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O Goneril ! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.- I fear your disposition : That nature, which contemns its origin, Cannot be border'd certain in itself; She that herself will sliverl and disbranch From her material sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly use.
Gon. No more; the text is foolish.
Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile :
See thyself, devil!
O vain fool!
(1) Tear off.
Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for
shame, Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my fitness To let these hands obey my blood, They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Thy flesh and bones :-Howe'er thou art a fiend, A woman's shape doth shield thee. Gon. Marry, your manhood now !
Enter a Messenger.
Gloster's eyes !
morse, Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword To his great master: who, thereat emmagid, Flew on him, and amongst them felld him dead : But not without that harmful stroke, which she Hath pluck'd him after. Alb.
This shows you are above, You justicers, that these our nether crimes So speedily can venge !-But, O poor Gloster! Lost he his other eye? Mess.
Both, both, my lord. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer ; 'Tis from your sister.
Gon. (Aside.] One way I like this well; But being widow, and my Gloster with her, May all the building in my fancy pluck Upon my hateful life : Another way, The news-is not so tart.-I'll read, and answer.
(Exit Alb. Where was his son, wben they did take his
Mess. Come with my lady hither.
He is not here.
against him; And quit the house on purpose, that their punish
ment Might have the freer course. Alb.
Gloster, I live To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, And to revenge thine eyes.-Come hither, friend; Tell me what more thou knowest. (Exeunt. SCENE III.-The French camp near Dover.
Enter Kent, and a Gentleman. Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly gone back know you the reason?
Gent. Sounething he left imperfect in the state, Which since his coming forth is thought of; which Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, That his personal return was most requir'd, And necessary;
Kent. Who hath he left behind him general ? Gent. The mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fer.
Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief? Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my
presence; And now and then an ample tear trill'd down Her delicate cheek: it seem'd, she was a queen Over her passion ; who, most rebel-like, Sought to be king o'er her. Kent.
O, then it mov'd her. Gent. Not to a rage; patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once ; her smiles and tears Were like a better day : Those happy smiles, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. - In brief, sorrow
Made she no verbal question ? Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name
It is the stars,
No, since. Kent. Well, sir; The poor distress'd Lear is i'the
Why, good sir? Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own
unkindness, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights To his dog-hearted daughters,—these things sting His mind so venomously, that burning shaine Detains him from Cordelia. Gent.
Alack, poor gentleman ! Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers4 jou
heard not? (1) Discourse, conversation. (2) i. e. Let not pity be supposed to exist. (3) Dispositions. (4) Forces.
Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot.
Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear,
(Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The same. A tent. Enter Cor
delia, Physician, and Soldiers.
What can man's wisdom do,
Phy. There is means, madam :
All bless'd secrets,
Enter a Messenger.
(1) Important business. (2) Fumitory.