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world goes.

Glo. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one,

Edg. I would not take this from report ; it is,
And my heart breaks at it.

Lear. Read.
Gle. What, with this case of eyes?

Lear. Oh, ho, are you there with me? no eyes in your head, nor no mony in your purse ? your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in a light ; yet you see how this

Gl. I see it feelingly.

Lear. What, art mad ? a man may see how this world goes,

with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see, how yond justice rails upon yond fimple thief. Hark in thine ear : change Places, and handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou haft seen a farmer's dog barks at a beggar.

Glo. Ay, Sir.

Lear. And the creature run from the cur? there thou might'st behold the great image of authority; a dog's obey'd in office. Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Why dost thou lath that whore ? Atrip thy own back; Thou hotly luft'ft to use her in that kind, For which

thou whip’ft her. Th'usurer hangs the cozener.
Through tatter'd cloaths small vices do appear ;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate fin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks :
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
None does offend, none, I say, none ; I'll able 'em ;
Take that of me, my friend, who have the pow'r

To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes,
And, like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou doft not.

[lo. Now, now, now, now. Pull off my boots: harder, harder,

Edg. O matter and impertinency mixt, Reason in madness !

Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes, I know thee well enough, thy name is Glofer; Thou must be patient ; we came crying hither : Thou know't, the first time that we smell the air,

W. We wawle and cry. I will preach to thee : mark

Glo. Alack, alack the day !

Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools. This a good block ! It were a delicate stratagem to shoe A troop of horse with Felt ; I'll put't in proof; And when I've stol'n upon these sons-in-law, Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants. Gent. O, here he is, lay hand upon

him ; Sir, Your most dear daughter

Lear. No rescue? what, a prisoner? I am even
The natural fool of fortune. Use me well,
You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons,
I am cut to th'brains.

Gent. You shall have any thing.

Lear. No seconds? all my self? Why, this would make a man, a man of salt ; To use his eyes for garden-water-pots, And laying autumn's duft. I will die bravely, Like'a smug bridegroom. What? I will be jovial : Come, come, I am a King. My Masters, know you that?

Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.

Lear. Then there's life in't. Come, an you get it, You shall get it by ranning : fa, fa, fa, fa. [Exit.

Gent. A fight most pitiful in the meanest wretch,
Paft speaking of in a King. Thou hast one daughter,
Who redeems nature from the general curse
Which twain have brought her to.

Edg. Hail, gentle Sir..
Gent. Sir, speed you : what's your Will ?
Edg. Do you hear aught, Sir, of a battle toward ?

Gent. Most sure, and vulgar; every one hears that, Which can distinguish found.

Edg. But by your favour, How near's the other army?

Gent. Near, and on fpeedy foot : the main descry Stands on the hourly thought.

Edg. I thank you, Sir : That's all.


Gent. Though that the Queen on special cause is here, Her army is mov'd on.

[Exit. Edg. I thank you, Sir.

Glo. You ever gentle Gods, take my breath from me;
Let not my worser fpirit tempt me again
To die before you please!

Edg. Well pray you, father.
Glo. Now, good Sir, what are you?

Edg. A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows,
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand,
I'll lead you to some biding.

Gl. Hearty thanks ;
The bounty and the benizon of heay'n
To boot, and boot !

Enter Steward.
Stew. A proclaim'd prize ! most happy!
That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd fiesh,
To raise fortunes. Old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thy self remember: the sword is out,
That must destroy thee.

Glo. Let thy friendly hand
Put strength enough to't.

Stew. Wherefore, bold peasant,
Dar'ft thou support a publish'd traitor ? hence,
Left that th' infection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let


his arm. Edg. Chill not let go, Zir, without vurther 'casion. Stew. Let go, slave, or thou dy'st.

Edg. Good gentleman, go your gate, and let poor volk pass : and chud ha' been zwagger'd out of my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th' old man: keep out, che vor'ye, or ice try whether your coftard or my bat be the harder ; chill be plain with you.

Stew. Out, dunghill !

Edg, Chill pick your teeth, Zir : come, no matter vor your foyns.

[Edgar knocks him down. Stew. Slave, thou haft slain me: villain, take my purse;



If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body,
And give the letters, which thou find’st about me,
To Edmund Earl of Glofler : seek him out
Upon the Englis party : Oh, untimely death - (Dies.

Edg. I know thee well, a serviceable villain ;
As duteous to the vices of thy Mistress,
As badness would defire.

Glo. What, is he dead ?
Edg. Sit you down, father : rest you.
Let's see these pockets; the letters, that he speaks of,
May be my friends : he's dead ; I'm only sorry,
He had no other death's-man. Let us see
By your leave, gentle wax and manners blame us not :
To know our enemies' minds, we rip their hearts ;
Their papers are more lawful.

Reads the Letter,
E T our reciprocal Vows be remembred. You have

Will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offer'd. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror. Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my goal; from the loathed warmat whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour Your wife, so I would say) affectionate Servant,

Oh, undistinguish d space of woman's Will!
A plot upon her virtuous husband's life,
And the exchange my brother. Here, i' th' fands
Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified
Of murth'rous letchers: and in the mature time,
With this ungracious paper strike the fight
Of the death-practis'd Duke: for him 'tis well,
That of thy death and business I can tell.

Glo. The King is mad; how ftiff is my vilc fense,
That I stand up, and have ingenious Feeling
Of my huge sorrows ! better I were distract,
So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs ;

(Drum afar off And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose The knowledge of themselves,


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Edg. Give me your hand : Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend, (Exeunt.

SCENE changes to a Chamber.

Enter Cordelia, Kent, and Physician. Cor. thou good Kent, how shall I live and work

To match thy Goodness ? life will be too short, And ev'ry measure fail me.

Kent. To be acknowledg'd, Madam, is o'erpaid;
All my reports go with the modeft truth,
Nor more, nor clipt, but so.

Cor. Be better suited ;
These weeds are memories of those worser hours :
I pr’ythee, put them off.

Kent. Pardon, dear Madam,
Yet to be known, shortens my made intent ;
My boon I make it, that you know me not,
Till time and I think meet.

Cor. Then be it so,
My lord. —How does the King? [To the Physician.

Phys. Madam, Neeps still.

Cor. O you kind Gods !
Cure this great breach in his abused nature 3
Th' untund and jarring senses, O, wind up
Of this child-changed father.

Phys. Please your Majesty,
That we may wake the king, he hath slept long?

Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed I'th'sway of your own will: is he array'd ?

Enter Lear in a chair, carried by Servants,
Phys. Ay, Madam; in the heaviness of fleep,
We put fresh garments on him.
Be by, good Madam, when we do awake him ;
I doubt not of his temperance.

Cor. O my dear father ! Restauration, hang
Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss
Repair thofe violent
harms, that my two fifters


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