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Edm. Save thee, Curan.

My father watches :-0), sir, fly this place; Cur. And you,* sir. I have been with your Intelligence is given where you are hid; father, and given him notice that the duke of You have now the good advantage of the Cornwall and Regan his duchess will be here with

night:him this night.

Have you not spoken 'gainst the duke of Cornwall ? EDM. How comes that?

He's coming hither; now, i the night, i' the Cur. Nay, I know not. You have heard of the

haste, news abroad,—I mean the whispered ones, for they | And Regan with him ; have you nothing said are yet but ear-kissing arguments ?

Upon his party 'gainst the duke of Albany ? Edm. Not I; pray you, what are they?

Advise yourself. Cur. Have you heard of no likely wars toward, | Eng. I am sure on't, not a word. 'twixt the dukes of Cornwall and Albany ?

Edm. I hear my father coming,-pardon me; EDM. Not a word.

In cunning I must draw my sword upon you: Cur. You may do, then, in time. Fare you Draw: seem to defend yourself: now quit you well, sir.


well. — EDM. The duke be here to-night? The better! Yield :—come before my father.—Light, ho, best!

here! This weaves itself perforce into my business. Fly, brother.—Torches ! torches !—So, farewell.— My father hath set guard to take my brother;

[Exit EDGAR. And I have one thing, of a queasy question, Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion Which I must act :-briefness and fortune,

[Wounds his arm. work !

Of my more fierce endeavour : I have seen drunkBrother, a word ;—descend :-brother, I say !


Do more than this in sport.-Father ! father! (*) First folio, your.

Stop, stop! No help?


| Were very pregnant and potential spur: * Enter GLOUCESTER, and Servants with torches.

To make thee seek it. Glo. Now, Edmund, where's the villain ?

Strongť and fasten’d villain ! Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp Would he deny his letter?-I never got him.-6 sword out,

Trumpets without. Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why the To stand auspicious mistress,


But where is he? All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape; Evm. Look, sir, I bleed.

The duke must grant me that: besides, his picture Glo.

Where is the villain, Edmund ? I will send far and near, that all the kingdom Edm. Fled this way, sir. When by no means

May have due note of him; and of my land, he could

Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means Glo. Pursue him, ho !-Go after.—[Exeunt To make thee capable.

some Servants.] By no means, what ? Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lord

Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, and Attendants. ship; But that I told him, the revenging gods

Corn. How now, my noble friend ! since I came "Gainst parricides did all their thunders * bend;


news. $ Spoke, with how manifold and strong a bond (Which I can call but now) I have heard strange The child was bound to the father ;-sir, in fine, Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, Seeing how loathly opposite I stood

Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion

lord ?

[crack'd! With his prepared sword, he charges home

Glo. O, madam, my old heart is crack’d,—it's My un provided body, lanc'd + mine arm :

Reg. What, did my father's godson seek your But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits,

life? Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to the encounter, | He whom my father nam'd ? your Edgar ? Or whether gasted by the noise I made,

Glo. O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid ! Full suddenly he fled.

REG. Was he not companion with the riotous Glo. Let him fly far:

knights Not in this land shall he remain uncaught;

That tend || upon my father?

[bad.— And found-despatch !-- The noble duke my Glo. I know not, madam : 't is too bad, too master,

Edm. Yes, madam, he was of that consort. My worthy arch and patron, comes to-night :

Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill By his authority I will proclaim it,

affected; That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks, 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, Bringing the murderous coward to the stake; | To have the waste and spoil of his revenues. He that conceals him, death.

| I have this present evening from my sister Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent, | Been well inform'd of them; and with such cautions And found him pights to do it, with curst speech That if they come to sojourn at my house, I threaten'd to discover him: he replied, | I'll not be there. Thou un possessing bastard ! dost thou think, CORN. Nor I, assure thee, Regan.If I would stand against thee, would the reposal Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father Of any trust, virtue, or worth, in thee [deny, A child-like office. Make thy words faith'd ? No : what I should § EDM.

'Twas my duty, sir. (As this I would; ay,|| though thou didst produce Glo. He did bewray his practice; and receiv'd My very character) I'd turn it all

This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice : CORN. Is he pursu'd ? And thou must make a dullard of the world, Glo.

Ay, my good lord. It they not thought the profits of my death

CORN. If he be taken, he shall never more

(*) First folio, spirits. (1) First folio, O strange. (1) First folio, wher.

($) First folio, strangenesse. (1) First folio, tended.

1 *) Fint folio, the tkunder. (+) First folio, lalch'd. (1) First folio, And.

(6) First folio, should I. (1) First folio omits, ay. Bai when, &c.] "When" is very probably a misprint for rher, er heller

- pted-) Gasted, or ghasled, means affrighted, dismayed. # And found-despatch 1-) Warburton reads, "And found, deprid." as also does Mr. Collier's adnotator; but the old text is right Tags, in " Biurt, Master Constable," Act V. Sc. 1,

"There to find Fontinelle : found, to kill him." pigist to do it,-) Pight is Axed, settled.

e - curst specch--) Harsh, bitler speech.
f-character-) That is, hand-writing.
8 I never got him.-] The folio reads,--

"Would he deny his Letter, said he?"
h - the waste and spoil-) So the first quarto; the second reacs,
" -- these--and waste;" all the other ancient copies,“- ta'
expence and wast."

Da Board of doing harm : make your own purpose, | trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, Slow in my strength you please.—For you, in way of good service, and art nothing but the Palmund,

composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, Wine virtue and obedience doth this instant and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one wwwh ummend itself, you shall be ours;

whom I will beat into clamourous* whining, if make of such deep trust we shall much need; thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition. Yay we brat size on.

Osw. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, I shall serve you, sir, truly, thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee Wwwvor else.

nor knows thee! For him I thank your grace. KENT. What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to Cous, You know not why we came to visit deny thou knowest me! Is it two days ago, t since

night. I tripped up thy heels, and beat thee, before the Hwa, Ilus out of scason ; threading dark-eyed king ? Draw, you rogue : for, though it be night, Darwions, noble (iloster, of some poise, *

yeto the moon shines, I'll make a sop o’the moonWww we must have use of your advice :

shine of you : draw, you whoreson cullionly () fulluar he hath writ, so hath our sister,

barber-monger, draw. [Drawing his sword. if differences, which I best thought it fit

Osw. Away! I have nothing to do with thee. To bewer from " our home; the several messengers KENT. Draw, you rascal! you come with letters from bence attend despatch. Our good old friend, | against the king; and take Vanity the puppet's Twy comforts to your bosom ; and bestow

part, against the royalty of her father: draw, you You needful counsel to our business, t

rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks !_draw, Wheh craves the instant use.

you rascal! come your ways.

I serve you, madam : Osw. Help, ho! murder! help! Yowraces are right welcome.


KENT. Strike, you slave! stand, rogue, stand ! you neat a slave, strike!

[Beating him.

Osw. Help, ho! murder! murder ! A N G II. Before (iloucester's Castle.

Enter EDMUND. Autor kont and Oswald, srurally, ww, Constawning to them, friend; art of this

Edm. How now? what's the matter? Part.

KENT. With you, goodman boy, an $ you please;

come, I'll flesh you; come on, young master. INI Ay lipw. Where may we not our horses

Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and law. I thou, if thou love me, tell me.


Glo. Weapons! arms! what's the matter here? Ilaw. Wlay, then, I can not for thors.

Corx. Keep peace, upon your lives! ANI II I had thee in limbury pinfull, I He dies, that strikes again! what is the matter ? woulil mahu the main for me

Rre. The messengers from our sister and the Waw. Why that thou tine me thus! I know thee

Conx. What is your difference? speak. hans. Hollow, I know then

(Aw, I am sane in breath, my lord. Daw. What at thou know me for

Kaxr. Se marrel, you have so bestirred your Hon. Amo # lan water of louden valeur. Vou comanily rascal, nature disclaims in brata, #wan, pwml, ahallow, boggarks, there ther; a tailor made this putin, huwde poum," til omford foching Coax. The art a strange fellow: a tailor make

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painter, could not have made him so ill, though | Than twenty silly ducking Observants, they had been but two hours at the trade. * That stretch their duties nicely.

CORN. Speak yet, how grow your quarrel ? KENT. Sir, in good sooth, * in sincere verity, Osw. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have Under the allowance of your grand t aspect, spar'd,

Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire At suit of his grey beard,

On flickering Phæbus' front, KENT. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary CORN.

What mean’st by this ? letter !—My lord, if you will give me leave, I will KENT. To go out of my dialect, which you tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub discommend so much. I know, sir, I am no the wall of a jakes with him.-Spare my grey flatterer: he that beguiled you in a plain accent, beard, you wagtail ?

was a plain knave ; which, for my part, I will not CORN. Peace, sirrah !

be, though I should win your displeasure to entreat You beastly knave, know you no reverence ? me to 't.

Kent. Yes, sir, but anger hath a privilege. CORN. What was the offence you gave him ? CORN. Why art thou angry?


I never gave him any : Kent. That such a slave as this should wear a It pleas'd the king his master very late, sword,

these, To strike at me, upon his misconstruction; Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as | When he, conjunct, and flattering his displeasure, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords a-twain

Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd, Which are too intrinse t’unloose : smooth every And put upon him such a deal of man, passion

That worthied him, got praises of the king That in the natures of their lords rebels ;

For him attempting who was self-subdu'd ; Bringt oil to fire, snow to the colder moods ; And, in the fleshment of this dread || exploit, Renege, I affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks Drew on me here again. With every gale $ and vary of their masters,

Kent. None of these rogues and cowards, Knowing nought, like dogs, but following,

But Ajax is their fool. A plague upon your epileptic visage !


Fetch forth the stocks, ho ! Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool ?

You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend bragGoose, if I had you upon Sarum plain,

gart, I'd drive ye cackling home to Camelot.(1)

We'll teach youCorn. What, art thou mad, old fellow ?


Sir, I am too old to learn : Glo. How fell you out ? say that.

Call not your stocks for me : I serve the king; KENT. No contraries hold more antipathy, On whose employment I was sent to you: Than I and such a knave.

You shall do small respect, show too bold malice CORN. Why dost thou call him knave? What's Against the grace and person of my master, his offence? ||

Stocking his messenger. KENT. His countenance likes me not.


Fetch forth the stocks !CORN. No more, perchance, does mine, nor his, As I have life and honour, there shall he sit till nor hers.


[night too. KENT. Sir, 't is my occupation to be plain ; Reg. Till noon! till night, my lord ; and all I have seen better faces in my time,

KENT. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, Than stands on any shoulder that I see

You should not use me so. Before me at this instant.


Sir, being his knave, I will. CORN.

This is some fellow, | Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same colour Who, having been prais’d for bluntness, doth affect | Our sister speaks of.—Come, bring away the stocks. A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb

[Stocks brought in. Quite from his nature: he cannot flatter, he

Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so: An honest-mind and plain,-he must speak truth! His fault is much, and the good king his master An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain. [ness Will check him for't: your purpos'd low correction These kind of knaves I know, which in this plain Is such, as basest and contemned’st ** wretches, Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends, For pilferings and most common trespasses

( First folio, two yeares oth' trade. +) First folio, Being. (1) First folio, Revenge.

$) First folio, gall. (D) First folio, What is his fault ? & Spare my grey beard, you wagtail?) An acute stroke of nature: Kent in his rage forgets it was his life, not his beard, which the fellow pretended to have spared.

Quite from his nature: His is here used for the impersonal

(*) First folio, faith,

(1) First folio, great. it) First folio, flicking.

(8) First folio, compact. (1) First folio, dead.

(9) First folio, respects. (**) old text, temnest, corrected by Capell. c His fault is much,-) This speech is abridged in the folio, which reads,

Let me beseech your Grace, not to do so,


Are punish'd with : the king must take it ill,
That he's so slightly valu'd in his messenger,
Should have him thus restrain'd.

I'll answer that.
Reg. My sister may receive it much more worse,
To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted,
For following her affairs.—Put in his legs._a

[KENT is put in the stocks. Come, my good* lord; away.

[Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER and KENT. Glo. I am sorry for thee, friend ; 'tis the duke's

pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb'd nor stopp’d: I'll entreat for thee. KENT. Pray do not, sir : I have watch'd and

travell’d hard ; Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle.

A good man's fortune may grow out at heels :
Give you good morrow!
Glo. [Aside.] The duke's to blame in this;
t will be ill taken.

[Exit. Kent. Good king, that must approve the com

mon saw, Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st To the warm sun ! Approach, thou beacon to this under globe, That by thy comfortable beams I may Peruse this letter !-Nothing almost sees miracles, But misery ;-I know 't is from Cordelia ; Who hath most fortunately been inform'd Of my obscured course, and she'll find time From this enormous state-seeking, to give Losses their remedies. — All weary and o'er


(*) First folio omits, good. a For following her affairs,-Putin his legs.-) Aline not found in the folio.

Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st

To the warm sun!] This "common saw" we meet with in Heywood's “Dialogues on Proverbs,"

“In your running from him to me, ye runne

Out of God's blessing into the warme sunne." It is found also in Howell's collection of English Proverbs in his Dictionary, 1660, and there explained, “He goes out of God's blessing to the warm sun, viz. from good to worse." The application, we must suppose, is to Lear's quitting one daughter only to meet more inhospitable treatment from another.

I know 'tis from Cordelia;
Who hath most fortunately been inform'd
of my obscured course, and she'll find time
From this enormous state-seeking, to give

Losses their remedies.] Some editors have gone so far as to degrade this passage altogether from the text: Steevens and others conjecture it to be made up from fragments of Cordelia's letter. We agree with Malone that it forms no part of that letter, but are opposed to his notion that "two half lines have been lost between the words state and seeking." The slight change of "she'll" for shall,-the ordinary reading being, "--and shall find time," &c.-appears to remove much of the difficulty; that occasioned by the corrupt words, "enormous state-seeking,"will some day probably find an equally facile remedy.

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