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Edg. Chi'll not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion.
Stew. Let go, slave, or thou diest.
And ch'ud ha' been zwaggered out of my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as ʼtis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man; keep out, che vor'ye, or ise try whether your costard 1 my bat be the harder : ch’ill be plain with you.
Stew. Out, dunghill !
Edg. Ch’ill pick your teeth, zir. Come; no matter vor your
[they fight ; and Edgar knocks him down. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me.–Villain, take
my purse. If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body; And give the letters, which thou find’st about me, To Edmund earl of Gloster; seek him out Upon the British party :-0, untimely death!
[dies. Edg. I know thee well : a serviceable villain ; As duteous to the vices of thy mistress, As badness would desire. Glos.
What, is he dead? Edg. Sit you down, father; rest you.Let 's see his pockets : these letters, that he speaks
of, May be my friends.-He's dead; I am only sorry
He had no other death's-man.-Let us see.-
[reads.] Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You have many opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror : then am I the prisoner, and his bed my jail; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labor.
Your wife, (so I would say) and your affectionate servant,
O undistinguish'd space of woman's will !
[Exit Edgar, dragging out the body. Glos. The king is mad. How stiff is my vile
1 I will cover thee.
That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling
Give me your hand :
A tent in the French camp. LEAR on a bed, asleep;
PHYSICIAN, GENTLEMAN, and others attending. Enter CORDELIA and KENT.
Cor. O thou good Kent, how shall I live, and
work, To match thy goodness ? My life will be too short, And every measure fail me.
Kent. To be acknowleged, madam, is o'erpaid.
Be better suited : 1
Pardon me, dear madam;
2 For memorials.
Yet to be known, shortens my made intent:
[to the Physician. Phy. Madam, sleeps still.
Cor. O you kind gods,
So please your majesty, That we may wake the king ? he hath slept long.
Cor. Be govern'd by your knowlege, and proceed l' the sway of your own will. Is he array’d?
Gen. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep, We put fresh garments on him.
Phy. Be by, good madam, when we do awake
I doubt not of his temperance.
Kind and dear princess ! Cor. Had you not been their father, these white
flakes Had challenged pity of them. Was this a face To be exposed against the warring winds ?
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder,
Phy. Madam, do you; 'tis fittest.
How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the
Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know: when did you
die? Cor. Still, still, far wide! Phy. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been? Where am I?-Fair
daylight? I am mightily abused : I should even die with pity, To see another thus.--I know not what to say.-
i ln allusion to the forlorn hope of an army, called in French erfans perdus.
2 Thin covering of hair,