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Edm. Some officers take them away; good guard; Until their greater pleasures first be known, That are to censure them.

Cor. We are not the first, Who, with best meaning, have incurr'd the worst. For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down; Myself could else out-frown false fortune's frown.— Shall we not see these daughters, and these sisters?

Lear. No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i'the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At |. butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out;And take upon us the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: And we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and slow !. the moon.

Edin. Take them away.

Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia The gods themselves throw incense. Have scaught

thee?

He that parts us, shall bring a brand from heaven,
And fire us hence, like foxes. Wipe thine eyes;
The goujeers shall devour them, flesh and fell,
Ere they shall make us weep: we'll see them starve

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May equally determine.
B. Sir, I thought it fit

To send the old and miserable king
To some retention, and appointed guard;
Whose age has charms in it, whose title more,
To pluck the common bosom on his side,
A.P. our impress'd lances in our eyes
Which do command them. With him I sent the
queen;
My reason all the same; and they are ready
To-morrow, or at farther space, to appear
Where you shall hold your session. At this time,
We sweat, and bleed: the friend hath lost his friend;
And the best quarrels, in the heat, are curs'd
By those that feel their sharpness:–
F. question of Cordelia, and her father,
Requires a fitter place. -
o Sir, by your patience,
I hold you but a subject of this war,
Not as a brother.
Reg. That's as we list to grace him.
Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded,
Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers;
Bore the commission of my place and person;
The which immediacy may well stand up,
And call itself your brother.
Gon. Not so hot:
In his own grace he doth exalt himself,
More than in your advancement.
Reg. In my rights,
By me invested, he compeers the best. [you.
Gon. That were the most, if he should husband
Reg. Jesters do oft prove prophets.
ort. Holla, holla!
That eye, that told you so, look'd but a-squint.
Reg. Lady, I am not well; else I should answer
From a full-flowing stomach.-General,
Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony;
Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine:
Witness the world, that I create thee here
My lord and master.
on. Mean you to enjoy him?
Alb. The let-alone lies not in your good will.
Edm. Nor in thine, lord.
A lb. Half-blooded fellow, yes.
Reg. Let the drum strike, and prove my title
thine. (To Edmund.)
Alb. Stay yet; hear reason:—Edmund, I arrest
thee
On capital treason; and, in thy arrest,
This gilded serpent: (Pointing to Gon.)—for your
claim, fair sister,
I bar it in the interest of my wife:
"Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord,
And I, her husband, contradict your bans.
If you will marry, make your love to me,
My lady is bespoke.
Gon. An interlude '
Alb. Thou art arm’d, Gloster:—Let the trumpet
sound :
If none appear to prove upon thy person,
Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons,
There is my pledge: (Throwing down a glove.) I'll
prove it on thy heart, , . -
Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less
Than I have here proclaim'd thee. -
Sick, O, sick :

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Alb. Ask him his purposes, why he appears Upon this call o'the trumpet. er. What are you? Your name, your quality? and why you answer This present summons? Edg. Know, my name is lost; By treason's tooth bare-gnawn, and canker-bit: Yet am I noble, as the adversary I come to cope withal. - Which is that adversary? Edg. What's he, that speaks for Edmund earl of Gloster? Edm. Himself;-what say'st thou to him? Edg. Draw thy sword; That, if my speech offend a noble heart, Thy arm may do ...; here is mine. Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours, My oath, and my profession: I protest,Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence, Despite thy victor sword, and fire-new fortune, Thy valour, and thy heart, thou art a traitor: False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father; Conspirant gainst this high illustrious prince; And, from the extremest upward of thy head, To the descent and dust beneath thy feet, A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou, No, This sword, this arm, and my best spirits, are bent To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak, Thou liest. Edm. In wisdom, I should ask thy name; But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike, And that thy tongue some'say of breeding breathes, What safe and nicely I might well delay By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn: Back do I toss these treasons to thy head; With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart; Which, (for they yet glance by, and scarcely bruise,) This sword of mine shall give them instant way, Where they shall rest for ever.—Trumpets, speak. (Alarums. They fight. Edmund falls.) Alb. O save him, save him Gon. This is mere practice, Gloster: By the law of arms, thou wast not bound to answer An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd, But cozen’d and beguil’d. Alb. Shut your mouth, dame, Or with this paper shall I stop it:-Hold, sir:Thou worse ū. any name, read thine own evil:—

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No tearing, lady; I perceive, you know it.
Gives the letter to Edmund)
Gon. Say, if I do; the laws are mine, not thise:
Who shall arraign me for't!

Alb. Most monstrous! Know'st thou this paper? Gon. Ask me not what I know. [Eril.

Alb. Go after her: she's desperate; govern her. (To an Officer, who goes out.) Edm. Y. you have charg’d me with, that have one ; And more, much more; the time will bring it out; 'Tis past, and so am I : But what art thou, That hast this fortune on me? If thou art noble, I do forgive thee. Edg. Let's exchange charity. I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmuund; If more, the more thou hast wrong'd me. My name is Edgar, and thy father's son. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to scourge as: The dark and vicious place where thee he got, Cost him his eyes. Edm. Thou hast spoken right, 'tis true; The wheel is come full circle; I am here. Alb. Methought thy very gait did prophesy A royal nobleness * must embrace thee; Let sorrow split my heart, if ever I Did hate thee, or thy father' Edg. Worthy prince, I know it well. Alb. Where have you hid yourself? How have you known the miseries of your father' Edg. o nursing them, my lord. List a brief tale:– And, when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst'— The bloody proclamation to escape, That follow'd me so near, (O our lives’ sweetness! That with the pain of death we'd hourly die, Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift Iuto a madman's rags; to assume a semblance That very dogs disdain'd : and in this habit Met I my father with his bleeding rings, Their precious stones new lost; became his guide, Led him, begg'd for him, sav'd him from despair; Never (O fault!) reveal’d myself unto him, Until some half hour past, when I was arm’d, Not sure, though hoping, of this good success, I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last Told him my pilgrimage: But his flaw’d heart, (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!) Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Burst smilingly. frt. Hii. speech of yours hath mov’d me, And shall, perchance, do good: but speak you on, You look as you had something more to say. Alb. If there be more, more woful, hold it in; For I am almost ready to dissolve, Hearing of this. Edg. This would have seem'd a period To such as love not sorrow ; but another, To amplify too much, would make much more, And top extremity. Whilst I was big in clamour, came there a man, Who having seen me in my worst estate, Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding Who 'twas that so endur'd, with his strong arms He fasten’d on my neck, and bellow'd out As he'd burst heaven; threw him on my father; Told the most piteous tale of lear and him, That ever ear receiv'd : which in recountin His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life Began to crack: Twice then the trumpet sounded, And there I left him tranc'd. Alb. But who was this? Edg. Kent, sir, the banish’d Kent; who, in dis

unse followa? enemy king, and did him service Improper for a slave.

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Eda. Here comes Kent, sir. Alb. O ! it is he. The time will not allow the compliment, Which very manners urges. Kent. I am come To bid my i: and master aye good night; Is he not here - Great thing of us forgot!— Speak, Edmund, where's the king? and where's Cordelia?— See'st thou this object, Kent? The bodies of Goneril and Regan are brought in.) ent. Alack, why thus? Edm. Yet Edmund was belov'd : The one the other poison'd for my sake, And after slew herself. Alb. Even so.-Cover their faces. Edm. I pant for life:—Some good I mean to do, Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,Be brief in it, to the castle; for my writ Is on the life of Lear, and on Cordelia:— Nay, send in time. Alb. Run, run, O, run! Edg. To who, my lord?—Who has the office? send Thy token of reprieve. ... Well thought on; take my sword, Give it the captain. A lb. aste thee, for thy life. [Exit Edgar. Edm. He hath commission from thy wife and me To hang Cordelia in the prison, and To lay the blame upon her own despair, That she fordid herself. Alb. The gods defend her!, Bear him hence awhile. (Edmund is borne off.)

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Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. , Ha!
What is't thou say'st?—Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman:—
I kill'd the slave, that was a hanging thee.
Off. "Tis true, my lords, he †.
Lear. Did I not, fellow 1
I have seen the day, with my good biting faulchion
I would have made them skip: I am old now,
And these same crosses spoil me.—Who are you?
Mine eyes are none o'the best:-Illtellyou straight.
Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated,
One of them we behold.
Lear. This is a dull sight: Are you not Kent?
Kent. The same;
Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius?
Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that;
He'll strike, and quickly too:—He's dead and
rotten.
Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very man;–
Lear. I'll see that straight. [decay,
Kent. That, from your first of difference and
Have follow'd your sad steps.
ar". ou are welcome hither.
Kent. Nor no man else; all's cheerless, dark,
and deadly.— selves,
Your eldest daughters have fore-doom'd them-
And desperately are dead.
Lear. Ay, so I think.

Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain it is, That we present us to him. Edg. Very bootless.

Enter an Officer.

Off. Edmund is dead, my lord. Alb. o but a trifle here.— You lords, and noble friends, know our intent. What comfort to this great decay may come, Shall be applied: For us, we will resign, During the life of this old majesty, To him our absolute power:—You, to your rights; (To Edgar and Kent.) With boot, and such addition as your honours Have more than merited. All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deservings—0, see, see! Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd' No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!— Pray you, undo this button : Thank you, sir.— Do you see this? Look on her, look,+her lips, Look there, look there l— (He dies.) Edg. He faints!—My lord, my lord, Kent. Break, heart; I pr’ythee, break" Edg. Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost: O let him pass! he hates him, That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer. - O, he is gone, indeed. Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd so long : He but usurp'd his life. Alb. Bear them from hence.—Our present business Is general woe. Friends of % soul, you twain (To Kent and Edgar.) Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls, and I must not say, no. Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long. [Exeunt, with a dead march. Art W. Scene

PER SONS REPRESENTE D.

Escalus, Prince of Verona.
PARIs, a young Nobleman, Kinsman to the Prince.
Montagus, R Heads of two Houses, at variance with
CApulet, each other.
An old Man, Uncle to Capulet.
Romeo, Son to Montague.
MERCUtio, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend to
Romeo.
BeNvolio, Nephew to Montague, and Friend to
Romeo.
TYBALT, Nephew to Lady Capulet.
FRIAR LAURENCE, a Franciscan.
FRIAR John, of the same order.
BAlth AzAR, Servant to Romeo.

ão. } Servants to Capulet.

Scene,—During the greater Part of the Play,

PROLOGUE. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffick of our stage; To which, if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. ACT I. SCENE I.—A public Place. Enter SAMPson and GREGoRY, armed with swords and bucklers. Sam. Gregory, o'my word, we'll not carry coals. Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. Sam. I mean, au we be in choler, we'll draw. Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar. Sam. I strike quickly, .# moved. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves Ines

AR RAM, Serrant to Montague.

An Apothecary.

Three Musicians,

Chorus.

Boy.

Page to Paris.

PETER.

An Officer.

LADY Montagur, Wife to Montague.

LADY CApulet, Wife to Capulet.

Juliet, Daughter to Capulet.

Nurse to Juliet.

Citizens of Verona; several Men and Womes, relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchsea, and Attendants.

in Verona; once, in the Fifth Act, at Mantua.

Gre. To move, is—to stir; and to be valiant, is —to stand to it: therefore, if thou art mov’d, thes run'st away. Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. Gre. That shews thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall:—therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men. Sam. "Tis all one, I will shew myself a tyrant when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads. Gre. The heads of the maidst Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it. Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to o: and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of slesh. Gre. "Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been Poor John, Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues. Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR.

Sam My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee.

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Gre. How 2 turn thy back, and run? Sam. Fear me not. Gre. No, marry ; I fear thee! [begin. Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them Gre. I will frown, as I pass by ; and let them take it as they list. Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say—ay? Gre. No. . Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir. Gre. Do you quarrel, sir? Abr. Quarrel, sir? no, sir. Sam. If you do, sir, I ain for you; I serve as good a man as you. A br. No better. Sam. Well, sir.

Enter BENvolio, at a distance. Gre. Say—better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better, sir. Abr. You lie. Sam. Draw, if you be men.—Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. (They fight,) Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you do. (Beats down their swords.) Enter TY BALT. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Ben. I do but keep the peace ; put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tyb. What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward. (They fight.) Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs. 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans' strike' beat them down ' [tagues! Down with the Capulets! Down with the MonEnter CApulet, in his gown ; and Lady CApulet. lap. What noise is this?—Give me my long

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And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Enter Montague, and Lady Montacue. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet, Hold me not, let tne too. foe. La. Mon. *ion shalt not stir one foot to seek a Enter Prince, with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,Will they not hear?—What, ho! you men, you $..." That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple sountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mis-temper'd weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince.— Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, ave thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets; And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partizans, in hands as old, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall Fo the forfeit of the peace. For this time, als the rest depart away'.

You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our farther pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
[Exeunt Prince, and Attendants; Capulet,
Lady Capulet, Tybalt, Citizens, and
Servants. .
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel newabroach?—
Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting ere. I did approach:
I drew to part them ; in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepard;
Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn:
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more, .#. on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.
La. Mon. O, where is meo —saw you him
to-day?
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind i. me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore,
That westward rooteth from the city's side,-
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they are most alone,—
Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly sled from me.
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs .
But j. soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself;
Shuts up his windows, locks fair day-light out,
And *: himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Uuless good counsel may the cause remove.
Ben, My noble uncle, do you know the cause!
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him.
Have you impôrtun'd him by any means !
Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends':
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself—I will not say, how true—
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure as know.

Enter Romeo, at a distance.

Ben. See where he comes: So please you, step aside ; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift.—Come, madam, let's away. [Exeunt Montague and Lady. Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Rom. Is the day so young’ Ben. But new struck nine. Rom. Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast! Ben. It was:—What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours ? [them short. Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes Ben. In love 2 Rom. Out– Ben. Of love?

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