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•F,
The
Tragedy
of
King
Lear.
rough
and
tatter’d
cloaths,
great
Vices
do
appear:
Robes,
and
furr’d
gowns
hide
all.
Place
fins
with
gold,
and
the
stronge
Lance
of
justice,
hurtless
breaks:
Arme
it
in
rags,
a
Pigmy’s
straw
doth
pierce
it.
None
does
offend,
none,
I
say
none,
I’le
able
’em;
take
that
of
me
my
friend,
who
have
the
power
to
seal
th’accusers
lips.
Get
thee
glass
eyes,
and
like
a
scurvy
Politician,
seem
to
see
the
things
thou
do'st
not.
Now,
now,
now,
now.
Pull
off
my
Boots:
har-
der,
harder,
so.
Edg.
O
matter,
and
impertinency
mixt,
Reason
in
Madness.
Lear.
If
thou
wilt
weep
my
fortunes,
take
my
eyes.
1
know
thee
well
enough,
thy
name
is
Gloster:
Thou
must
be
patient;
we
came
crying
hither:
Thou
know’st,
the
first
time
that
we
smell
the
air
We
wawle,
and
cry.
I
will
preach
to
thee:
Mark.
Glou.
Alack,
alack,
the
day.
Lear.
When
we
are
born,
we
cry
that
we
are
come
To
this
great
stage
of
fools.
This
a
good
block:
It
were
a
delicate
stratagem
to
shooe
A
Troop
of
Horse
with
felt:
I'le
put’t
in
proof,
And
when
I
have
stoln
upon
these
Sons-in-Laws:
Then
kill,
kill,
kill,
kill,
kill,
kill.
Enter
a
Gentleman.
Gent.
O
here
he
is:
lay
hand
upon
him,
Sir.
Your
most
dear
Daughter
Lear.
No
rescue?
what,
a
Prisoner?
I
am
even
The
Natural
Fool
of
fortune.
Use
me
well,
You
shall
have
ransom.
Let
me
have
Surgeons,
I
am
cut
to
th’Brains.
Gent.
You
shall
have
any
thing.
Lear.
No
Seconds?
All
my
self?
Why,
this
would
make
a
man,
a
man
of
Salt;
To
use
his
eyes
for
Garden
water-pots.
I
will
die
bravely,
Like
a
smug
Bridegroom.
What?
I
will
be
Jovial:
Come,
come,
I
am
a
King.
Masters,
know
you
that?
Gent.
You
are
a
Royal
one,
and
we
obey
you.
Lear.
Then
there’s
life
in’t.
Come,
and
you
get
it,
You
shall
get
it
by
running:
Sa,
sa,
sa,
sa.
[Exit.
Gent.
A
sight
most
pittiful
in
the
meanest
wretch,
Past
speaking
of
in
a
King.
Thou
hast
a
Daughter
Who
redeems
nature
from
the
general
curse
Which
twain
have
brought
her
to.
Edg.
Hail,
gentle
Sir.
Gent.
Sir,
speed
you:
what’s
your
will?
Edg.
Do
you
hear
ought
(Sir)
of
a
Battel
toward.
Gent.
Most
sure,
and
vulgar:
Every
one
hears
that,
which
can
distinguish
sound.
Edg.
But
by
your
favour:
How
near’s
the
other
Army?
Gent.
Near,
and
on
speedy
foot:
the
main
discry
Stands
on
the
hourly
thought.
Edg.
I
thank
you,
Sir,
that’s
all.
Gent.
Though
that
the
Queen
on
special
cause
is
here,
Her
Army
is
mov’d
on.
[Exit.
Edg.
I
thank
you,Sir.
Glou.
You
ever
gentle
gods,
take
my
breath
from
me,
Let
not
my
worser
Spirit
tempt
me
again
To
die
before
you
please,
Edg.
Well,
pray
you
Father.
Glou.
Now
good
Sir,
what
are
you?
Edg.
A
most
poor
man,
made
tame
to
fortunes
blows
Who,
by
the
Art
of
known,
and
feeling
sorrows,
Am
pregnant
to
good
pitty.
Give
me
your
hand,
I'le
lead
you
to
some
biding.
Glou.
Hearty
thanks:
The
bounty,
and
the
benizon
of
Heaven
To
boot,
and
boot.
Enter
Steward.
Stew.
A
proclaim’d
prize:
most
happy:
That
eyeless
head
of
thine,
was
first
fram’d
flesh
To
raise
my
fortunes.
Thou
old,
unhappy
traitor,
Briefly
thy
self
remember:
the
Sword
is
out
That
must
destroy
thee.
Glou.
Now
let
thy
friendly
hand
Put
strength
enough
to’t.
Stew.
Wherefore,
bold
Peazant,
Darst
thou
support
a
publish’d
traitor?
hence,
Lest
that
th’infection
of
his
fortune
take
Like
hold
on
thee.
Let
go
his
Arm.
Edg.
Chill
not
let
go
Zir,
Without
vurther
casion.
Stew.
Let
go,
Slave,
or
thou
dy’st.
Edg.
Good
Gentleman
go
your
gate,
and
let
poor
volk
pass:
and’chud
ha’been
zwagged
out
of
my
life,
’twould
ha’been
zo
long
as
’tis,
by
a
vortnight.
Nay,
come
not
near
th’old
man:
keep
out
che
vor’ye,
or
ice
try
whither
your
Costard,
or
my
Ballow
be
the
harder;
chill
be
plain
with
you.
Stew.
Out
Dunghil.
Edg.
Child
pick
your
teeth
Zir:
come,
no
matter
vor
your
soyns.
Stew.
Slave
thou
hast
slain
me:
villain,
take
my
purse;
If
ever
thou
wilt
thrive,
bury
my
body,
And
give
the
Letters
which
thou
find’st
about
me,
To
Edmud
Earl
of
Gloster:
seek
him
out
Upon
the
English
party.
Oh
untimely
death,
death.
Edg.
I
know
thee
well.
A
serviceable
Villain,
As
duteous
to
the
vices
of
thy
Mistris,
As
badness
would
desire.
Glou.
What,
is
he
dead?
Edg.
Sit
you
down
Father:
rest
you.
Let’s
see
these
Pockets;
the
Letters
that
he
speaks
of
May
be
my
friends:
he’s
dead;
I
am
only
sorry
He
had
no
other
Deathsman.
Let
us
see:
Leave
gentle
wax,
and
manners:
blame
us
not
To
know
our
enemies
minds,
we
rip
their
hearts,
Their
Papers
are
more
lawful.
Reads
the
Letter.
L
Et
our
reciprocal
vows
be
remembred.
You
have
many
opportunities
to
cut
him
off:
if
your
will
want
not,
time
and
place
will
be
fruitfully
offer'd.
There
is
nothing
done.
If
he
return
the
Conqueror,
then
am
I
the
Prisoner,
and
his
bed,
my
Gaol,
from
the
loathed
warmth
whereof,
deliver
me,
and
supply
the
place
of
our
Labour.
Your
(Wife,
so
I
would
say)
affectio-
nate
Servant,
Goneril.
Of
indistinguish’d
space
of
Womans
will,
A
plot
upon
her
vertuous
Husbands
life,
And
the
exchange
my
brother:
here,
in
the
sands
Thee
I’le
rake
up,
the
post
unsanctified
Of
murtherous
Letchers:
and
in
the
mature
time,
With
this
ungracious
paper
strike
the
sight
Of
the
death-practis’d
Duke:
for
him
’tis
well,
That
of
thy
death,
and
business,
I
can
tell.
Glou.
The
King
is
mad:
How
stiffe
is
my
vile
sense
That
I
stand
up,
and
have
ingenious
feeling
Of
my
huge
sorrows?
Better
I
were
distract.
So
should
my
thoughts
be
sever’d
from
my
griefs,
[Drum
afar
off.
And
woes,
by
wrong
imaginations
lose
The
knowledg
of
themselves.
Edg.
Give
me
your
hand:
Far
off
methinks
I
hear
the
beaten
Drum.
Come,
Father,
I'le
bestow
you
with
a
friend.
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