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Cor. Had you not been their father, these white | Remembers not these garments; nor I know not flakes

Where I did lodge last night: Do not laugh at me; Had challenged pity of them. Was this a face For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be exposed against the warring winds ? To be my child Cordelia. To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?

And so I am, I am. In the most terrible and nimble stroke

Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith. I pray, weep Of quick, cross-lightning? to watch (poor perdu!) | If you have poison for me, I will drink it."not: With this thin helm : Mine enemy's dog, I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: Against my fire; And wast thou fain, poor father, | You have some cause, they have not. To bovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, Cor.

No cause, no cause. In short and musty straw? Alack, alack !

Lear. Am I in France ? 'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once


In your own kingdom, sir. Had not concluded all.-He wakes ; speak to him. Lear. Do not abuse me.' Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest.

Phys. Be comforted, good madam: the great rage, Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your You see, is cured in him: and yet it is danger majesty ?

To make him even o'er* the time he has lost. Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the Desire him to go in; trouble him no more,

Till farther settling. Thou art à soul in bliss ; but I am bound

Cor. Will't please your highness walk ? Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears


You must bear with me: Do scald like molten lead.

| Pray, now, forget and forgive: I am old and foolish. Cor. Sir, do you know me!

[Exeunt LEAR, ČORDELIA, Physician, and Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die? |

Cor. Still, still, far wide !

Gent. Holds it true, sir,
Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. That the Duke of Cornwall was so slain ?
Lear. Wbere bave I been ? Where am I?-Fair Kent.

Most certain, sir. daylight:

Gent. Who is conductor of his people ? I am migbtily abused.- I should even die with pity, Kent. They say Edmund, the younger son of To see another thus.—I know not what to say.

Gloster. I will not swear, these are my hands :- let's see; Gent.

They say, Edgar, I feel this pin prick. 'Would I were assured His banish'd son, is with the earl of Kent Of my condition.

In Germany. 0, look upon me, sir,


Report is changeable. And hold your hands in benediction o'er me: Tis time to look about; the powers o'the kingdom No, sir, you must not kneel.

Approach apace. Lear

Pray, do not mock me : Gent. The arbitrement is like to be a bloody. I am a very foolish, fond old man,

Fare you well, sir.

[Exit. Fourscore and upward; and, to deal plainly, Kent. My point and period will be thoroughly I fear, I am not in my perfect mind.

wrought, Methinks, I should know you, and know this man; Or well, or ill, as this day's battle's fought.[Exeunt. Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant

* To reconcile it to his apprehension, What place this is; and all the skill I have



ACT V. SCENE.-A field between the two Camps. Their going hence, even as their coming hither :

ome on. Alarum within. Enter with drum and colours, Ripeness i


And that's true too. (Exeunt. LEAR, CORDELIA, and their forces; and exeunt. Enter Edgar and GLOSTER.

SCENE.— The British Camp near Dover. Eda. Here. father, take the shadow of this tree. | Enter in conquest, with drum and colours, EDMUND: For your good host; pray that the right may thrive:

Lear, and CORDELIA, as prisoners; Officers, If ever I return to you again,

Soldiers, &c. I'll bring you comfort.

Edm. Some officers take them away; good guard; Glo.

Grace go with you, sir? Until their greater pleasures first be known,
[Exit EDGAR. That are to censure them.
- Cor.

We are not the first,
Alarums ; afterwards a Retreat. Re-enter EDCAR.

Who, with best meaning have incurr'd the worst. Edg. Away, old man, give me thy hand, away ;) For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down ; King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en : | Myselfcould else out-frown false fortune's frown,Give me thy hand, come on.

| Shall we not see these daughters, and these sisters? Glo. No farther, sir; a man may rot even here. Lear. No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison ; Edg. What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage : endure

| When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,

And ask of 'thee forgiveness : So we'll live, That, if my speech offend a noble heart,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh Thy arm may do thee justice ; here is mine,
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours,
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,– My oath, and my profession. I protest.
Who loses, and who wins : who's in, who's out;- Maugre thy strength*, youth, place, and eminence,
And take upon us the mystery of things, Despite thy victor sword, and fire new fortune,
As if we were God's spies: And we'll wear out, | Thy valour, and thy heart, thou art a traitor :
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father;
That ebb and flow by the moon.

Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince; Elm,

Take them away. And, from the extremest upward of thy head, Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, To the descent and dust beneath thy feet, The gods themselves throw incense. Have I A must toad-spotted traitor. Say thou No. caught thee

This sword, this arm, and my best spirits, are bent He that parts us, shall bring a brand from Heaven, To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak, And fire us hence, like foxes. Wipe thine eyes; Thou liest. The goujeers shall devour them, flesh and feil,7 Edm. In wisdom, I should ask thy name ; Ere they shall make us weep : we'll see them But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike, starve first.

And that thy tongue, somesay, of breeding breathes, Come. [Exeunt Lear and CORDELIA, guarded. What safe and nicely I might well delay, Edm. Come hither, captain ; hark.

By rule of knighthood I disdain and spurn. Take thou this note ; [giving a paper,] go, follow Back do I toss these treasons to thy head; them to prison :

With the hell-hated lie o’erwhelm thy heart; One step I have advanced thee; if thou dost Which, (forthey yet glance by, and scarcely bruise,) As this instructs thee, thou dost make thy way This sword of mine shall give them instant way, To noble fortunes. Know thou this,—that men Where they shall rest for ever.--Trumpets, speak, Are as the time is; to be tender minded

[Alurums. They fight. EDMUND falls. Does not become a sword. -Thy great employment Alb. O save him, save him! Will not bear question ; either say, thou’lt do it, Gon.

This is mere practice, Gloster; Or thrive by other means.

By the law of arms, thou wast not bound to answer Off. I'll do’t, my lord

| An unknown opposite ; thou art not vanquish'd, Edm. About it, and write happy when thou hast But cozen’d and beguiled. done it.


Shut your mouth, dame, Mark-I say instantly, and carry it so as I have Or with this paper shall I stop it.-Hold, sir :set it down.

Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil:off. I will, my lord.

[Exeunt. No tearing, lady; I perceive, you know it.

[Gives the letter to EDMUND. SCENE.- Another part of the field. Gon. Say, if I do: the laws are mine, not thine :

Who shall arraign me for’t? Enter ALBANY, EDMUND, with forces, and heralds.


Most monstrous ! Edm. Come hither, herald,-Let the trumpet Knowest thou this paper ? sound,

Gon. Ask me not what I know. [Exit. And read out this.

Alb. Go after her : she's desperate ; govern her. Off. Sound, trumpet. [A trumpet sounds.

[To an Officer, who goes out. Herald reads.

Edm. What you have charged me with, that If any man of quality, or degree, within the

have I done; lists of the army, will maintain upon Edmund, And more, much more; the time will bring it out; supposed earl of Gloster, that he is a manifola 'Tis past, and so am I. But what art thou, traitor, lel him appear at the third sound of the That hast this fortune on me? If thou art noble, trumpet. He is bold in his defence.

I do forgive thee. Edm. Sound.

[1 Trumpet. Edg. Let's exchange charity. Her. Again.

2 Trumpet. I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund; Her. Again.

13 Trumpet. If more, the more thou hast wrong'd me. [Trumpet answers within. My name is Edgar, and thy father's son.

Alb. Methought thy very gait did prophesy Enter EDGAR, armed, preceded by a Trumpet. A royal nobleness : I must embrace thee;

Alb. Ask him his purposes, why he appear3 Lest sorrow split my heart, if ever I Upon this call o' the trumpet.

| Did hate thee, or thy father !
What are you?

Edy. Worthy prince,
Your name, your quality ? and why you answer |I know it well.
This present summons ?

Alb. Where have you hid yourself?

Know, my name is lost; How have you known the miseries of your father ? By treason's tooth bare gnawn, and canker bit:7 Edm. By nursing them, my lord. List a brief Yet I am noble, as the adversary I come to cope withal.

And when 'tis told, oh that my heart would break ! Alb. Which is that adversary ? The proclamation to escape that follow'd me, Edg. What's he that speaks for Edmund, earl Taught me to shift into a madman's rags; of Gloster ?

| Thus met I my father, with his bleeding eyesEdm. Himself :--what say'st thou to him ? Became his guide, led him, begg’d for him, Draw thy sword,

* In spite of.




And-saved him from despair.

Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha! Never (oh fault !) reveal’d myself to him, What is it thou say’st?-Her voice was ever soft, Until some half-hour past, when I was armed - Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman : Not sure, but hoping, of this good success, i I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee. I ask'd his blessing, and, from first to last,

Off. 'Tis true, my lords, he did. Told him my pilgrimage. But his flaw'd heart, Lear.

Did I not, fellow ? (Alack! too weak the conflict to support) I have seen the day, with my good biting faulchion

Twixt two extremes of passion, joy, and grief, I would have made them skip : I am old now, Burst smilingly.

And these same crosses spoil me.-Who are you? Edm. This speech of yours has mov'd me,

| Mine eyes are none o' the best :—I'll tell you And shall, perchance, do good.

straight. Enter a Gentleman, hastily, with a knife covered Kent. If fortune brag of two she loved and hated, with blood.

One of them we behold.

Lear. This is a dull sight; Are you not Kent? Gent. Help, help, oh, help!


The same; Edg. What means that reeking knife ?

Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius? Gent. It came even from the heart of Alb. Whc, man? speak !

Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; Gent. Your lady, sir, your lady ; and her sister,

lady. and her sister He'll strike, and quickly too :-He's dead and By her is poisoned--she confesses it.

rotten. Alb. Produce their bodies—be they alive or dead.

Kent. No, my good lord. I am the very man. This judgment of heaven, which makes us tremble,

Lear. I'll see that straight. Touches us not with pity. [Exit Gentleman.

Kent. That, from your first of difference and

decay, Enter KENT.

Have follow'd your sad steps. Kent, I'm come


You are welcome hither. To bid my king and master aye good-night. Kent. Nor no man else ; all's cheerless, dark, Alb. Great thing of us forgot. Speak, Edmund,

and deadly. Where's the king, and where's Cordelia ?

Your eldest daughters have fore-doom'd themselves, The bodies of Regan and Cordelia are brought in. And desperately are dead. Kent. Alack, why thus ?


Ay, so I think. Edm. Yet Edmund was beloved.

Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain it is, The one the other poisoned for my sake,

That we present us to him. And after slew herself.


Very bootless.
Alb. 'Tis even so-cover their faces.
Edm. I pant for life-some good I mean to do,

Enter an Officer.
Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send | Off. Edmund is dead, my lord.
Be brief in it-to the castle--for my writ


That's but a trifle here. Is on the life of Lear and of Cordelia ?

You lords, and noble friends, know our intent. Edg. Who has the office ? Send the token of What comfort to this great decay may come, reprieve.

Shall be applied : For us, we will resign, * Edm. Well thought on; take my sword. During the life of this old majesty, Give it the captain.

To him our absolute power :-You to your rights, Alb. Haste thee for thy life. [Exit EDGAR.

[To EDGAR and KENT. [Edmund is burne oft, dying. With boot, and such addition as your honours Enter LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arms :

Have more than merited. All friends shall taste EDGAR, Officer, and others.

The wages of their virtue, and all foes

The cup of their deservings.- see, see ! Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl !—0, you are

Lear. And my poor fool * is hang'd! No, no, men of stones;

no life: Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, That heaven's vault should crack :-0, she is gone And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come for ever!

no more, I know, when one is dead, and when one lives ; Never, never, never, never, never ! She's dead as earth :-Lend me a looking-glass; Pray vou, undo this button : Thank you, sir.If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,

Do you see this ? Look on her,-look,-her lips.Why, then she lives.

Look there, look there!

[He dies. Kent. Is this the promised end ?


He faints !--my lord, my lord, Edg. Or image of that horror

Kent. Break, heart ; I pr’ythee break!

Fall and cease

Look up, my lord. Lear. This feather stirs ; she lives ! if it be so

Kent. Vex not his ghost: 0 let him pass! he It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows

hates him, That ever I have felt.

That would upon the rack of this tough world Kent. O my good master!" [Kneeling. Stretch him out longer. Lear. Pr’ythee, away.


O, he is gone indeed. Edg.

'Tis noble Kent, your friend. Kent. The wonder is, he hath endured so long : Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! He but usurp'd his life. I might have saved her; now she's gone for ever!

* Poor fool was a term of familiar endearment.

Alb. Bear them from hence. - Our present | My master calls, and I must not say, no. business

Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey; Is general woe. Friends of my soul, you twain Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

[To KENT and EDGAR. The oldest hath borne most; we, that are young, Rule in this realm, and the gored state sustain. Shall never see so much, nor live so long. Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go ;

[Exeunt with a dead march.



Capulet, the head of the house of Capulets.
Romeo, son to Montague.
Paris, a young Nobleman.
Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet.
BENVOLIO, } friends of Romeo.

FRIAR LAURENCE, a Franciscan monk.
LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.
JULIET, her daughter.

Nurse to Juliet, attendants, fc.

SCENE.- A Room in Capulet's House at Verona.

Enter a Servant.
Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse.

Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her served up, you called, my young lady asked for, forth to me.

the nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in Nurse. What, lamb! what, ladybird !

extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, Where's this girl ?—what, Juliet!

follow straight.

La. Cap. We follow thee.--Juliet, the county
Enter Juliet.

Jul. How now, who calls ?
Your mother.

SCENE.- A Street in Verona.

Madam, I am here. What is your will ?

" Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, Benvolio, with five or La Can. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave six Maskers, Torch · Bearers, and others. awhile,

Rom. Give me a torcb,-I am not for this We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again;

ambling; I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. Being but heavy I will bear the light. Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo,we must have you dance. Tell me, daughter Juliet,

| Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes, How stands your disposition to be married ? With nimble soles ; I have a soul of lead,

Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now, in brief;-) Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. | And soar with them above a common bound.

Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, I Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft,
As all the world - Why, he's a man of wax. To soar with his light feathers; and to bound
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:

Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. Now we mean well in going to this mask,
La. Cap. What say you ? can you love the gen- But 'tis no wit to go.


Why, may one ask ?
This night you shall behold him at our feast : Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,


And so did I, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; Rom. Well, wbat was yours? Examine every several lineament,


That dreamers often lie. And see how one another lends content;

Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies,

true. Find written in the margin of his eyes.

Ner. 0, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?

*Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move : She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes But no more deep will I endart mine eye,

In shape no bigger than an agate-stone Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. On the forefinger of an alderman,




Drawn with a team of little atomies*

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:

For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs,

Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; | Fetch me my rapier, boy:- What? dares the slave Her traces of the smallest spider's web;

Come bither, cover'd with an antic face,
Her collars of the moonshine's watery beams; To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Her whip of cricket's bone; the lash of film : Now by the stock and honour of my kin,
Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat,

To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
Not half so big as a round little worm

1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman ? wherefore Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid :

storm you so ? Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,

Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe: Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,

A villain that is bither come in spite, Time out o' mind the fairies' coach-makers. To scorn at our solemnity this night. And in this state she gallops night by night

I Cap. Young Romeo is't! Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of Tyb.

'Tis he, that villain Romeo.

1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, On courtiers' knees, that dream on court’sies He bears him like a portly gentleman; straight:

And, to say truth, Verona brags of him,
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees : To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth ;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream. I would not for the wealth of all this town,
Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace,

Here in my house, do bim disparagement;
Thou talk'st of nothing.

Therefore be patient, take no note of him,

True, I talk of dreams, It is my will; the which if thou respect, Which are the children of an idle brain,

Show à fair presence, and put off these frowns, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ;

An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. Which is as thin of substance as the air ;

Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; And more inconstant than the wind who woos I'll not endure him. Even now the frozen bosom of the north,

1 Cap.

He shall be endur'd. And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,

Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

1 Cap.

Go to, go to. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from our Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler selves;

meeting, Supper is done, and we shall come too late. | Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.

Rom. I fear, too early; for my mind misgives I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. (Exit, Shall bitterly begin bis fearful date

Rom. If I profane with my unworthiest hand With this night's revels; and expire the term

[TO Juliet. Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast,

This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this, By some vile forfeit of untimely death:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand But He, that hath the steerage of my course,

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Direct my sail !-On, lusty gentlemen.

Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too Ben. Strike, drum.

[Exeunt. much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; SCENE.- A Hall in Capulet's House, For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch, Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Enter CAPULET, &-c., with the Guests, and the

Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Maskers.

Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day,


Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands That I have worn a visor; and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,


They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Such as would please ; 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone : 1

Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for You are welcome, gentlemen !--Come, musicians,

prayers' sake. play.

| Rom. Then move not, while my prayers' effect A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls.

I take. [Music plays, and they dance.

Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is urg'd. Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the hand

[Kissing her.

Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have Of yonder knight?

took. Serv. I know not, sir.

Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!! Her beauty bangs upon the cheek of night


Give me my sin again. As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;

Jul. ago You kiss by the book. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

with you. As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

Rom. What is her mother? The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,

Nurse. And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.

Marry, bachelor,

Her mother is the lady of the house, * Atoms.

And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous :

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