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Aet II] KING LEAR 25
Corn. We'll answer that ; Our sister may receive it worse to have Her gentleman assaulted. To our business, lead. [ereunt all but Gloster into the castle Glost. I am sorry for thee, friend; tis the duke's - pleasure, Whose disposition will not be controll'd : But I’ll entreat for thee. Kent. Pray do not, sir. I have watch'd and travell'd hard ; Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I’ll whistle. Farewell toye, sir. [erit Głoster into the castle' Good king, that must approve the common saw " . Thou out of heaven’s benediction comest To the warm sun.—All weary and o'erwatch'd, ; I feel the drowsy guest steel on me; take Advantage, heavy eyes, of this kind slumber, Not to behold this vile and shameful lodging. (sleeps)
scene 111—a forest.
Edg. I heard myself proclaim’d, : And by the friendly hollow of a tree, , Escaped the hunt. No port is free, no place, Where guards and most unusual vigilance Do not attend to take me. IHow easy now : Twere to defeat the malice of my trail, ; And leave my griefs on my sword's reeking point: But love detains me from death's peaceful cell, Still whispering me, Cordelia's in distress: , Unkind as she is, I cannot see her wretched, But must be near to wait upon her fortune. Who knows but the blest minute yet may come. ... When Edgar may do service to Cordelia? That charming hope still ties me to the oar Of painful life, and makes me to submit Toth' humblest shifts to keep that life afoot.
My face I will besmear. and knit my locks;
scENE 1 v.–before the earl of Gloster's castle—ke NT discovered, in the stocks still.
enter king LEAR and his knights.
Lear. Tis strange, that they should so depart from home,
And not send back our messenger.
Rent. Hail, noble master
Lear. How, makest thou this shame thy pastime 2 What’s he that has so much mistook thy place, To set thee here?
Rent. It is both he and she, sir; your son and
Lear. No, I say.
Rent. I say, yea.
Lear They durst not do’t:
Rent. My lord, when at their home
The leisure of their answer; which I did :
enter Glost ER, from the castle.
Rent. Within, sir, at a masque.
Deny to speak with me? th'are sick, th'are weary,
Glost. My dear lord,
Dear. Wengeance death plague ! confusion :
Glost. I have inform'd them so.
Lear. Inform'd them dost thou understand me,
I tell thee. Grioster.—
Glost Ay, my good lord.
Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall ; the
dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service.
Are they inform'd of this 2 my breath and blood
For the sound man.—But wherefore sits he there P
cnter cornwall, RE GAN, captain of the guards, and attendants from the castle.
Oh! are you come P
Corn. Health to the king !
Reg. I am glad to see your highness.
Lear. Regan, I think you are ; I know what cause I have to think so. Should'st thou not be glad, I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, Sepulch'ring an adultress.-Beloved Regan, thou wilt shake to hear What I shall utter;-thou couldst ne'er ha’ thought it; Thy sister's naught: o Regan, she has ty'd Ingratitude like a keen vulture here; 1 scarce can speak to thee.
(Kent is set at liberty by the attendants)
Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope
Ilear. Ha! how’s that P
Reg. I cannot think my sister in the least
Lear. My curses on her
Reg. O, sir, you're old,
Dear, Ha! ask her forgiveness!
* Do you but mark how this becomes the house:
Dear daughter, I confess that I am old;
Aeg. Good sir, no more of these unsightly pas
Return back to our sister.
Lear. Never, Regan ; She hath abated me of half my train, Look’d black upon me, stabb'd me with her tongue: All the stored vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful head strike her young bones, Ye taking airs, with lameness —
Reg. O the blest gods ! thus will you wish on me, When the rash mood
Dear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse ; Thy tender nature cannot give thee o'er To such impiety; thou better know'st The offices of nature. bond of childhood, And dues of gratitude; thou bear'st in mind The half o'th' kingdom, which our love confert’d On thee and thine. Reg. Good sir, to th’ purpose. Lear. Who put my man ith' stocks?
- (trumpet sbunds)
Corn. What trumpet’s that 2
enter O SWALD.
Sir, is your lady come!
Who comes here P oh, heavens !