It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt. Kent. O my good master! Lear. Pr'ythee, away. Edg. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors, all! What is't thou say'st?-Her voice was ever soft, Off. 'Tis true, my lords, he did. Lear. Did I not, fellow? I have seen the day, with my good biting faulchion, And these same crosses spoil me.-Who are you? Lear. This is a dull sight: Are you not Kent? Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius ? He'll strike, and quickly too:-He's dead and rotten. Kent. That, from your first of difference and decay, Lear. You are welcome hither. [Kneeling. Kent. Nor no man else; all's cheerless, dark, and deadly.Your eldest daughters have fore-doom'd themselves, And desperately are dead. Lear. Ay, so I think. Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain it is That we present us to him. Edg. Very bootless.* Enter an OFFICER. Off. Edmund is dead, my lord. Alb. That's but a trifle here. You lords, and noble friends, know our intent. To him our absolute power :-You, to your rights; [To EDGAR and KENT. With boot, and such addition§ as your honours Lear. And my poor fool|| is hang'd! No, no, no life: * Useless. † I. e. Lear. Increase. Used here as a term of endearment. § Titles. Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button: Thank you, Sir. Do you see this? Look on her,―look,―her lips, Look there, look there! Edg. He faints !-My lord, my lord,— Kent. Break, heart; I pr'ythee, break! Edg. Look up, my lord. [He dies. Kent. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him, That would upon the rack of this rough world Stretch him out longer. Edg. O, he is gone, indeed. Kent. The wonder is, he hath endured so long: He but usurp'd his life. Alb. Bear them from hence.-Our present business Is general woe. Friends of my soul, you twain [To KENT and EDGAR. Rule in this realm, and the gored state sustain. Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey; [Exeunt, with a dead march. Dev.25 SCENE, during the greater part of the Play, in Verona; once, in the Fifth Act, at Mantua. PROLOGUE. Two households, both alike in dignity, Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife. Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, The which, if you with patient ears attend, ACT I. SCENE I-A public place. Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with Swords and Bucklers. Sam. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.* Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Gre. To move, is-to stir; and to be valiant, is-to stand to it: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall:-therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men. Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads. . Gre. The heads of the maids ? Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. Gre. They must take in sense, that feel it. Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand: and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh. Gre. "Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John.t Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee. Sam. Fear me not. Gre. No, marry: I fear thee! Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take it as they list. Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. Enter ABRAM and BELTHAZAR. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? * Put up with affronts. † Dried hake, Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, Sir; but I bite my thumb, Sir. Gre. Do you quarrel, Sir? Abr. Quarrel, Sir? no, Sir. Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as you. Abr. No better. Sam. Well, Sir. Enter BENVOLIO, at a distance. Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better, Sir. Abr. You lie. Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember thy swashing* blow. do. [They fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you [Beats down their swords. Enter TYBALT. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.. Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. I hate the word, [They fight. Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join the Fray; then enter CITIZENS, with Clubs. 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans! strike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues! Enter CAPULET, in his gown; and LADY CAPULET. Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet!-Hold me not, let me go. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Will they not hear?-what ho! you men, you beasts,- With purple fountains issuing from your veins, * Slashing. + As we should now say, police. + Angry. |