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When I inform’d him, then he call'd me sot, Most barbarous, most degenerate !—have you And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out :

madded. What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to | Could my good brother suffer you to do it? him ;

A man, a prince, by him so benefited ! What like, offensive.

If that the heavens do not their visible spirits Gon. [T. EDMUND.] Then shall you go no Send quickly down to tame these* vile offences, further.

"Twill come, humanity must perforce prey on It is the cowish terror of his spirit,

'tself, That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs, Like monsters of the deep. Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the GON.

Milk-liver'd man ! way

That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother; | Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Hasten his musters and conduct his powers: Thine honour from thy suffering ;o that not I must change arms * at home, and give the distaff

know'st, Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant Fools do those villains pity who are punish'd Shall pass between us : ere long you are like to Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy hear,

drum ? If you dare venture in your own behalf,

France spreads his banners in our noiseless land; A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech; With plumed helm thy state begins to threat ;

[Giving a favour. Whiles thou, a moral foɔl, sitt'st still, and criest, Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak, Alack / why does he so ? Would stretch thy spirits up into the air ;


See thyself, devil ! Conceive, and fare thee well.

Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
EDM. Yours in the ranks of death.

So horrid as in woman.
My most dear Gloster ! Gon.

O vain fool ! [Excit EDMUND. ALB. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for 0, the difference of man and man!

shame, To three a woman's services are due ;

Bc-monster not thy feature! Were't my fitness My fool usurps my body."

To let these hands obey my blood, Osw. Madam, here comes my lord.

They are apt enough to dislocate and tear [Exit. Thy flesh and bones :-howe'er thou art a fiend,

A woman's shape doth shield thee.

Gon. Marry, your manhood now !
Gon. I have been worth the whistle.

Enter a Messenger.

0, Goneril ! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind ALB. What news? Blows in your face! I fear your disposition : 6 MESS. O, my good lord, the duke of Cornwall's That nature, which contemns its origin,

dead, Cannot be border'd certain in itself;

Slain by his servant, going to put out She that herself will sliver and disbranch

The other eye of Gloster. From her material sap, perforce must wither,


Gloster's eyes ! And come to deadly use.

Mess. A servant that he bred, thrillid with Gon. No more! the text is foolish.

remorse, ALB. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword vile;

[done ? To his great master; who, thereat enrag'd, Filths savour but themselves. What have you Flew on him, and amongst them fell’d him dead; Tigers, not daughters ! what have you perform’d? But not without that harmful stroke, which since A father, and a gracious aged man,

Hath pluck'd him after. Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear ALB.

This shows you are above, would lick,

You justicers, I that these our nether crimes (*) First folio, names.

(+) First folio, threat-enrag'd. . My fool usurps my body. The reading of the folio. The arst quarto has, "A fool usurps my bed;" the second, "My foot c Thine honour from thy suffering :] In the folio, Gonerii's usurps my head;" while a third gives, “My food usurps my speech ends here. body."

d-thy state begins to threat.] The first quarto has, -"thy bi fear your disposition :) This line and all that follows, down state begins thereat;" the second, "thy slaier begins threats." to Goneril's speech, beginning, “Milk-liver'd man!" the folio e O vain fool!] In the folio, the Messenger enters here, and ornits.

begins immediately,-“0, my good lord," &c.

(*) Old copies, this, the

First folio, Iustices.


So speedily can venge !-But, O poor Gloster! I GENT. Not to a rage: patience and sorrow Lost he his other eye?

strove* MESS.

Both, both, my lord.— Who should express her goodliest. You have This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer ; 'Tis from your sister.

Sunshine and rain at once : her smiles and tears Gon. [Aside.] One way I like this well ; Were like a better day:b those happy smilets, But being widow, and my Gloster with ber, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know May all the building in my fancy pluck

What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, Upon my hateful life: another way,

As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.-In brief, The news is not so tart.--I'll read, and answer. Sorrow would be a rarity most belov'd,

[Exit. If all could so become it. ALB. Where was his son, when they did take KENT.

Made she no verbal question ? his eyes? .

GENT. Faith, once or twice she heav'd the name Mess. Come with my lady hither.

of father ALB.

He is not here. | Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart; MESS. No, my good lord, I met him back Cried, Sisters ! sisters -Shame of ladies ! sisters ! again.

Kent! father / sisters! What, the storm ? ALB. Knows he the wickedness ?

i the night? Mess. Ay, my good lord; 't was he inform’d Let pity not be believ'd !—There she shook against him;

The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And quit the house on purpose that their punish And clamour moisten’d: then away she started ment

To deal with grief alone. Might have the freer course.


It is the stars, ALB. [Aside.]

Gloster, I live The stars above us, govern our conditions ;
To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, Else one self mate and mate could not beget
And to revenge thine eyes.—Come hither, friend; | Such different issues.-You spoke not with her
Tell me what more thou know'st. [Exeunt.

since ?
KENT. Was this before the king return'd ?

No, since. SCENE III. -The French Camp near Dover. KENT. Well, sir, the poor distressed Lear's

i' the town; Enter KENT, and a Gentleman.

Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers

What we are come about, and by no means KENT. Why the king of France is so suddenly | Will yield to see his daughter." gone back know you the reason ?

Why, good sir ? GENT. Something he left imperfect in the state, | KENT. A sovereign shame so elbo vs him : his which since his coming forth is thought of; which

own unkindness, imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her that his personal return was most required and ) To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights necessary.

To his dog-hearted daughters,—these things sting KENT. Who hath he left behind him general ? His mind so venomously, that burning shame GENT. The mareschal of France, Monsieur le Detains him from Cordelia. Far.


Alack, poor gentleman ! Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any KENT. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you demonstration of grief?

heard not? GENT. Ay, sir ; * she took them, read them in GENT. 'Tis so, they are a-foot. [Lear, my presence ;

KENT. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master And now and then an ample tear trilld down And leave you to attend him: some dear cause Her delicate cheek : it seem’d, she was a queen Will in concealment wrap me up awhile ; Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,

When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Sought to be king o'er her.

Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go KENT. O, then it mov'd her. | Along with me.



(*) O'd text, say: corrected by Theobald.

(*) Old text, streme : corrected by Pope. "a wetter May," and "a better day;" of the two we prefer the latter.

a SCENE III.] This scene is found only in the quartos.

b -- a better day :) The old text has, "a better way," which can hardly be what Shakespeare wrote. This has been changed to

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- burdocks,- The folio bas “Hardokes," the quartos "hor. docks." Farmer suggested harlocks, citing the following lines from Drayton,

“The honey-suckle, the harlocke,

The lilly, and the lady-smocke," &c.

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Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,

REG. Why should she write to Edmund ? Might The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,

not you Are many simples operative, whose power

Transport her purposes by word ? Belike, Will close the eye of anguish.

Something* -I know not what :-I'll love thee CoR. All bless'd secrets,

much, All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,

Let me unseal the letter. Spring with my tears ! be aidant and remediate

Madam, I had ratherIn the good man's distress! *_Seek, seek for him; REG. I know your lady does not love her husLest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life

band; That wants the means to lead it.

I'm sure of that: and at her late being here

She gave strange ciliads and most speaking looks Enter a Messenger.

To noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.

Osw. I, madam ? Mess.

News, madam!

Reg. I speak in understanding; you are, I The British powers are marching hitherward.

know't; Cor. 'Tis known before ; our preparation stands Therefore I do advise you, take this note: In expectation of them.-0 dear father,

My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk’d; It is thy business that I go about ;

And more convenient is he for my hand Therefore great France

Than for your lady's :-you may gather more. My mourning, and importanta tears hath pitied. If you do find him, pray you, give him this; No blown ambition doth our arms incite,

And when your mistress hears thus much from you, But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right : I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her. Soon may I hear and see him ! [Exeunt. So, fare you well.

If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,

Preferment falls on him that cuts him off. SCENE V.--A Room in Gloucester's Castle. Osw. Would I could meet him, madam! I

would I show

What party I do follow.

Fare thee well. [Exeunt.
Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth ?

Ay, madam.
Reg. Himself in person there?
Madam, with much ado:

SCENE VI.The Country near Dover.
Your sister is the better soldier.
Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord Enter GLOUCESTER, and EDGAR, dressed like a
at home?

Peasant. Osw. No, madam. REG. What might import my sister's letter to Glo. When shall I come to the top of that him?

same bill? Osw. I know not, lady.

Edg. You do climb up it now: look, how we Reg. Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.

labour. It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, Glo. Methinks the ground is even. To let him live; where he arrives he moves


Horrible steep. All hearts against us. Edmund, I think, is gone, Hark, do you hear the sea ? In pity of his misery, to despatch


No, truly. His nighted life ; moreover, to descry

EDG. Why, then, your other senses grow imThe strength o’the enemy.

perfect Osw. I must needs after him, madam, with my By your eyes' anguish. letter.


So may it be, indeed : Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow : stay Methinks thy voice is alter'd ; and thou speak’st with us;

In better phrase and matter than thou didst. The ways are dangerous.

Edg. You're much deceiv'd; in nothing am ] Osw. I may not, madam ;

chang'd, My lady charg'd my duty in this business. But in my garments

(*) First folio, Some things.

(t) First folio omits, him.

(*) Pirst folio, desires. s- important tears-) Important for importunate; the folio has importun'd.


ciliads,-) See note (a), p. 646, Vol. I.

Glo. Methinks you're better spoken. Thou ’d'st shiver'd like an egg : but thou dost Edo. Come on, sir; here's the place :-stand

breathe; ...:: still.—How fearful

Hast heavy substance ; bleed'st not; speak’st ; And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low !

art sound ! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Ten masts at each make not the altitude, Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Which thou hast perpendicularly fell !**-:: . Hangs one that gathers samphire,—dreadful trade! Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again. Methinks he seems no bigger than his head :

Glo. But have I fall’n, or no? The fishermen, that walk * upon the beach,

Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,

bourn ! Diminish'd to her cock ; her cock, a buoy

Look up a-height;—the shrill-gorg'd lark so far Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge, Cannot be seen or heard : do but look up. That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles t chafes, Glo. Alack, I have no eyes.Cannot be heard so high.—I'll look no more, Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit, Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight To end itself by death ? 'Twas yet some comfort, Topple down headlong.

When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage, Glo.

Set me where you stand. And frustrate his proud will. EDG. Give me your hand:--you are now within Eng.

Give me your arm : a foot

Up:-30.—How is't ? Feel you your legs? You Of the extreme verge : for all beneath the moon

stand. Would I not leap upright.

Glo. Too well, too well.
Let go my hand.


This is above all strangeness. Here, friend, 's another purse ; in it a jewel | Upon the crown o' the cliff, what thing was that Well worth a poor man's taking : fairies and Which parted from you ? gods,


A poor unfortunate beggar. Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off ;

EDG. As I stood here below, methought his Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.

eyes Edg. Now fare you well, good sir.

Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,

[Seems to go. | Horns whelk'd and way'd like the enridged * sea : Glo.

With all my heart. It was some fiend ; therefore, thou happy father, Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair Think that the clearest gods, who make them Is done to cure it.

honours Glo.

O, you mighty gods ! Of men's impossibilities, have preserv'd thee. This world I do renounce; and, in your sights, GLO. I do remember now: henceforth I'll Shake patiently my great affliction off :

bear If I could bear it longer, and not fall

Affliction till it do cry out itself, To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, Enough, enough, and die. That thing you speak My snuff and loathed part of nature should

of, Burn itself out. If Edgar live, 0, bless him ! I took it for a man ; often 't would say, Now, fellow, fare thee well.

The fiend, the fiend ! he led me to that place. EDG.

Gone, sir :—farewell.-1 Eng. Bear free and patient thoughts.—But who [GLOUCESTER leaps, and falls along.

comes here?
And yet I know not how conceit may rob
The treasury of life, when life itself
Yields to the theft : had he been where he thought, Enter LEAR, fantastically dressed with
By this, had thought been past.-Alive or dead ?

Ho, you sir ! friend !-Hear you, sir ?-speak !
Thus might he pass indeed :-yet he revives. The safer sense will ne'er accommodate
What are you, sir ?

His master thus.
Away, and let me die.

LEAR. No, they cannot touch me for coining ;ť Eng. Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, | I am the king himself. feathers, air,

EDG. O thou side-piercing sight! So many fathom down precipitating,

LEAR. Nature's above art in that respect.

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