This after game?
Eag. Half blooded man,

Thy father's sin first, then his punishment,

From thy licentious mother

"Thou draw'st thy villany; but, for thy part
Of Gloster's blood, I hold thee worth my sword.

Edm. Thou bear'st thee on thy mother's piety,

*Which I despise; thy mother being chaste,

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Thou art assur'd thou art but Gloster's son;
But mine, disdaining constancy, leaves me
To hope that I am sprung from nobler blood,
And possibly a king might be my sire:
But be my birth's uncertain chance as twill,
Who twas that had the hit to father me
I know not; tis enough that I am I;
Of this one thing I’m certain, that I have
A daring soul, and so have at thy heart.
(trumpet sounds—they fight—Edmund falls)
Tis past,-and so am I.
Eag. As thou art my father's son,
Exchange we charity on thy repentance.
Edm. Thy sword has proved thy truth.—Forgive me,
Oh! ere life leaves me, let me do some good,
Despight of my own nature : quickly send,
Be brief, into the castle; for my order
Is on the life of Lear, and of Cordelia.
Edg. O, let us fly, my lord, to save their lives :
Alö. The heavens defend them —bear him hence a
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part of the soldiers, and the other part Öear Edmund away.

.scene v-a prison. king LEAR asleep, with his head on cord ELIA’s lap.

Cord. What toils, thou wretched king, hast thou
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To make thee draw, in chains, a sleep so sound !
Thy better angel charm thy ravish'd mind
With fancied freedom! peace is used to lodge
On cottage straw; thou hast the beggar's bed;
Therefore shouldst have the beggar's careless thought,
And now, my Edgar, I remember thee:
What fate has seized thee in this general wreck
I know not, but I know thou must be wretched,
Because Cordelia holds thee dear.:-
O gods! a sudden gloom o'erwhelms me, and the im-

age Of death o’erspreads the place.—Ha! who are these ?

enter cAPTAIN of the guards, another of FIce R, and soldiers with cords.

Capt. Now, sirs, despatch ; already you are paid In part, the best of your reward's to come. Lear. Charge, charge upon their flank ; their left wing halts; Push, push the battle, and the day’s our own ; Their ranks are broken ; down, down with Albany – Who holds my hands?–0, thou deceiving sleep, I was this very minute on the chase, And now a pris'ner here!—what mean the slaves? You will not murder me? Cord. Help, earth and heaven For your soul's sake, dear sir, and for the gods’, Offi. No tears, good lady ; no pleading against gold and preferment. " Come, sirs, make ready your cords. Cord. You, sir, I’ll seize, You have a human form; and, if no prayers Can touch your soul to spare a poor king's life, If there be any thing that you hold dear, By that I beg you to despatch me first. Capt. Comply with her request ; despatch her first. Lear. Off, hell-hounds ! by the gods I charge you, spare her; Tis my Cordelia, my true pious daughter;-

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No pity?—nay, then take an old man's vengeance.
(king Lear, snatches a sword fram the officer,
and strikes down the two soldiers who had
seized Cordelia)
enter EDGAR, the duke of ALBANY, and king Lear’s
Edg. Death ! hell! ye vultures, hold your impious
hands, *
Or take a speedier death than you would give.
Alb. Guards, seize those instruments of cruelty.
Cord. Oh, my Edgar !
Edg. My dear Cordelial lucky was the minute
Of our approach; the gods have weigh’d our suff'rings;
We've pass'd the fire, and now must shine to ages.

Rnight. Look here, my lord; see, where the gener

ous king
Has slain two of them.
Dear. Did I not, fellow 2
I’ve seen the day, with my good biting falchion.
I could have made them skip ;-I am old now,
And these vile crosses spoil me; out of breath,
Fie, oh ! quite out of breath, and spent.
Al6. Bring in old Kent [exit a knight] and, Edgar,
guide you hither
Your father, who, you said, was near. [erit Edgar

enter KENT and the knight.

Dear. Who are you?
My eyes are none o' th' best, I'll tell you straight:
Oh, Albany well, sir, we are your captives,
And you are come to see death pass upon us.
Why this delay ?—or is't your highness' pleasure
To give us first the torture P say you so 2
Why, here's old Kent, and I, as tough a pair
As e'er bore tyrant stroke ;—but my Cordelia, .
My poor Cordelia here, o pity

Alb. Thou injured majesty,
The wheel of fortune now has made her circle,
And blessings yet stand 'twixt thy grave and thee.

Lear. Com'st thou, inhuman lord, to soothe us back

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To a fool's paradise of hope, to make
Our doom more wretched P go to ; we are too well
Acquainted with misfortune, to be gull'd
With lying hope; no, we will hope no more.
Alb. I have a tale to unfold, so full of wonder,
As cannot meet an easy faith ;
But, by that royal injured head, tis true.
Rent. What would your highness?
Alb. Know, the noble Edgar o
Impeach'd lord Edmund, since the fight, of treason,
And dared him for the proof to single combat,
In which the gods confirm'd his charge by conquest;
I left e'en now the traitor wounded mortally.
Lear. And whither tends this story P
Alb. Ere they fought,
Lord Edgar gave into my hands this paper,
A blacker scroll of treason and of lust
Than can be found in the records of hell:
There, sacred sir, behold the character
Of Goneril, the worst of daughters, but
More vicious wife.
Cord. Could there be yet addition to their guilt?
What will not they, that wrong a father, do?
Alb. Since then my injuries, Lear, fall in with thine,
I have resolved the same redress for both.
IZent. What says my lord?.
Cord. Speak: for methought I heard
The charming voice of a descending god.
Alb. The troops, by Edmund raised, I have dis.
banded : {
Those, that remain, are under my command. s
What comfort may be brought to cheer your age,
And heal your savage wrongs, shall be apply'd;
For to your majesty we do resign
Your kingdom, save what part yourself conferr'd
On us in marriage.
Kent. Hear you that, my liege?
Cord. Then there are gods, and virtue is their care,
Lear. Is’t possible?
ket the spheres stop their course, the sun make halt,

The winds be hush'd, the seas and fountains rest,
All nature pause, and listen to the change
Where is my Kent, my Caius?
Fent. Here, my liege.
Lear. Why, I have news, that will recall thy youth;
Ha 1 did'st thou hear’t?—or did th’ inspiring gods .
Whisper to me alone—old Lear shall be
A king again P
Rent. The prince, that like a god has power, has
said it.
Lear. Cordelia then shall be a queen, mark that;
Cordelia shall be queen ; winds catch the sound,
And bear it on your rosy wings to heaven,
Cordelia is a queen.

enter EDGAR, with GLosTER.

Alb. Look, sir, where pious Edgar comes, Leading his eyeless father. O, my liege, His wondrous story well deserves your leisure; What he has done and suffer'd for your sake, What for the fair Cordelia's. Glost. Where’s my liege? conduct me to his knees, to hail His second birth of empire: my dear Edgar Has, with himself, reveal’d the king's blest restoration. Lear. My poor dark Gloster Glost. O, let me kiss once more that scepter'd hand! Lear. Hold, thou mistakest the majesty ; kneel here ; Cordelia has our power, Cordelia's queen. , Speak, is not that the noble, suff'ring Edgar P Glost. My pious son, more dear than my lost eyes. Elear. I wrong’d him too; but here’s the fair amends. Edg. Your leave, my liege, for an unwelcome message : Edmund, but that's a trifle, is expired. What more will touch you, your imperious daughters, Goneril and haughty Regan, both are dead, Each by the other poison’d at a banquet: This, dying, they confess'd.

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