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The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air,
my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Set me where you
stand. Edg. Give me your hand: you are now within a
Edg. Now fare you well, good sir. (seems to go. Glos.
With all my heart. Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair, Is done to cure it. Glos.
O, you mighty gods !
Let go my
" A plant gathered for pickling. 3 Tumble.
? Her cock-boat.
This world I do renounce; and, in your sights,
[he leaps, and falls along. Edg.
Gone, sir? farewell. And yet I know not how conceit may
rob The treasury of life, when life itself Yields to the theft.1 Had he been where he
Away, and let me die.
feathers, air, So many fathom down precipitating, Thou hadst shiver'd like an egg : but thou dost
breathe; Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art Thy life 's a miracle : speak yet again.
sound. Ten masts at each make not the altitude, Which thou hast perpendicularly fell.
1 i. e. when life is willing to be destroyed.
Thus might be die in reality.
Glos. But have I fallen, or no?
Glos. Alack, I have no eyes. Is wretchedness deprived that benefit, To end itself by death ? 'Twas yet some comfort, When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage, And frustrate his proud will. Edg.
Give me your arm : Up:-30 ;-how is 't? Feel you your legs? You
stand. Glos. Too well, too well. Edg.
This is above all strangeness. Upon the crown o'the cliff, what thing was that Which parted from you
A poor unfortunate beggar. Edg. As I stood here below, methought, his eyes Were two full moons: he had a thousand noses, Horns whelk’d,1 and waved like the enridged sea. It was some fiend : therefore, thou happy father, Think that the clearest ? gods, who make them
honors Of men's impossibilities, have preserved thee.
Glos. I do remember now: henceforth I 'll bear Affliction, till it do cry out itself,
* Enough, enough, and, die.' That thing you
speak of, I took it for a man ; often 'twould say, • The fiend, the fiend :' he led me to that place. Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts.—But who
Enter LEAR, fantastically dressed up with flowers. The safer sense will ne'er accommodate His master thus.
Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining; I am the king himself.
Edg. O thou side-piercing sight!
Lear. Nature's above art in that respect.There's your press-money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper: 1 draw me a clothier's yard.2 Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace; this piece of toasted cheese will do 't. — There's my gauntlet; I'll prove it on a giant.—Bring up the brown bills. 3—0, well flown, bird !-i' the clout,4 i' the clout: hewgh! Give the word.
Edg. Sweet marjoram.
Lear. Ha! Goneril !—with a white beard !-They flattered me like a dog; and told me, I had
1 A scarecrow.
An arrow of a yard in length. 3 Battle-axes. • The clout is the white mark at which archers aim.
white hairs in my beard ere the black ones were there. To say Ay, and No, to every thing I said ! Ay and No too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to; they are not men o' their words: they told me I was every thing ; 'tis a lie; I am not ague-proof. Glos. The trick 1 of that voice I do well re
member : Is 't not the king ? Lear.
Ay, every inch a king :