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Have in thy reverence made!

Kent. Kind and dearest Princess !
Cor. Had


not been their Father, these white flakes Did challenge pity of them. Was this a face, To be expos d against the warring winds ? To stand against the deep, dread-bolted Thunder ? In the most terrible and nimble Stroke Of quick, cross Lightning ? To watch poor Perdue, With this thin Helm ? My very Enemy's

Though he had bit me, shou'd have stood That Night
Against my fire: And waft thou fain, poor Father,
To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn,
In short and musty straw ? alack, alack !
'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits, at once,
Had not concluded all. - He wakes ; speak to him.

Phys. Madam, do you, 'tis fittest.
Cor. How does my royal lord? how fares your Majesty ?

Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o'th' grave;
Thou art a foul in bliss, but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears
Do scald like molten lead.

Gor. Sir, do you know me?
Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; when did you die?
Cor. Still, still, far wide
Phys. He's scarce awake, let him alone a while.

Lear. Where have I been? where am I? fair day-light?
I'm mightily abus'd; I should even die with Pity,
To see another thus. I know not what to say ;
I will not swear, these are my hands : let's see,
I feel this pin prick: 'would I were affur'd
Of my condition.

Cor. O look upon me, Sir, And hold


hand in benediction o'er me. No, Sir, you must not kneel.

Lear. Pray, do not mock me ;
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly,
I fear, I am not in my perfect mind.
Methinks, I should know you, and know this man;
Yet I am doubtful : For I'm mainly ignorant,


What place this is; and all the skill I have,
Remembers not these garments ; nay, I know not
Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me,
For, as I am a man, I think, this lady
To be my child Cordelia,
Cor. And so I am ; I am.

[weep not.
Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, faith ; I pray you,
If you have poison for me, I will drink it ;
I know, you do not love me ; for your fifters
Have, as I do remember; done me wrong.
You have some cause, they have not.

Cor. No cause, no cause.
Lear. Am I in France ?
Kent. In your own kingdom, Sir.
Lear. Do not abuse me.

Phys. Be comforted, good Madam ; the great Rage,
You see, is cur'd in him : and, yet, 'twere danger
To make him even o'er the Time, h'as loft.
Defire him to go in ; trouble him no more,
'Till further settling.

Cor. Will't pleale your Highness walk ?

Lear. You must bear with me; Pray you now, forget and forgive; I am old and foolish.

[Exeunt Lear, Cord. Phys. and Attendants.

Manent Kent and Gentleman.
Gent. Holds it true, Sir, that the Duke of Cornwall

was so slain ?
Kent. Most certain, Sir.
Gent. Who is Conductor of his people ?
Kent. As 'tis faid, the Bastard Son of Glo'fer.

Gent. They say, Edgar, his banisht Son, is with the Earl of Kent in Germany.

Kent. Report is changeable; 'Tis time to look about: the Powers of the Kingdom approach apace.

Gent. The Arbitrement is like to be bloody. Fare you well, Sir.

[Exit Gent. Kent. My Point and Period will be throughly wrought, Or well, or ill, as this day's Battle's fought. (Ex. Kent.


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SCENE, a Campo Enter Edmund, Regan, Gentlemen, and Soldiers.

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NOW of the Duke, if his last purpose hold;
Or whether since he is advis'd by aught,

To change the course ? he's full of Alteration,
And self-reproving : bring his constant pleasure.

Reg. Our fifter's man is certainly miscarry'd.
Edm. 'Tis to be doubted, Madam.
Reg. Now, sweet lord,
You know the goodness I intend upon you :
Tell me but truly, but then speak the truth,
Do you not love my fifter

Edm. In honour'd love.
Reg. But have
you never found


way To the fore-fended place ?

Edm. No, by mine honour, Madam.

Reg. I never shall endure her; dear my lord,
Be not familiar with her.
Edm. Fear not; she, and the Duke her husband

Enter Albany, Gonerill, and Soldiers.
Gon. I'd rather lose the Battle, than that Sister
Should loosen him and Me.

[Afide. Our very loving fifter, well be met : Sir, this I hear, the King is come to his daughter, With others, whom the rigour of our state Forc'd to cry out. Where I could not be honest, I never yet was valiant : 'fore this bufiness, It toucheth us, as France invades our Land, (Not holds the King, with others, whom, I fear, Most just and heavy

causes make oppose) Edm. Sir, you speak nobly.


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Reg. Why is this reason'd?

Gon. Combine together 'gainst the enemy:
For these domestick and particular broils
Are not the question here.

Edm. I shall attend you presently at your Tent.

Alb. Let's then determine with th' Antient of war
On our proceeding.

Reg. Sifter, you'll go with us?
Gon. No,
Reg. 'Tis most convenient, pray you, go with us.
Gon. Oh ho, I know the riddle, I will go.

As they are going out, Enter Edgar disguis'd.
Edg. If e'er your Grace had speech with man so poor,
Hear me one word.
All. I'll overtake you :-speak.

[Exeunt Edm. Reg. Gon. and Attendants.
Edg. Before you fight the battle, ope this letter.
If you have vi&try, let the trumpet found
For him that brought it : wretched though I feem,
I can produce a Champion, that will prove
What is avouched there. If you miscarry,
Your bufiness of the world hath fo an end,
And machination ceases. Fortune love you!

Alb. Stay 'cill I've read the letter.
Edg. I was forbid it.
When time shall serve, let but the herald cry,
And I'll appear again.

[Exit. Alb. Why, fare thee well ; I will o'erlook thy paper,

Re-enter Edmund
Edm. The Enemy's in view, draw up you. Powers.
Hard is the guess of their true strength and forces,
By diligent discovery; but your hafte
Is now urg'd on you.
Alb. We will greet the time.

Edm. To both these sisters have I sworn my love:
Each jealous of the other, as the stung,
Are of the adder. Which of them fhall I take ?
Both ? one ? or neither neither can be enjoy'd,

If both remain alive: to take the widow,
Exasperates, makes mad her fifter Gonerill;
And hardly shall I carry out my side,
Her husband being alive. Now then, we'll use
His countenance for the battle ; which being done,
Let her, who would be rid of him, devise
His speedy taking off. As for the mercy
Which he intends to Lear and to Cordelia,
The battle done, and they within our power,
Shall never see his pardon : for my state
Stands on me to defend, not to debate.

(Exit. SCENE, another open Field.

Eds. H

Alarum within. Enter with drum and colours, Lear,
Cordelia, and soldiers over the flage, and exeunt.

Enter Edgar and Glo'ster.
ERE, father, take the shadow of this tree
For your good Hoft ; pray, that the right

may thrive :
If ever I return to you again,
I'll bring you comfort.
Glo. Grace be with you, Sir! [Exit Edgar.

[Alarum, and retreat, within.

Re-enter Edgar.
Edg. Away, old man ; give me thy hand, away ;
King Lear hath loft, he and his daughter ta'en,
Give me thy hand. Come on.

Glo. No further, Sir; a man may rot even here.

Edg. What, in ill thoughts again? men must endure Their going hence, ev'n as their coming hither : Ripeness is all ; come on. Glo. And that's true too.

[Exeunt. Enter in Conquefi, with Drum and Colours, Edmund;

Lear and Cordelia, as prisoners; Soldiers, Captain,

Edm. Some Officers take them away : good guard, Until their greater pleasures first be known,


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