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Cor. 'Tis known before; oar preparation stands Ia expectation of them.- dear father, It is thy business that I go about, Therefore great France My mourning, and importanti tears, hath pitied. No blown 2 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. En

ter 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 him?
Stew. I know not, lady:

Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out,
To let him live; where he arrives, he moves
All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his misery, to despatch
His nighted life ;moreover, to descry
The strength oʻthe enemy.
Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my

letter. Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow; stay The ways are dangerous. Stew.

I

may not, madam; My lady charg'd my duty in this business.

Reg. Why should she write to Edmund ? Might

with us;

not you

(1) Importunate. (2) Inflated, swelling.
(3; i. e. His life made dark'as night.

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Edg. Why, then your other senses grow imper

fect By your eyes' anguish. Glo.

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 am I

chang'd, But in my garments. Glo.

Methinks, you are better spoken. Edg. Come on, sir; here's the place :--Stand

still.-How fearful And dizzy 'tis, 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 Hangs one that gathers samphire ;? dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock ;3 her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high :—I'll look no more; Lest

my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple4 down headlong. Glo.

Set me where you stand. Edg. Give me your hand : You are now within Of the extreme verge: for all beneath the moon Would I not leap upright. Glo.

Let Here, friend, is another purse ; in it, a iwel Well worth a poor man's taking: Faisses, and gods, Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off; Bid me farewell, and let me near thee going. Edg. Now fare you well, good sir. (Seems to go.

With all my heart. (1) Daws. (2) A vegetable gathered for pickling.

Her cock-boat. (4) Tumble.

a foot

go my hand

Glo.

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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

stand. Glo. Too well, too well. Edg:

This is above all strangenese. 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 had a thousand noses, Horns whelk’d, and wav'd, like the enridged sea; It was some fiend : Therefore, thou happy father, Think that the clearest2 gods, who make them

honours Of men's impossibilities, have preserv'd thee.

Glo. I do rernember now : henceforth I'll bear Affliction, till it do cry out itself, Enough, enough, and, die. That thing you speak of, I took it for a man ; often 'twould say, The fiend, the fiend: he 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.3. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace;—this piece of (1) Twisted, convolved.

(2) The purest. (3) An arrow of a cloth-yard long.

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