Lear. Woe, that too late repents, — O, Sir! [ToAlb.]

are you come? Is it your will? Speak, Sir. — Prepare my horses. Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child, Than the sea-monster!1

Albany. Pray, Sir, be patient.

Lear. Detested kite! thou liest: [To Goneril.

My train are men of choice and rarest parts,
That all particulars of duty know,
And in the most exact regard support
The worships of their name.2 — O, most small fault!
How ugly didst thou in Cordelia show,
Which, like an engine,3 wrench'd my frame of nature
From the fix'd place, drew from my heart all love,
And added to the gall. 0 Lear, Lear, Lear!
Beat at this gate, that let thy folly in, [Striking his head.
And thy dear judgment out! — Go, go, my people.

Alb. My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant
Of what hath mov'd you.

Lear. It may be so, my lord. —

Hear, nature, hear; dear goddess, hear!
Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend
To make this creature fruitful!
Into her womb convey sterility!
Dry up in her the organs of increase;
And from her derogate4 body never spring
A babe to honour her! If she must teem,
Create her child of spleen; that it may live,
And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her!3
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth;
With cadent tears6 fret channels in her cheeks;
Turn all her mother's pains, and benefits,1

1. Mr. Upton observes, that the seamonster is the hippopotamus, the hieroglyphical symbol of impiety and ingratitude.

2. And in every respect maintain most exactly the dignity of him whom they serve.

3. By an engine is meant the instrument of torture called the rack.

I 4. Derogate, degraded, blasted.

5. And be a mischievous, unnatural torment to her. Disnatured is not in use.

6. Vadent tears, falling tears.

7. Turn all her maternal cares and good offices.

To laughter and contempt; that she may feel

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is

To have a thankless child! — Away! away! [Exit.

Albany. Now, gods that we adore, whereof comes this?

Goneril. Never afflict yourself to know the cause;
But let his disposition have that scope
That dotage gives it.

Re-enter LEAR.

Lear. What! fifty of my followers, at a clap, . Within a fortnight?

Alb. What 's the matter, Sir?

Lear. I 'll tell thee. — Life and death! [To Goneril.] I am ashamed, That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus: That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, Should make thee worth them. Blasts and fogs upon thee! Th' untented woundings1 of a father's curse Pierce every sense about thee! — Old fond2 eyes, Beweep this cause again, I 'll pluck you out, And cast you, with the waters that you lose,3 To temper clay. — Ha! Let it be so: — I have another daughter, Who, I am sure, is kind and comfortable: When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails She 'll flay thy wolfish visage. Thou shalt find, That I 'll resume the shape, which thou dost think I have cast off for ever.

[Exeunt Lear, Kent, and Attendants.

Gon. Do you mark that, my lord?

Alb. I cannot be so partial, Goneril, To the great love I bear you, —

Gon. Pray you, content. — What, Oswald, ho! You, Sir, more knave than fool, after your master.

[To the Fool.

Fool. Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear! tarry, and take the fool with thee.

L Untented woundings, unsearchable wounds — wounds too deep to be probed. — A tent is a roll of lint put into a sore.

2. Fond , foolish. See note 2, page 12.

3. i. e. that you discharge.

A fox, when one has caught her,
And such a daughter,
Should sure to the slaughter,
If my, cap would buy a halter; . «
So the fool follows after. [Exit.
Goneril. This man hath had good counsel. —- A hundred

. knights!

'T is politic, and safe, to let him keep

At point1 a hundred knights: yes, that on every dream,

Each buz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike,

He may enguard his dotage with their powers,

And hold our lives in mercy.2 — Oswald, I say! —

Albany. Well, you may fear too far.

Gon. Safer than trust too far.

Let me still take away the harms I fear,
Not fear still3 to be taken: I know his heart.
What he hath utter'd I have writ my sister:
If she sustain him and his hundred knights,
When I have show'd th' unfitness, — how now, Oswald!

Re-enter OSWALD.

What, have you writ that letter to my sister?
Oswald. Ay, Madam.

Gon. Take you some company, and away to horse:
Inform her full of my particular fear;
And thereto add such reasons of your own,
As may compact it more.4 Get you gone,
And hasten your return. [Exit Osw.] No, no, my lord,
This milky gentleness, and course of yours,
Though I condemn not, yet, under pardon,
You are much more attask'd'5 for want of wisdom,
Than prais'd for harmful mildness.

Alb. How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell: Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well.

Gon. Nay, then —

Alb. Well, well; the event. [Exeunt.

1. At point, completely armed, and consequently ready at appointment or command on the slightest notice.

2. In mercy, at his pleasure, — to do what he likes with.

3. Still, continually, ever. See note 4, page 8.

4. As may make a consistent account.

5. To be* at task, is to be liable to reprehension and correction.

Curan. Have you heard of no likely wars toward,' 'twixt the dukes of Cornwall and Albany?

Edmund. Not a word.

Cur. You may do, then, in time. Fare you well, Sir.

- [Exit.

Edm. The duke be here to-night? The better! Best! This weaves itself perforce into my business. My father hath set guard to take my brother; And I have one thing, of a queazy question,” Which I must act. — Briefness, and fortune, work! — Brother, a word; — descend: — brother, I say;

Enter EDGAR.

My father watches. – O Sir! fly this place;
Intelligence is given where you are # -
You have now the good advantage of the night. –
Have you not spoken gainst the duke of Cornwall?
He ’s coming hither; now, i' the night, 'i the haste,
And Regan with him: have you nothing said
Upon his party gainst the duke of Albany?"
Advise yourself.”

Edgar. - I am sure on 't, not a word.

Edm. I hear my father coming. — Pardon me; In cunning, I must draw my sword upon you: Draw; seem to defend yourself. Now quit” you well. Yield: – come before my father; – Light, ho! here! — Fly, brother; – Torches! torches! – So, farewell.

- [Exit EDGAR. Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion [Wounds his arm.

Of my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunkards
Do more than this in sport. – Father! father!
Stop, stop! No help?

Enter GLOSTER, and Servants with Torches.

Gloster. Now, Edmund, where 's the villain?
Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out,

1. Toward, near, at hand. 3. i. e. in favour of Cornwall, against *2. Queazy, delicate, requiring to be the duke of Albany. handled nicely: I have something to do 4. i. e. consider, recollect yourself. which requires the most delicate treat- 5. Quit, for acquit. thent,

Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon
To stand auspicious mistress. —

Gloster. But where is he?

Edmund. Look, Sir, I bleed.

Glos. Where is the villain, Edmund?

Edm. Fled this way, Sir. When by no means h.e

could —;

Glos. Pursue him, ho! — Go after. — [Exit Serv.] B y

no means what?

Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lordship; But that I told him, the revenging gods 'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend; Spoke, with how manifold and strong a bond The child was bound to the father; *— Sir, in fine, Seeing how loathly opposite I stood To his unnatural purpose, in fell1 motion, With his prepared sword he charges home2 My unprovided body,'lanc'd mine arm: But when3 he saw my best alarum'd spirits, Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to th' encounter, Or whether gasted4 by the noise I made, Full suddenly he fled.

Glos. Let him fly far:

Not in this land shall he remain uncaught;
And found — dispatch.5 — The noble duke my master,
My worthy arch6 and patron, comes to-night:
By his authority I will proclaim it,
That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks,
Bringing the murderous coward to the stake;
He that conceals him, death.

Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent,
And found him pight1 to do it, with curst8 speech
I threaten'd to discover him: he replied,
"Thou unpossessing bastard! dost thou think,

1. Fell, savage, bloody.

2. To charge home, is to charge with full force; to thrust home, to thrust the sword through up to the hilt: the expression is often used figuratively.

a. This when is perhaps a misprint for wh4r, or wliether. 4. Gasted, frighted.

5. i. 6. And when he is found — to death with him at once.

6. Arch, chief; a word now only used in composition, as arch-angel, arch-duke.

7. Pight is the old preterit and part, pass, of to pitch: i. e. fixed, settled, determined.

8. Curst, harsh, bitter.

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