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scene IV. The same. A Tent. Enter CORDELIA, Physician, and Soldiers. Cor. Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met e'en now As mad as the vex'd sea : singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds, With barlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowDarnel, and all the idle weeds that grow (ers, In our sustaining corn.-A century send forth; Search every acre in the high grown field, And bring him to our eye. [Erit an Officer.),
Wbat can man's wisdom do, In the restoring of his bereaved sense? He, that helps him, take all my outward worth.
Phy. There is means, madam : Our foster-nurse of nature is repose, The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, Are many simples operative, whose power Will close the eye of anguish. Cor.
All bless'd secrets, All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate, In the good man's distress!-Seek, seek for him; Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life That wants the means to lead it.
Enter a Messenger. Mess.
Madam, news; The British powers are marching hitherward.
Cor. 'Tisknown before; our preparation stands In expectation of them.-0 dear father, It is thy business that I go about; Tberefore great France My mourning, and important tears, hath pitied. No blown ambition doth our arms incite, But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right; Soon may I hear, and see him. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Room in Gloster's Castle.
Enter REGAN and Steward. Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth? Stew.
Ay, madam, Reg.
Himself In person there? Stew.
Madam, with much ado: Your sister is the better soldier.
Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your
lord at home? Stew. No, madam. Reg. What might import my sister's letter to
I may not, madam;
much, Let me unseal the letter. Stew.
Madam, I had ratherReg; I know, your lady does not love her
husband; I am sure of that; and, at her late being here, She gave strange æiliads, and most speaking
looks To noble mund : I know, you are of her
So, fare you well.
Fare thee well. [Ereunt. SCENE VI. The Country near Dover. Enter GLOSTER, and EDGAR, dressed like a Peasant. Glo. When shall we come to the top of that
same bill? Edg. You do climb up it now: look, how we
labour. Glo. Methinks the ground is even.
Horrible steep: Hark, do you hear the sea? Glo.
No, truly. Edg. Why, then your other senses grow im.
perfect By your eyes' anguish.
So may it be, indeed : Methinks, thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak’st In better phrase, and matter, than thou didst. Edg. You are much deceiv'd; in nothing ain
Methinks, you are better spoken. Edg. Come on, sir; here's the place :-stand
still.How fearful And dizzy 'ris, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway
air, Show scarce so gross as beetles: Half way down Hangsone that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than bis head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon’tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: Thé murmuring
surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high ;-l'll look no more; Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.
Set me where you stand.
Let go my hand.
[Seems to go
With all my heart.
O you mighty gods !
(He leaps, and falls along.
Gone, sir? farewell.
Away, and let me die.
Glo. But have I fallen, or no?
Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky
bourn: Look up a-height;—the shrill-gorg'd lark, so far Cannot be seen or heard : do but look up.
Glo. Alack, I have no eyes.Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit, To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort, When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage, And frustrate his proud will. Edg.
Give me your arm : Up: So;-How is 't? Feel you your legs? You Glo. Too well, too well.
(stand. This is above all strangeness. Upon the crown o'the cliff, what thing was that Which parted from you? Glo.
A poor unfortunate beggar. Edg. As I stood here below, methought, his
eyes Were two full moons; he bad a thousand noses, Horns welk'd, and wav'd like the enridged sea; It was some fiend: therefore, thou happy father, Think that the clearest gods, who make them
honours Of men's impossibilities, bave preserv'd thee.
Glo. I do remember now; henceforth I'll bear Affliction, till it do cry ont itself, Enough, enough, and,
dié. That thing you speak of, I took it for a man; often 'twould say, The fiend, the fiend: be led me to that place. Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts.—But who
comes here? Enter LEAR, fantastically dressed up with Flowers. The safer sense will ne'er accommodate His master thus.
Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining; I am the king himself,
Edg. O thou side-piercing sight!
Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. There's your press-money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper: draw me a clothier's yard.-Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace; this piece of toasted cheese will do't.-There's my gauntlet; I'll prove it on a giant.—Bring up the brown bills,-0, well flown, bird !-i' the clout, i'the clout; hewgh!-Give the word.