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All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone,
Enter CAPTAIN of the GUARD.
Cap. O, madam, most unseasonable news! The Duke of Cornwall’s dead of his late wound, Whose loss your sister has in part supply'd, Making brave Edmund general of her forces.
Gon. One way, I like this well; But, being a widow, and my Gloster with her, *T may blast the promised harvest of our love.— A word more, sir; [To Oswald.] add speed to your
And if you chance to meet with that blind traitor, Preferment falls on him that cuts him off. [Excunt.
Another Part of the Country.
Enter EDGAR, as a Peasant, and GlostER.
Glost. When shall we come to the top of that same hill Edg. We climb it now; mark, how we labour. Glost. Methinks the ground is even. Bdg. Horribly steep. Hark, do you hear the sea? Glost. No, truly. Edg. Why, then your other senses grow imperfect By your eyes' anguish. Glost, So may it be indeed. Methinks, thy voice is alter’d, and thou speak'st In better phrase and matter than thou didst. Edg. You are much deceived; in nothing am I alter'd . But my garments. Glost. Methinks you're better spoken. Edg. Come on, sir, here's the place. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so big as beetles; half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade!' The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon tall anch'ring bark Seems lessem'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy, Almost too small for sight; the murm'ring surge Cannot be heard so high. I’ll look no more, Lest my brain turn, and the disorder make me Tumble down headlong.
Glost. Set me where you stand.
For all beneath the moon I would not now
Glost. Let go my hand.
Edg. Fare you well, sir. That I do trifle thus With his despair, is with design to cure it.
Glost, [Kneels.] Thus, mighty gods, this world I do
And in your sight shake my afflictions off;
Edg. Hold—who comes here *
JEnter KING LEAR, a Coronet of Flowers on his Head, is/reaths and Garlands about him.
Lear, No, no; they cannot touch me for coining ; I am the king himself.
Edg. O piercing sight!
Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. There's your press-money, That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper;-draw me a clothier's yard. A mouse, a mouse ! Peace, hoa! There's my gauntlet; I’ll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, barb i'th white, i'th white.—Hewgh –Give me the word. - -
Edg. Sweet Marjoram.
Glost, I know that voice.
Lear. Ha, Goneril 1 With a white beard? They flatter'd me like a dog, and told me I had white hairs
on my chin, before the black ones were there. To say ay and no to every thing that I said, Ay and no too, was no good divinity. When the rain came once to wet me, and the winds to make me chatter, when the thunder would not peace at my bidding, there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men of their words; they told me I was every thing; ’tis a lie; I am not ague-proof. Glost. That voice I well remember : is't not the king 2 Lear. Ay, every inch a king: when I do stare, See, how the subject quakes! I pardon that man's life.—What was the cause * Adultery Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery No.— The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Engenders in my sight. Let copulation thrive; For Gloster’s bastard son was kinder to his father, Than were my daughters, got i'th’ lawful bed. To’t, luxury, pell-mell; for I lack soldiers. There's money for thee. Glost. Let me kiss that hand. Lear. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. Glost. Speak, sir, do you know me? Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Nay, do thy worst, blind Cupid, I’ll not love. Read me this challenge; mark but the penning of it. Glost. Were all the letters suns, I could not see. Lear. Read, read, read. Glost. What! with this case of eyes? Lear. O ho! are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor no money in your purse Yet you see how this world goes. Glost. I see it feelingly. Lear. What! art mad? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thy ears: see how yon justice rails on yon simple thief—Hark, in thine ear; shake them together, and the first that drops, be it thief or justice, is a villain.-Thou hast seen a farmer’s dog bark at a beggar? Glost. Ay, sir. Lear. And the man run from the cur; there thou might'st behold the great image of authority; a dog's obeyed in office. Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand! Why dost thou lash that strumpet? Thou hotly lust'st to enjoy her in that kind for which thou whipp'st her; do, do ; the judge, that sentenced her, has been before hand with thee. Glost. How stiff is my vile sense, that yields not yet! Lear. I tell thee, the usurer hangs the coz'ner.— Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and fur-gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks; Arm it in rags, a pigmy’s straw doth pierce it.— Why, there’tis for thee, my friend; make much of it; It has the power to seal the accuser’s lips.—Get thee glass eyes, and, like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.—Pull, pull off my boots; hard, harder; so, so. Glost. O, matter and impertinency mix’d Reason in madness | Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. I know thee well enough, thy name is Gloster. Thou must be patient; we came crying hither; Thou know'st, the first time that we taste the air, We wail and cry. I’ll preach to thee; mark me. Edg. Break, lab’ring heart | Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools,