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Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;
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
Lear. No seconds ? All myself?
Lear. I will die bravely, like a bridegroom: What?
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.
Edg. Hail, gentle sir.
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.
Edg. Well pray you, father.
Edg. A most poor man, made tame by fortune's blows;
Glo. Hearty thanks :
Glo. Now let thy friendly hand
Edg. Ch’ill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion.
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
Edg. I know thee well: A serviceable villain;
Edg. Sit you down, father; rest you.
[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
O undistinguish'd space of woman's will ! -
[Erit EDGAR, dragging out the Body.