Gent. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch, Past 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 sound. Edg. But, by your favour, How near's the other army? Gent. Near, and on speedy 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 ariny is mov'd on. Edg. I thank you, sir. [Exit Gent. Glo. You ever gentle gods, take my breath from me Let not my worser spirit 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, Glo. Hearty thanks: The bounty and the benizon of Heaven To boot, and boot! Enter Sterward. Stew. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy! That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh To raise my fortunes.-Thou old unhappy traitor, Briefly thyself remember :-The sword is out That must destroy thee. Glo. Now let thy friendly hand Put strength enough to it. Sew. Wherefore, bold peasant, [EDGAR opposes. Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence; Lest that the infection of his fortune take Like hold on thee. Let go his arm. Edg. Ch'ill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion. Stew. Let go, slave, or thou ́dy'st. Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volk pass. And ch'ud ha' been swagger'd'out of my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man; keep out, che vor'ye, or ise try whether your costard or my bat be the harder: Ch'ill be plain with you. Stew. Out, dunghill! Edg. Ch'ill pick your teeth, zir: Come; no matter vor your foyns. [EDGAR knocks him dorin. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me :-Villain, take my purse; If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body; And give the letters, which thou find'st about me, Upon the English party:- -O, untimely death, death! Edg. I know thee well: a serviceable villain; As duteous to the vices of thy mistress, As badness would desire. Glo. What, is he dead? Edg. Sit you down, father; rest you. [Dies. Let's see his pockets: these letters, that he speaks of, Reads the Letter.. You have many Let our reciprocal vows be remember'd. opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror: Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my gaol; from the loath'd warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour. Your (wife, so I would say) affectionate servant, O undistinguish'd space of woman's will! H GONERIL A plot upon her virtuous husband's life; And the exchange, my brother!-Here, in the sands, Of murderous lechers: and, in the mature time, [Exit EDGAR, removing the Body. Re-enter EDGAR. Edg. Give me your hand : Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. SCENE VII. A Tent in the French Camp. Enter CORDELIA, KENT, and Physician. Cor. O thou good Kent, how shall I live, and work, To match thy goodness? My life will be too short, And every measure fail me. Kent. To be acknowledg'd, madam, is o'erpay'd. All my reports go with the modest truth; Nor more, nor clipt, but so. Cor. Be better suited: These weeds are memories of those worser hours: Kent, Pardon me, 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 good lord. How does the king? Phys. Madam, sleeps still. Cor. O you kind gods, [To the Physician. Cure this great breach in his abused nature! 1 The untun'd and jarring senses, O, wind up, Phys. So please your majesty, That we may wake the king? he hath slept long. Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed I' the sway of your own will. Is he array'd LEAR is brought in in a Chair. Gent. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep, We put fresh garments on him. Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him; I doubt not of his temperance. Cor. Very well. Phys. Please you, draw near.-Louder the musick there! Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters Kent. Kind and dear princess! Cor. Had you not been their father, these white flakes Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder? Of quick, cross lightning to watch (poor perdu !) Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Had not concluded all. He wakes; speak to him. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave: Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cor. 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 awhile. Lear. Where have I been? Where am I?-Fair day-light? I am mightily abus'd.—I should even die with pity, Of my condition. Cor. O, look upon me, sir, And hold your hands in benediction o'er me :→→→ Lear. Pray, do not mock me! I am a very foolish fond old man, Not an hour more, nor less: and, to deal plainly, Methinks, I should know you, and know this man To be my child Cordelia. Cor. And so I am, I am! Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith. I pray, weep not; If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me; for your sisters. 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 it is danger To make him even o'er the time he has lost.] 'Till further settling. Cor. Will't please your highness wälk ? |