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A Room in GlostER's Castle.
Edm, The storm is in our louder rev'lings drown'd. Thus would I reign, could I but mount a throne. The riots of these proud imperial sisters Already have imposed the galling yoke Of taxes, and hard impositions, on The drudging peasant’s neck, who bellows out His loud complaints in vain.—Triumphant queens! With what assurance do they tread the crowd Oh! for a taste of such majestic beauty, Which none but my hot veins are fit to engage 1 Nor are my wishes desp'rate; for ev’n now, During the banquet, I observed their glances Shot thick at me; and, as they left the room, Each cast, by stealth, a kind inviting smile, The happy earnest—ha! .
Two PAGES, from several Entrances, deliver him each a Letter, and exeunt.
[Reads.] Where merit is so transparent, not to behold it were blindness, and not to reward it, ingratitude. GoNERIL.
Enough blind and ungrateful should I be,
[Reads...] If modesty be not your enemy, doubt not to find me your friend. - RegAN.
Excellent sybil 1 O my glowing blood
Enter Glost ER.
Glost. I come to seek thee, Edmund, to impart a business of importance. I know thy loyal heart is touched to see the cruelty of these ungrateful daughters against our royal master. Edm. Most savage and unnaturall Glost. This change in the state sits uneasy. The commons repine aloud at their female tyrants; already they cry out for the re-instalment of their good old king, whose injuries, I fear, will inflame them into mutiny. Edm. 'Tis to be hoped, not fear'd. Glost. Thou hast it, boy; ’tis to be hoped indeed. On me they cast their eyes, and hourly court me To lead them on ; and, whilst this head is mine, I'm theirs. A little covert craft, my boy, And then for open action; 'twill be employment Worthy such honest daring souls as thine. Thou, Edmund, art my trusty emissary, Haste on the spur, at the first break of day, With these dispatches to the duke of Cambray. [Gives him letters, You know what mortal feuds have always flamed Between this Duke of Cornwall's family and his; Full twenty thousand mountaineers Th’ inveterate prince will send to our assistance. Dispatch; commend us to his grace, and prosper. - - [Erit GLosTER, Edm. Yes, credulous old man, I will commend you to his grace, His grace the Duke of Cornwall : instantly I'll show him these contents in thy own character, And seal’d with thy own signet; then forthwith
The chol’ric duke gives sentence on thy life; And to my hand thy vast revenues fall, To glut my pleasures, that till now have starved. - | [Retires. GLOSTER returns, followed by CoRDELIA and ARANTHE, poorly dressed;—EDMUND observing at a distance.
Cord. Turn, Gloster, turn; by all the sacred pow’rs, I do conjure you give my griefs a hearing: [Kneels, You must, you shall, nay, I am sure you will; For you were always styled the just and good. Glost. What wouldst thou, princess : Rise, and speak thy griefs. - Cord. Nay, you shall promise to redress them too, Or here I’ll kneel for ever. . I entreat Thy succour for a father, and a king; An injured father and an injured king. Edm. O charming sorrow! How her tears adorn
her Glost. Consider, princess, [Raises her. For whom thou begg'st, 'tis for the king that wrong'd thee. Cord. O name not that; he did not, could not, wrong me.
Nay, muse not, Gloster; for it is too likely
Edm. I'll gaze no more;—and yet my eyes are charm’d.
Cord. Or, what if it be worse –Can there be worse -
Ah, 'tis too probable, this furious night
That you’d convey me to his breathless trunk, With my torn robes to wrap his hoary head, With my torn hair to bind his hands and feet, Then with a shower of tears To wash his clay-smear'd cheeks, and die beside him. Glost. Oh, fair Cordelia, thou hast piety Enough t'atone for both thy sisters’ crimes: I have already plotted to restore My injured master, and thy virtue tells me We shall succeed, and suddenly. [Exit GLoster. Cord. Dispatch, Aranthe; For in this disguise, we'll instantly Go seek the king, and bring him some relief, Aran. How, madam are you ignorant That your most impious sisters have decreed Immediate death for any that relieve him Cord. I cannot dread the furies in this case, Aran. In such a night as this ' Consider, madam, For many miles about there's scarce a bush To shelter in. . . . . . Cord. Therefore no shelter for the king, And more our charity to find him out. What have not women dared for vicious love! And we'll be shining proofs that they can dare For piety as much. [Thunder. Blow, winds, and lightnings fall; Bold in my virgin innocence I’ll fly, My royal father to relieve, or die. [Ereunt Cordelia and ARANTHE. Edm. In this disguise, we’ll instantly Go seek the king! Ha! has a lucky change: That virtue, which I fear'd would be my hind’rance, Has proved the bawd to my design. I’ll bribe two ruffians shall at distance follow, And seize them in some desert place; and there, Whilst one retains her, t'other shall return T'inform me where she's lodged: I'll be disguised too. Whilst they are poaching for me, I'll to the duke
With these dispatches; then to the field,
Another Part of the Heath,-Rain—Thunder—Light
Enter KING LEAR and KENT.
Kent. Here is the place, my lord; good my lord, elater :
The tyranny of this open night's too rough
Lear. Let me alone.
Kent. Good y lord, enter.
Lear. Wilt break my heart?
Kent. I’d rather break mine own.
Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious
Invades us to the skin; so 'tis to thee;