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Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;
Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind,
For which thou whip’st her. The usurer hangs the co-

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks :
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em :
Take that of me, my friend, who have the power
To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes;
And, like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou dost not.—Now, now, now, now:
Pull off my boots :-harder, harder; so.

Edg. O, matter and impertinency mix'd ! Reason in madness!

Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. I know thee well enough ; thy name is Gloster : Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry :- I will preach to thee; mark me. · Glo. Alack, alack the day!

Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools ;- This a good block ?-It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe A troop of horse with felt: I'll put it in proof; And, when I have stolen upon these sons-in-law, Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants. Gent. O, here he is; lay hand upon him.-Sir, Your most dear daughter

Lear. No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
The natural fool of fortune.-Use me well;
You shall have ransome. Let me have a surgeon;
I am cut to the brains.
Gent. You shall have any thing.

Lear. No seconds ? All myself?
Why, this would make a man, a man of salt,
To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Ay, and for laying autumn's dust.
Gent. Good sir,-

Lear. I will die bravely, like a bridegroom: What?
I will be jovial; come, come; I am a king,
My masters, know you that?

Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.

Lear. Then there's life in it. Nay, an you get it, you shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa.

[Exit, running; Attendants follow.
Gent. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch;
Past speaking of in a king !—Thou hast one daughter,
Who redeems nature from the general curse
Which twain have brought her to.

Edg. Hail, gentle sir.
Gent. Sir, speed you: What's your will ?
Edg. Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward ?

Gent. Most sure, and vulgar: every one hears that, Which can distinguish sound.

Edg. But, by your favour, How near's the other army?

Gent. Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry Stands on the hourly thought.

Edg. I thank you, sir : that's all.

Gent. Though that the queen on special cause is here, Her army is mov'd on. Edg. I thank you, sir.

[Exit Gent..
Glo. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please!

Edg. Well pray you, father.
Glo. Now, good sir, what are you?

Edg. A most poor man, made tame by fortune's blows;
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand,
I'll lead you to some biding.

Glo. Hearty thanks :
The bounty and the benizon of heaven
To boot, and boot !

Enter Steward.
Stew. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!
That eyeless head of thine was first fram’d flesh
To raise my fortunes.- Thou old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember:—The sword is out,
That must destroy thee.

Glo. Now let thy friendly hand
Put strength enough to it.

[EDGAR opposes.
Stew. Wherefore, bold peasant,
Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence;
Lest that the infection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.

Edg. Ch’ill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion.
Stew. Let go, slave, or thou, diest.

Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volk pass. And ch'ud ha' been zwagger'd 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 or 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 foins.

[They fight; and Edgar knocks him down. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me:-Villain, take my

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.
Glo. 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:-
Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not:
To know our enemies' minds, we'd rip their hearts;
Their papers, is more lawful.

[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 gaol; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour.

Your wife, (so I would say,) and your
affectionate servant,



O undistinguish'd space of woman's will ! -
A plot upon her virtuous husband's life;
And the exchange, my brother!-Here, in the sands,
Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified
Of murderous lechers : and, in the mature time,
With this ungracious paper strike the sight
Of the death-practis'd duke: For him 'tis well,
That of thy death and business I can tell.

[Erit EDGAR, dragging out the Body.
Glo. The king is mad: How stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows ! Better I were distract:
So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs;
And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose
The knowledge of themselves.

Re-enter EDGAR.
Edg. Give me your hand:
Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum.
Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend.


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