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The
Tragedy
of
King
Lear.
109
The
which
immediacy
may
well
stand
up,
And
call
it
self
your
Brother.
Gon.
Not
so
hot:
In
his
own
grace
he
doth
exalt
himself,
More
than
in
your
addition.
Reg.
In
my
rights,
By
me
invested,
he
compeers
the
best.
Alb.
That
were
the
most,
if
he
should
Husband
you,
Reg.
Jesters
do
oft
prove
Prophets.
Gon.
Holla,
holla,
That
Eye
that
told
you
so,
look’d
but
a
squint.
Reg.
Lady
I
am
not
well,
else
I
should
answer
From
a
full
flowing
stomach.
General,
Take
thou
my
Souldiers,
Prisoners,
Patrimony,
Dispose
of
them,
of
me,
the
Walls
are
thine:
Witness
the
World,
that
I
create
thee
here,
My
Lord,
and
Master.
Gon.
Mean
you
to
enjoy
him?
Alb.
The
lett
alone
lies
not
in
your
good
will.
Bast.
Nor
in
thine,
Lord,
Alb.
Half-blouded
Fellow,
yes.
Reg.
Let
the
Drum
strike,
and
prove
my
title
thine.
Alb.
Stay
yet,
hear
reason:
Edmund,
I
arrest
thee
On
capital
Treason;
and
in
thy
arrest,
This
gilded
Serpent:
for
your
claim
fair
Sisters,
I
bare
it
in
the
interest
of
my
Wife,
’Tis
she
is
sub-contracted
to
this
Lord,
And
I
her
Husband
contradict
your
Banes.
If
you
will
marry,
make
your
loves
to
me,
My
Lady
is
bespoke.
Gon.
An
enterlude.
Alb.
Thou
art
armed,
Gloster,
Let
the
Trumpet
sound:
If
none
appear
to
prove
upon
thy
person,
Thy
heinous,
manifest,
and
many
Treasons,
There
is
my
pledge:
I’ll
make
it
on
thy
heart
Ere
I
taste
Bread,
thou
art
in
nothing
less
Than
I
have
here
proclaim’d
thee.
Reg.
Sick,
O
sick.
Gon.
If
not,
I’ll
ne’re
trust
Medicine.
Bast.
There’s
my
exchange,
what
in
the
World
he
is
That
names
me
Traytor,
Villain-like
he
lies,
Call
by
the
Trumpet:
he
that
dares
approach;
On
him,
on
you,
who
not,
I
will
maintain
My
truth
and
honour
firmly.
Enter
a
Herald.
Alb.
A
Herald,
ho.
Trust
to
thy
single
vertues,
for
thy
Souldiers
All
levied
in
my
name,
have
in
my
name
Took
their
discharge.
Reg.
My
sickness
grows
upon
me.
Alb.
She
is
not
well,
convey
her
to
my
Tent,
Come
hither,
Herald,
let
the
Trumpet
sound,
And
read,
out
this.
[A
Trumpet
sounds.
Herald
reads.
IF
any
man
of
quality
or
degree
within
the
lifts
of
the
Army,
will
maintain
upon
Edmund
supposed
Earl
of
Gloster,
that
he
is
a
manifold
Traytor,
let
him
appear
by
the
third
found
of
the
Trumpet:
he
is
bold
in
his
de-
fence.
1
Trumpet.
Her.
Again.
2
Trumpet.
Her.
Again.
3
Trumpet.
[Trumpet
answers
him
within.
Enter
Edgar
armed.
Alb.
Ask
him
his
purposes,
why
he
appears
Upon
this
Call
o’
th’
Trumpet.
Her.
What
are
you?
Your
name,
your
quality,
and
why
you
answer
This
present
Summons?
Edg.
Know
my
name
is
lost
By
Treasons
Tooth:
bare-gnawn,
and
Canker-bit,
Yet
am
I
Noble
as
the
Adversary
I
come
to
cope.
Alb.
Which
is
that
Adversary?
Edg.
What’s
he
that
speaks
for
Edmund
Earl
of
Gloster?
Bast.
Himself,
what
saist
thou
to
him?
Edg.
Draw
thy
Sword.
That
if
my
Speech
offend
a
Noble
heart,
T
hy
arm
may
do
thee
Justice,
here
is
mine:
Behold
it
is
my
priviledge,
The
priviledge
of
mine
honours,
My
Oath,
and
my
profession.
I
protest,
Maugre
thy
strength,
place,
youth,
and
eminence,
Despise
thy
Victor-Sword,
and
fire
new
fortune,
Thy
valour,
and
thy
heart,
thou
art
a
Traytor:
False
to
thy
gods,
thy
Brother,
and
thy
Father,
Conspirant
’gainst
this
high
illustrious
Prince,
And
from
th’extreamest
upward
of
thy
head,
To
the
descent
and
dust
below
thy
foot,
A
most
Toad
spotted
Traytor.
Say
thou
no,
This
Sword,
this
arm,
and
my
best
spirits
are
bent
To
prove
upon
thy
heart,
whereto
I
speak,
Thou
lyest.
Bast.
In
wisdom
I
should
ask
thy
name,
But
since
thy
out-side
looks
so
fair
and
Warlike,
And
that
thy
tongue
(some
say)
of
breeding
breaths,
What
safe,
and
nicely
I
might
well
delay,
By
rule
of
Knight-hood,
I
disdain
and
spurn:
Back
do
I
toss
these
Treasons
to
thy
head,
With
the
Hell-hated
Lie,
orewhelm
thy
heart,
Which
for
they
yet
glance
by,
and
scarcely
bruise,
This
Sword
of
mine
shall
give
them
instant
way,
Where
they
shall
rest
for
ever.
Trumpets
speak.
Alb.
Save
him,
save
him.
[Alarums.
Fights.
Gon.
This
is
practice,
Gloster,
By
th’
law
of
War,
thou
wast
not
bound
to
answer
An
unknown
opposite:
thou
art
not
vanquish’d.
But
cozen’d,
and
beguil’d.
Alb.
Shut
your
mouth,
Dame,
Or
with
this
paper
shall
I
stop
it:
hold,
Sir,
Thou
worse
than
any
name,
read
thine
own
evil:
No
tearing
Lady,
I
perceive
you
know
it.
Gon.
Say
if
I
do,
the
Laws
are
mine
not
thine,
Who
can
arraign
me
for’t?
[Exit.
Alb.
Most
monstrous!
O,
know’st
thou
this
Paper?
Bast.
Ask
me
not
what
I
know.
Alb.
Go
after
her,
she’s
desperate,
govern
her.
Bast.
What
you
have
charg’d
me
with,
That
have
I
done,
And
more,
much
more,
the
time
will
bring
it
out.
’Tis
part,
and
so
am
I:
But
what
art
thou
That
hast
this
fortune
on
me?
If
thou’rt
Noble,
I
do
forgive
thee.
Edg.
Let’s
exchange
charity:
I
am
no
less
in
bloud
than
thou
art,
Edmund.
If
more,
the
more
th’
hast
wrong’d
me.
My
name
is
Edgar,
and
thy
Fathers
Son,
The
gods
are
just,
and
of
our
pleasant
Vices
Make
instruments
to
plague
us:
The
dark
and
vitious
place,
where
thee
he
got,
Cost
him
his
Eyes.
Bast.
Th’
hast
spoken
right,
’tis
true,
The
Wheel
is
come
full
Circle,
I
am
here.
Alb.
Me
thought
thy
very
gate
did
prophesie
A
Royal
Nobleness:
I
must
embrace
thee,
Let
sorrow
split
my
heart,
if
ever
I
Did
hate
thee,
or
thy
Father.
Edg.
Worthy
Prince,
I
know’t.
Alb.
Where
have
you
hid
your
self?
How
have
you
known
the
miseries
of
your
Father?
Edg.
By
nursing
them,
my
Lord.
List
a
brief
tale,
And
when
’tis
told,
O
that
my
heart
would
burst.
The
bloody
proclamation
to
escape
K
k
k
That