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Excellent sybil! O my glowing blood !
I am already sick of expectatation,
And pant for the possession.Here Gloster comes,
With business on his brow; be hush'd, my joys,

Enter GLOSTER. Glost. I come to seek thee, Edmund, to impart a business of importance. I know thy loyal heart is touched to see the cruelty of these ungrateful daughters against our royal master.

Edm. Most savage and unnatural!

Glost. This change in the state sits uneasy. The commons repine aloud at their female tyrants; already they cry out for the re-instalment of their good old king, whose injuries, I fear, will inflame them into mutiny.

Edm, 'Tis to be hop'd, not fear'd.

Glost. Thou hast it, boy; tis to be hop'd indeed. On me they cast their eyes, and hourly court me To lead them on; and, whilst this head is mine, I'm theirs. A little covert craft, my boy, And then for open action; 'twill be employment Worthy such honest daring souls as thine. Thou, Edmund, art my trusty emissary. Haste on the spur, at the first break of day, With these dispatches to the duke of Cambray.

[Gives him Letters. You know what mortal feuds have always flam'd Between this Duke of Cornwall's family, and his ; Full twenty thousand mountaineers Th' inveterate prince will send to our assistance. Despatch; commend us to his

grace,

and prosper.

[Exit GLOSTER. Edm. Yes, credulous old man, I will commend you to his grace, His grace the Duke of Cornwall instantly, I'll show him these contents in thy own character, And seal'd with thy own signet; then forthwith

The cholric duke gives sentence on thy life ;
And to my hand thy vast revenues fall,
To glut my pleasures, that till now have starv'd.

(Retires. GLOSTER returns, followed by CORDELIA and ARAN.

THE, poorly dressed ;-EDMUND observing at a distance. Cord. Turn, Gloster, turn; by all the sacred

pow'rs, I do conjure you give my griefs a hearing: [Kneels. You must, you shall, nay, I am sure you will; For you were always styl’d the just and good. Glost. What wouldst thou, princess ? Rise, and

speak thy griefs. Cord. Nay, you shall promise to redress them too, Or here I'll kneel for ever. I entreat Thy succour for a father, and a king, An injur'd father, and an injur'd king. Edm. O charming sorrow! How her tears adorn

her ! Glost. Consider, princess,

[Raises her. For whom thou begg'st, 'tis for the king that wrong’d

thee. Cord. O name not that; he did not, could not,

wrong me. Nay, muse not, Gloster; for it is too likely This injur'a king ere this is past your aid, And gone distracted with his savage wrongs. Edm. I'll gaze no more ; -and yet my eyes are

charm'd. Cord. Or, what if it be worse ? -Can there be

worse? Ah, 'tis too probable, this furious night Has pierc'd his tender body; the bleak winds And cold rain chill’d, or lightning struck, him dead ; If it be so, your promise is discharg’d, And I have only one poor boon to beg;

That you'd convey me to his breathless trunk,
With my torn robes to wrap his hoary head,
With my torn hair to bind his hands and feet,
Then with a show'r of tears
To wash his clay-smear'd cheeks, and die beside him.

Glost. Oh, fair Cordelia, thou hast.piety
Enough tatone for both thy sisters' crimes;
I have already plotted to restore
My injur'd master, and thy virtue tells me
We shall succeed, and suddenly. [Exit GLOSTER.

Cord. Despatch, Aranthe;
For in this disguise, we'll instantly
Go seek the king, and bring him some relief.

Aran. How, madam! are you ignorant
That

your most impious sisters have decreed Immediate death for any that relieve him?

Cord. I cannot dread the furies in this case.

Aran. In such a night as thiş ! Consider, madam,
For many miles about there's scarce a bush
To shelter in.

Cord. Therefore no shelter for the king,
And more our charity to find him out.
What have not women dar'd for vicious love!
And we'll be shining proofs that they can dare
For piety as much.

[Thunder.
Blow winds, and lightnings fall;
Bold in my virgin innocence I'll fly,
My royal father to relieve, or die.

[Exeunt CORDELIA and ArANTHE. Edm. In this disguise, we'll instantly Go seek the king! -Ha ! ha! a lucky change : That virtue, which I fear'd would be my hind'rance, Has prov'd the bawd to my design. I'll bribe two ruffians shall at distance follow, And seize them in some desert place; and there Whilst one retains her, t'other shall return T'inform me where she's lodg’d: I'll be disguis’d too, Whilst they are poaching for me, I'll to the duke

With these dispatches: then to the field,
Where, like the vigʻrous Jove, I will enjoy
This Semele in a storm ; 'twill deaf her cries,
Like drums in battle, lest her groans should pierce
My pitying ear, and make the am'rous fight less fierce.

[Exit.

SCENE III.

Another Part of the Heath.-Rain Thunder-Light

ning.

Enter KING LEAR and Kent. Kent. Here is the place, my lord ; good, my lord,

enter:
The tyranny of this open night's too rough
For nature to endure.

Lear. Let me alone.
Kent. Good my lord, enter.
Lear. Wilt break

my

heart? Kent. I'd rather break mine own. Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious

storm
Invades us to the skin; so 'tis to thee;
But where the greater malady is fix’d,
The lesser is scarce felt: The tempest in my mind
Does from my senses take all feeling else,
Save what beats there, Filial ingratitude!
Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand
For lifting food to't:

-But I'll punish home!
No, I will weep no more. (Rain-Thunder-Lightning.
In such a night

To shut me out! -Pour on, I will endure-
In such a night as this ! O Regan, Goneril!
Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all--
Oh, that way madness lies ! let me shun that;
No more of that.

Kent. See, my lord, here's the entrance.

Lear. Well, I'll goin,
And pass it all : I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.

[Thunder.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That’bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides
Sustain this shock? your raggedness defend you
From seasons such as these? Oh, I have ta’en.
Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou may'st cast the superflux to them,
And show the heav'ns more just !
Edg. [In the Hovel.] Five fathom and a half.-

Poor Tom ! Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i'th'

straw? Come forth.

Enter EDGAR, disguised. Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me—Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind“Mum,go to thy bed and warm thee--Ha! what do I see? By all my griefs, the poor old king bare-headed, And drench'd in this foul storm! Professing syrens, Are all your protestations come to this?

Lear. Tell me, fellow, didst thou give all to thy two daughters?

Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom, whom the foul fiend has led through fire and through flame, through bushes and bogs ? that has laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew; that has made him proud of heart to ride on a bay trotting horse over

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