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Reg. Our troops set forth to morrow : stay with us : The ways are dangerous.
Stew. I may not, Madam; My lady charg'd my duty in this business. Reg. Why should the write to Edmund ? might not
you Transport her purposes by word ? Belike, Something- -I know not what- I'll love thee
much Let me un seal the letter.
Stew. Madam, I had rather
Reg. I know, your lady do's not love her husband : I'm sure of that; and, at her late being here, She gave ftrange ceiliads, and most speaking looks To noble Edmund. I know, you're of her bosom.
Stew. I, Madam?
Reg. I speak in understanding: you are ; I know't ; Therefore, I do advise you, take this note. My lord is dead ; Edmund and I have talk'd, And more convenient is he for my hand, Than for your lady's : you may gather more If you do find him, pray you, give him this; And when your Mistress hears thus much from you, I pray,
defire her call her wisdom to her. So farewel. If you
do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Preferment falls on him that cuts him off. Stew. 'Would I could meet him, Madam, I should
shew What party I do follow. Reg. Fare thee well.
S CE N E, the Country, near Dover.
Enter Glo'fter, and Edgar as a Peasant. Gle. Hen shall come to th' top of that same hill? Edg. You do climb
up it now. Look, how Glo. Methinks, the ground is even. Edg. Horrible steep.
Hark, do you hear the sea i
Glo. No, truly.
Edg. Why then your other senses grow imperfect
Edg. You're much deceiv’d: in nothing am I chang'd, But in my garments.
Glo. Sure, you're better spoken.
brain turn, and the deficient fight,
stand. Edg. Give me your hand: you're now within a foot Of th' extream verge: for all below the moon Would I not leap upright.
Glo. Let go my hand : Here, friend,'s another purse; in it a Jewel Well worth a poor man's taking. Fairies, and Gods, Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off, Bid me farewel, and let me hear thee going.
Edg. Now fare ye well, good Sir. [Seems to go Glo. With all
Glo. O you mighty Gods!
Shake patiently my great affliction off:
Edg. Good Sir, farewel.
Glo. Away, and let me die.
Glo. But have I fall'n, or no?
Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky bourn! Look up a-height, the shrill-gorg'd Lark fo far Cannot be seen or heard : do but look
Edg. Give me your arm.
Edg. This is above all strangeness.
Glo. A poor unfortunate beggar.
Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,
Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear
Enter Lear, drejt madly with flowers.
Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coyning: I am the King himself.
Edg. O thou fide-piercing fight!
Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. There's your press-mony. (25) 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. O, well flown, Barb! (26) i'th' clout, i'th' clout: hewgh.- -Give the word.
Edg. Sweet marjoram.
(26) That Fellow handles his Bow like a Cowkeeper. ) Thus Mr. Pope in his last Edition ; but, I am afraid, i betray'd him into the Error by an absurd Conje&ure of my own, in my SHAKESPEARE restored. 'Tis certain we most read Crowkeeper herc; and, it seems, in several Counties to this Day, they call a ftutfd Figure, representing a Man, and arm’d with a Bow and Arrow, (set up to fright the Crows, and other Birds of Prey, from the Fruit and Corn;) a Crowkeeper ; as well as a Scare-crow.
(26).0 well flown Bird,) Lear is here raving of Archery, and hooting at Buts, as is plain by the Words i'ch Clout, that is, the white Mark they set up and aim at: hence the Phrase, to bit the White. So that we must certainly read, o well-flown, Barb! ii'e. the barbed, or boarded Arrow, Mr.Warburtoni
Lear. Ha! Gonerill! hah! Regan! they flatter'd me like a dog, and told me, I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To say ay, and no, to every thing that I said — Ay, and no, too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter ; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found 'em, there I smelt 'em out. Go to, they are not men o' their words; they
I was every thing : 'tis a lie, I am not ague proof.
Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remember : ; Is't not the King ?
Lear. Ay, every inch a King.
Glo. O, let me kiss that hand.
Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature ! this great world
Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough : doft thou fquiny at me ? no, do thy worst, blind Cupid; I'll not love.' Read thou this challenge, mark but the penning of it.