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Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? hence, Lest I destroy thee too; let go his arm. Aldg. Chill not let go, zir, without 'vurther 'casion. Osw. Let go, slave; or thou diest. . " Edg. Good gentleman, go your gate, and let poor volk pass; and chu’d ha’ bin zwagger'd out of my life, it would not have been so long as tis by a vortnightNay, an’ thou com’st near th' old man, lost try whether your costard or my ballow be th' harder. Ows. Out, dunghill ! Edg. Chill pick your teeth, zir: come, no matter •vor your foines. (Edgar knocks him down) Osw. Slave, thou hast slain me; oh! untimely death ! (dies) Edg. I know thee well, a serviceable villain, ... As duteous to the vices of his mistress, " As lust could wish. * - Glost. What? is he dead P * Eug. This is a letter carrier, and may have * Some papers of intelligence, that may stand ... Our party in good stead to know.—What's here? - (takes a letter out of his pocket and reads it).
o * > To Edmund, earl of Głoster. * Let our mutual loves be remembered: you have many opportunities to cut Albany off. If he returns the conqueror, then I am still a prisoner, and his bed my gaol; from the loathed warmth of which deliver me, and supply the place for your labor. GO N E is IL.
* A plot upon the duke her husband's life,
(a march at a distance)
s Come, your hand;
Far off methinks I hear the beaten drum:
f Gome, sir, I will bestow you with a friend. [eveunt
scene 1–a chamber—king lear asleep on a couch— corneli A, physician, and two knights standing by him.
Cord. His sleep is sound, and may have good effect To cure his jarring senses, and repair This breach of nature. Phys. We have employ'd the utmost power of art, And this deep rest will perfect our design. Cord. O Regan! Goneril 1 inhuman sisters 1 Had he not been your father, these white hairs Had challenged sure some pity was this a face To be exposed against the jarring winds? My enemy's dog, though he had bit me, should Have stood that night against my fire.—He wakes; speak to him. Phys. Madam, do you: tisfittest. Cord. How does my royal lord? how fares your majesty P - o Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'th’ grave. , Cord. Speak to me, sir; who am I? Lear. You are a soul in bliss; but I am bound ‘Upon a wheel of fire, which my own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cord. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know; when did you die? Cord. Still, still, far wide 1 Phys. Madam, he's scarce awake; he'll soon grow more composed. Lear. Wo: have I been? where am I? fair day. ight I am mightily abused; I should even die with pity To see another thus. I will not swear These are my hands. Cord. O, look upon me, sir, And hold your hand in blessing o'er me. Nay, You must not kneel. -
Alear. Pray, do not mock me ;
Cord. Nay, then farewell to patience? witness for
Ye mighty pow’rs, I ne'er complain'd till now !
Lear. Methinks, I should know you, and know this
man ; Yet I am doubtful; for I’m mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor do I know Where I did sleep last night. Pray, do not mock me ; For, as I am a man, I think that lady To be my child Cordelia. Cord. O, my dear, dear father Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, faith; pray, do not weed. I know I have given thee cause, and am so humbled With crosses since, that I could ask Forgiveness of thee, were it possible That thou could'st grant it; If thou hast poison for me, I will drink it, Bless thee, and die. Cord. O, pity, sir, a bleeding heart, and cease This killing language. Lear. Tell me, friends, where am I? Phys. In your own kingdom, sir. Lear. Do not abuse me. Phys. Be comforted, good madam : for the violence Of his distemper's past; we’ll lead him in, INor trouble him till he is better settled. Will it please you, sir, walk into freer air? Lear. You must bear with me, I am old and foolish. Forget and forgive. (the physician leads off king Lear, followed by the two knights) Cord. The gods restore you !—(a distant marchy Hark, l hear afar
The beaten drum, Old Kent's a man of's word.
Gh ! for an arm
see NE 11—a valley near the field of battle.
Edg. Here, sir, take you the shadow of this tree For your good host ; pray that the right may thrive: If ever I return to you again, I'll bring you comfort. [exit Edgar Glost. Thanks, friendly sir; The fortune, your good cause deserves, betide you ! (an alarum within) The fight grows hot; the whole war's now at work, And the gored battle bleeds in every vein, Whilst drums and trumpets drown loud slaughter's roar. . Where’s Gloster now, that used to head the onset, And scour the ranks where deadliest danger lay P Here, like a shepherd, in a lonely shade, Idle, unarm’d, and list’ning to the fight. No more of shelter, thou blind worm, but forth To th’ open field; the war may come this way, And crush thee into rest.— O, dark despair when, Edgar, wilt thou come To pardon, and dismiss me to the grave? (a retreat soundes) l
Hark! a retreat; the king, I fear, has lost. enter EDGAR.
A3dg. Away, old man; give me your hand; away ! King Lear has lost; he and his daughter ta'en: And this, ye gods, is all that I can save Of this most precious wreck. Give me your hand. Glost. No farther, sir; a man may rot even here. Edg. What! in ill thoughts again? men must endure ‘Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Glost. And that's true too. [ereunt
enter the duke of ALBANy, Gone R11, REGAN, EDMUND, captAIN of the guards, and soldiers—with King LEAR, KENT, and cord ELIA, prisoners.
Alb. It is enough to have conquer’d; cruelty Should ne'er survive the fight. Captain o’ the guards, Treat well your royal prisoners, till you have Our farther orders, as you hold our pleasure.
Gon. Hark, sir, not as you hold our husbands:
pleasure, (to the captain, aside) o
But as you hold your life, despatch your pris’ners.
Capt. I shall obey your orders.
Edm. Sir, I approve it safest to pronounce
Alb. Sir, by your favor,
Reg. That'so we list to grace him.