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Glo. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one,
Edg. I would not take this from report ; it is,
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.
To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes,
[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
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,
Edg. Hail, gentle Sir..
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;
Edg. Well pray you, father.
Edg. A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows,
Gl. Hearty thanks ;
Glo. Let thy friendly hand
Stew. Wherefore, bold peasant,
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,
Edg. I know thee well, a serviceable villain ;
Glo. What, is he dead ?
Reads the Letter,
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,
Glo. The King is mad; how ftiff is my vilc fense,
(Drum afar off And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose The knowledge of themselves,
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;
Cor. Be better suited ;
Kent. Pardon, dear Madam,
Cor. Then be it so,
Phys. Madam, Neeps still.
Cor. O you kind Gods !
Phys. Please your Majesty,
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,
Cor. O my dear father ! Restauration, hang