King Lear - William Shakespeare

The Tragedy of King Lear by William Shakespeare, Act one, seen one a room of state in King Lear's palace, Enter Kent, Gloucester and Edmund Kent.

I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall Gloucester.

It did always seem so to us. But now in the division of the kingdom it appears not which of the dukes he values most, For equalities are so weighed that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety.

Is not this your son, my lord?

His breathing, Sir, hath been at my charge. I have so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it.

I cannot conceive.

You, Sir, this young fellow's mother could. Whereupon she grew round wound, and had indeed, Sir a son for her cradle. Ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault?

I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.

But I have Sir a son by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account. Though this knave came something saucily into the world before he was sent for. Yet was his mother fair? There was good sport at his making, and the horse un must be acknowledged. Do you know this, noble gentleman Edmund? No, my Lord, my Lord of Kent, remember him hereafter as my honorable friend.

My services to your lordship.

I must love you, ensue to know you better.

Sir, I shall study deserving he hath been out nine years, and away he shall again. The king is coming.

Sound a senate enter, one bearing a coronet. Enter, King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril Reagan, Cordelia and attendants.

Lear attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.

I shall, my Liege Exeant Gloucester and Edmund.

Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. Give me the map there. Know that we have divided in three our kingdom, and tis our fast intent to shake all cares and business from our age, conferring them on younger strengths, while we, unburdened, crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall, and you are no less loving son of Albany. We have this hour a constant will to publish our daughter's several hours that

I love you more than words can wield, the matter dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty beyond what can be valued, rich or rare, no less than life with grace, health, beauty, honor, as much as child heir loved or father found a love that makes breath poor and speech unable beyond all manner of so much I love you, Cordelia.

What shall Cordelia speak love? And be silent.

Of all these bounds? Even from this line to this, with shadowy forests and with champaigns riched with plenteous rivers and wide skirted meads, we make thee lady to thine in an Albany's issue, be this perpetual? What says our second daughter, Ah dearest Reagan wife to Cornwall, speak.

Sir, I am made of the self same metal that my sister is, and bries me at her worth in my true art, I find she names me very deed of love. Only she comes to short that I profess myself an enemy to all other joys which the most precious square sense possesses, And find I am alone felicited in your dear Highness's.

Love, then, poor Cordelia, And yet not so, since I am sure my love's more richer than my tongue.

To thee and thine hereditary. Ever, remain this ample third of our fair kingdom no less in space, validity, and pleasure than that conferred on Goneril. Now our joy, although the last not least to whose young love the vines of France and milk of Burgundy strive to be interested. What can you say to draw a third more opulent than your sisters?

Speak nothing, my Lord, nothing, nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Speak again, unhappy that I am, I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty according to my bond, no more, no less.

How how Cordelia, mend your speech a little, lest you may mar your fortunes.

Good, my Lord, you have begot me, bred me, loved me. I return those duties back as a right fit obey you, love you, and most honor you. Why have my sister's husbands if they say they love you all? Haply? When I shall wed, that lord whose hand must take my plight, shall carry half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters to love my father.

All but goes thy heart with this.

Ay, good, my Lord.

So young and so untender, So.

Young, my lord and true, Let it be so.

Thy truth, then be thy dow For by the sacred radiance of the Sun, the mysteries of Acret and the Knight, by all the operation of the orbs, from whom we do exist and cease to be here, I disclaim all my paternal care, probinquity, and property of blood, and as a stranger to my heart and me, hold thee for them. This for ever the Barbara's Scythian, or he that makes his generation messes to Gorge's appetite, shall to my bosom be as well neighbor, pitied and relieved as thou my

You, Royal Leir, whom I have ever honored as my king, loved as my father, as my master, followed as my great patron, thought on in my prayers.

The bow is bent and drawn, Make from the shaft.

Let it fall, Rather though the fok convayed the region of my heart be kent un mannerly when leir is mad? What wouldst thou do? Old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak when power to flattery bows to plainness, honors bound, when majesty falls to folly, reverse thy state, and in thy best consideration, check this hideous rashness. Answer my life, my judgment, Thy youngest daughter does not love the least. Nor are those empty hearted whose low sound reverbs no.

Hollowness kent on thy life.

No more my life I never held but as a pawn to wage against thine enemies, nor fear to lose it, Thy safety being the motive out of my sight. See better, lear and let me still remain the true blank of thine eye.

Now by Apollo, Now.

By Apollo, King, Thou sweartst thy god in vain.

All vassal mescreant he makes to strike him.

Dear sir, forbear, do kill thy physician and the fee bestow upon the foul disease, Revoke thy gift. Or whilst I can vent clamor from my throat, I'll tell thee thou dost evil.

Hear me recreant on thine allegiance hear me, since thou hast sought to make us break our vow, which we dost never yet, and with trained pride to come between our sentence and our power, which nor our nature nor our place can bear. Our potency made good, take thy reward. Five days do we allot THEE for provision, to shield THEE from diseases of the world, And on the sixth to turn thy hated back upon our kingdom. If on the tenth day following thy banished trunk be found in

Not be revoked fairly. Well, King sith, thus thou will appear. Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here to Cordelia. The gods to their dear shelter. Take thee maid that justly thinks and hast most rightly said.

To Goneril and Reagan and.

Your large speeches. May your deeds approve that good effects may spring from words of love. Thus kent Oh Princes, bid you all adieu. He'll shape his old course in a country.

New exit flourish, enter Gloucester with France and Burgundy and attendants.

Here's France and Burgundy.

My noble lord, my Lord of Burgundy, we first addressed towards you, who, with this king hath rivaled for our daughter. What in the least will you require in present dower with her? Nor cease your quest of.

Love, most Royal Majesty, I crave no more than hath your highness offered, Nor will you tender less.

Rite Noble Burgundy. When she was dear to us, we did hold her so, But now her price is fallen, Sir, There she stands if aught within that little seeming substance, or all of it, with our displeasure pierced, and nothing more may fitly like your grace. She is there, and she is yours.

I know no answer will you with.

Those infirmities she owes, unfriended, new adopted to our hate, dowed with our curse, and strangered with our oath. Take her or leave her?

Pardon me, Royal Sir, election makes not up on such conditions.

Then leave her, Sir, for by the power that made me, I tell you all her wealth to France for you, great King, I would not, from your love make such a stray to match you where I hate. Therefore beseech you to a virt your liking I'm all worthy away than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed almost to acknowledge her.

This is most strange that she, who even but now was your best object, the argument of your praise, balm of your age, most best, most dearest in this trice of time, commit to thing so monstrous to dismantle so many fools of favor. Sure her offense must be of such a natural degree that monsters it, or your forvouched affection falling into daint, which to believe of her must be a faith that reason without miracle should never plant in me.

Yet I beseech your majesty, if for I want that glib and oily art to speak and purpose not since what I well intend, I'll do it before I speak, that you make known. It is no vicious blot, murder of foulness, no unchaste action, or dishonored step that hath deprived me of your grace and favor. But even for want of that which I am richer a still soliciting eye and such a tongue as I am glad I have not, though not to have it, hath lost me in your liking.

Better thou hadst not been born not to have pleased me better?

Is it?

But this a tardiness in nature which often leaves the history and spoke that it intends to do. My Lord of Burgundy, what are you to the lady? Love's not love when it is mingled with regards that stands aloof from the entire point? Will you have her? She is herself a.

Dowry royal king. Give but that portion which yourself proposed. And here I take Cordelia by the hand, Duchess of Burgundy.

Nothing I have sworn. I am firm to Cordelia.

I am sorry. Then you have so lost a father that you must lose a husband.

Peace be with Burgundy, since that respects of fortune are his love, I shall not be his wife.

FAIRI is Cordelia the ardmost rich, being poor, most choice, forsaken, and most love despised thee and thy virtues. Here I seize upon, be lawful. I take up what's cast away gods, gods. Tis strange that from their coldest neglect my love should kindle to inflamed respect, Thy dourless daughter, king thrown to my chance, is queen of us, of ours and our fair France, not all the dukes of Waterrish Burgundy can

Thou hast her France. Let her be thine, for we have no such daughter, nor shall ever see that face of hers again. Therefore be gone without our grace. I love our Benison, Come noble.

Burgundy, Flourish, excellent, Lear Burgundy, Cornwall, Albany, Gloucester and attendants.

B Farewell to your sisters.

The Jews of our father with washed eyes, Cordelia leaves you. I know what you are, and like a sister a most loath to call your faults as they are named. Love well our father, to your professed bosoms, I commit him, but yet allah us stood I within his grace. I would prefer him to a better place. So farewell to you.

Both prescribe not us thou do ities.

Let your study be to content your Lord, who hath received you at fortune's alms. You have obedience scanted and well are worth the want that you have wanted.

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, who covers faults at last shame them derides well. May you prosper come, my.

Fair Cordelia, excellent Franz and Cordelia sister.

It is not little I have to say of what most nearly appertains to us both. I think our father will hence to night.

That's most certain, and with you next month, with us.

You see how full of changes his age is. The observation we have made of it. Hath not been little. He always loved our sister most, And with what poor judgment he hath now cast her off appears too grossly.

Tis the infirmity of his age. Yet he hath, ever but slenderly known himself.

The best and soundest of his time. Hath been but rash than must we look to receive from his age, not alone the imperfections of long engraft condition, but therewithal, the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with them.

Set unconstant starts are we like to have from him? As this of Kent's banishment.

There is further compliment of leave taking between France and him. Pray let us hit together. If our father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his will but offend.

Us, we shall further think of it.

We must do something. And in the heat.

Exillant scene too a hall in the earl of Gloucester's castle, enter.

With a letter, Thou Nature art, my Goddess, to thy law, my services are bound. Wherefore should I stand in the plague of custom and permit the curiosity of nations to deprive me? For that I am some twelve or fourteen

Bastards enter Gloucester.

Kent banished, thus and France in collar parted, and the king gone to night subscribed, his power confined to exhibition. All this upon the gad Edmund. How now, what news so please your lordship?

None?

Why so earnestly seek you to put up that letter?

I know no news, my lord?

What paper? Were you reading?

Nothing? My lord?

No?

What needed then that terrible dispatch of it into your pocket? The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself. Let's see. Come. If it be nothing, I shall not need spectacles.

I beseech you, sir, pardon me. It is a letter from my brother that I have not all over read, and for so much as I have perused, I find it not fit for your looking.

Give me the letter, sir.

I shall offend either to detain or give it. The contents, as in part I understand them, are to blame.

Let's see. Let's see.

I hope for my brother's justification he wrote this, but as an essay or taste of my virtue.

This policy and reverence of age makes the world bitter to the best of our times, keeps our fortunes from us till our oldness cannot relish them. I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways not as it hath power, but as it is suffered. Come to me that of this I may speak more. If our father would sleep till I waked him, you should enjoy half his revenue forever, and live the beloved of your brother Edgar hum conspiracy,

It was not brought me, my lord? There's the cunning of it. I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet.

You know the character to be your brother's.

If the matter were good, my Lord, I durst swear it were his. But in respect of that, I would fain think it were not.

It is his.

It is his hand, my lord, But I hope his son heart is not in the contents.

Hath he never before sounded you in this business.

Never, my Lord? But I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit that sons at perfect age and father's decline. The father should be as ward to the son, and the son manage his revenue.

Oh, villain, villain, his very opinion in the letter, abhorred villain, unnatural, detested, brutish villain, worse than brutish. Go, sirrah seek him. I'll apprehend him, abominable villain. Where is he?

I do not well know, my lord. If it shall please you to suspend your indignation against my brother till you can derive from him better testimony of his intent, you should run a certain course where if you violently proceed against him, mistaking his purpose, it would make a great gap in your own honor, and shake in peaces the heart of his obedience. I dare pawn down my life for him that he hath writ this, to feel my affection to your honor, and to no other pretense

He cannot be such a monster. Nor it is not sure to his father that so tenderly and entirely loves him heaven and earth, Edmund, seek him out, wind me into him. I pray you frame the business after your own wisdom. I would unstate myself to be in a due resolution.

I will seek him, sir, presently, convey the business as I shall find means, and acquaint you withal.

These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us, though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus, and thus yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off. Brothers divide in cities, mutinies in countries, discord in palaces, treason, and the bond cracked TwixT son and father. This villain of mine comes under the prediction their's son against father. The king falls from bias of nature, theirs father against child.

This is the excellent foppery of the world that when we are sick in fortune, often to the surfeit of our own behavior, we make guilty our own disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves and treatures by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars and adulters by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on an admirable evasion of horror,

How now, brother Edmund, what serious contemplation are you in?

I am thinking rather of a prediction I read this other day? What should follow these eclipses?

Do you busy yourself with that?

I promise you the effects, he writes of succeed unhappily, as of unnaturalness between the child and the parent. Death, dearth, dissolusions of ancient amities, divisions in state, menaces and maledictions against king and nobles, needless diffidences, banishment of friends, dissipitation of cohorts, nuptial breaches.

And I know not what how long have you been a secretary astronomical?

Come? Come? Whence saw you? My father last the night gone by? Spoke you with him.

I two hours together parted.

You in good terms, founding no displeasure in him by word.

Or countenance, none at all.

Bethink yourself wherein you may have offended him, And at my entreaty forbear his presence until some little time hath qualified the heat of a displeasure, which at this instance so rageth in him, that with the mischief of your person it would scarcely.

Allay some villain hath done me wrong.

That's my fear. I pray you have a continent forbearance till the speed of his rage goes slower, and as I say, retire with me to my lodging. From whence I will fitly bring you to hear my lord speak. Pray you go, there's my key. If you do stir abroad, go armed, armed brother, brother, I advise you to the best. I am no honest man. If there be any good meaning towards you, I have told you what I have seen and heard, but faintly nothing like the image and horror of it.

Pray you away, shall I hear from you? And one I.

Do serve you in this business?

Exit Edgar.

Credulous father and a brother noble whose nature is so far from doing harms that he suspects none. On whose foolish honesty my practice is right easy, I see the business. Let me, if not by birth have lands by wit all with me? Is meet that I confession fit.

Exit Scene three A room in the Duke of Albany's palace. Enter Goneril and Oswald her Steward.

Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool I am madam by day and night. He wrongs me. Every hour he flashes into one gross crime or another that sets us all at odds. I'll not endure it, his knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us on every trifle. When he returns from hunting, I will not speak with him, say I am sick. If you come slack of former services, you shall do well. The fault of it, I'll answer.

He's coming, Madam. I hear him put.

On what weary negligence you please? You and your fellows. I'd have it come to question. If he distaste it, let him to our sister, whose mind and mine I know, and that are one not to be overruled. A old man that still would manage those authorities that he hath given away now by my life. Old fools are babes again and must be used with checks as flatteries when they are seen abused. Remember what I have.

Said, very well, Madam, And.

Let his knights have colder looks among you. What grows of it? No matter? Advise your fellows. So I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall that I may speak. I'll write straight to my sister to hold my very course, prepare for.

Dinner, exiant seene for a hall in Albany's Palace, enter Kent in disguise.

If but as well I other accent spirow that can my speech diffuse? My good intent may carry through itself to that full issue for which I raised My likeness now banished. Cant if thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemned, so may it come thy master, whom thou lufst shall find thee full of labors.

Horns within and to lear a knights. Let me not stay a jot for dinner, Go get it ready, exit first night?

Ah.

Now what art.

Thou a man?

Sir?

What dost thou profess? What wouldst thou with us?

I do profess to be no less than I seem. To serve him truly? That will put me in trust to love him that is honest, to converse with him that is wise and says little, to fear judgment, to fight when I cannot choose, and to eat no fish? What art thou a very honest hearted fellow and as poor as the king?

If thou beast as poor for a subject as he for a king? Oh, poor enough? What wouldst thou service? Who wouldst thou serve?

You?

Dost thou know me, fellow?

No, sir? But you have that and your countenance, which I would fain, call master, what's that authority?

What services canst thou do?

I can keep honest, counsel, ride, run mar a curious tale in telling it, and deliver a plain message bluntly, that which ordinary men are fit for. I am qualified in, and the best of me is diligence. How old art thou not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote unhear for anything? I have of yours on my back? Forty eight?

Follow me? Thou shalt serve me? If I like thee, no worse after dinner, I will not part from thee yet. Dinner, Oh, dinner, where's my knave? My fool? Go you and call my fool hither exit?

Second night? Enter oswald you you Sarah?

Where's my daughter?

So please you exit?

What says the fellow there? Call the clock pole? Back?

Exit? Third night?

Where's my fool? Oh? I think the world's asleep?

Enter third night?

How now? Where's that mongrel?

He says, My lord, your daughter is not well?

Why came not the slave back to me? When I called him, sir?

He answered me in the roundest manner, he would not, He would not, My lord, I know not what the matter is. But to my judgment, your Highness is not entertained with that ceremonious affection you were wont There's a great abatement of kindness appears as well in the general dependence, as in the Duke himself also and your daughter.

Huh sayest thou?

So I beseech you pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken for my duty. Cannot be silent when I think your Highness wronged.

Thou, but rememberest me of mine own conception. I have perceived a most faint neglect of late, which I have rather blamed as mine own jealous curiosity than as a very pretense and purpose of unkindness. I will look further into it. But where's my fool? I have not seen him these two days since my.

Young lady's going into France. Or the fool hath much pind away?

No more of that I have noted it. Well, go you and tell my daughter I would speak with her.

Exit third night, go you call hither my fool. Exit another night? Enter oswald o you sir?

You come hither? Sir? Who am I, sir? My lady's father, My lady's father, My lord's knave, you horse and dog, you slave, you cur I.

Am none of these, my Lord. I beseech your pardon.

Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?

He strikes him.

I'll not be struck, my lord, nor tripped neither you base football player.

He trips him.

I thank thee, fellow, Thou servest me, and I love thee.

To Oswald, come, sir, arise away, I'll teach you differences. Away away, if you will measure your lubber's length again, terry, but away, go to have you wisdom.

He pushes Oswald out.

So now, my friendly knave, I thank thee. There's ernest of thy service.

He gives him money, And to the fool.

Let me hire him too. Here's my coxcomb.

How now, my pretty knave, how dost.

Thou Sarah, you were best? Take my coxcomb?

Why fool?

Why for taking one's part? That's out of favor? Nay, and thou canst not smile as the wind sits dealt catch cold shortly? There?

Take my coxcomb?

Why this fellow has banished two one's daughters and did the third of blessing against his will? If thou follow him, thou must needs wear my cocks comb. How now, nunco, would I had two coxcombs and two daughters. Why, my boy, if I gave them all my living, I'd keep my coxcombs myself. There's mine. Beg another of thy daughters.

Take heed, Sarah, the whip truths.

The dog musta kennel. He must be whipped out when the lady Brock may stand by the fire and stink.

A pestilent gold.

To me, Sarah, I'll teach thee a speech. Do market, nuncle, have more than thou ShoWest, Speak less than thou knowest, lend less than thou owest, ride more than thou goest, learn more than thou throwest, set less than thou throwest, leave thy drink in thy horror, and keep in a door, and thou shalt have more than two tens.

To a score.

Hmm, this is nothing, fool, then.

Tis like the breath of an unfeed lawyer. You gave me nothing for it. Can you make no use of nothing?

Nuncle?

Why no, boy, nothing can be made out of nothing.

To kent prithee, tell him so much the rent of his land comes to he will not believe a.

Fool, a bit a fool.

Dost thou know the difference, my between a bitter fool and a sweet one?

No, lad, teach me.

That lord that counseled thee to give away thy land. Come place him here by me, do thou for him stand? The sweet and bitter fool will presently appear, the one in Motley here, the other found out there.

Dost thou call me fool boy?

All thy other titles thou hast given away that thou wast born with, this.

Is not altogether fool, my lord.

No faith lords and great men will not let me. If I had a monopoly out, they would have part aunt and loads too. They will not let me have all the fool to myself. They'll be snatching. N Uncle, give me an egg, and I'll give thee two crowns.

What two crowns shall they be?

Why? After I've cut the egg in the middle and eat up to meat the two crowns of the egg. When thou clovest thy crown in the middle and gavest the way both parts, thou boreest thine ass on thy back er the dirt thou hadst little wit in thy bald crowned. When thou gavest thy golden one away. If I speak like myself in this, let him be whipped that first finds it so fools head ne'er let's greece sin a year, for wise men are grown foppish and know not how their wits to wear. Their manners are so apish.

When will you want to be so full of songs?

Sarah, I have used it, nuncle ere, since thou madest thy daughters, thy mothers. For when thou gavest them the rod and putest down thine own breeches, then they first said, enjoyed it weep, And I for sorrow sung that such a king should play bo peep and go the fools among prythee nuncle, keep a school master that can teach thy fool to lie. I would fain learn to lie.

And you lie, Sarah, we'll have you whipped.

I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are. They'll have me whip for speaking true. They'll have me whipped for lying, And sometimes I am whipped for holding my peace. I had rather be any kind of thing than a fool, And yet I would not be thee uncle. Thou hast pared thy widow both sides and left nothing in the middle, here comes one of the pairings.

And to Goneril, how now, daughter, what makes that frontal?

Don me?

Thinks thou art too much of late of the frown.

Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning. Now thou art to know without a figure. I am better than thou art. I am a fool. Thou art nothing to Goneril, Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue so to your face bids me, though you say nothing. Mam mam. He that keeps nor crust nor crumb, weary of all shall want some.

He points to Leah.

That's a shield.

Peace cod Not only sir this you're all licensed fool, but other of your insolent retinue do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth in rank, and not to be endured riots. Sir, I had thought, by making this well known unto you, to have found a safe redress, but now grow fearful

For you know, nunko the hedge sparrow fed the cuckoo so long that it had its head bit off by it young. So out went the candle and we were left darkling.

Oh you d come, sir, I would you would make use of that good wisdom whereof I know you are fraught, and put away these dispositions that have late transform you from what you rightly are.

May not in ask know when the cart draws the horse, whoop jug I love thee.

Doth any here know me? This is not leir? Doth leir walk? Thus speak Thus where are his eyes either his notion weakens, his discernings are lethargyd ah waking tis not? So who is it that can tell me who I am? Dear saddle, I would learn that, for by the marks of sovereignty, knowledge and reason I should be false persuaded. I had daughters.

Which they will make an obedient father.

Your name a fair gentlewoman.

This admiration, sir, is much of the favor of your other new pranks. I do beseech you to understand my purposes aright as you are all reverend, you should be wise. Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires, men so disordered, so debased and bold, that this our court, infected with their manners, shows like a riotous in epicurism and lust make it more like a tavern or a

You darkness and devils saddle my horses call my train together, degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble thee yet have I left a daughter?

You strike my people, and your disordered rabble makes servants of their betters enter.

Albany woe that too late repents, Oh sir, are you come? Is it your will? Speak? Sir? Prepare my horses ingratitude, Thou marble hearted fiend, more hideous when thou show'st thee in a child than the sea monster.

Pray, sir, be patient.

To goneril detested kite. Thou liest my train are men of choice and rarest parts at all particulars of duty, know and in the most exact regards, support the worships of their name. Oh most small fault, How ugly didst thou Incordelia show, which, like an engine wrench'd by frame of nature from the fixed place, drew from my heart all love and added to the gall. Oh lear lear, lear beat at this gait that let thy folly in.

He strikes his head.

And thy dear judgment out go go my people, exeant kent and knights.

My Lord, I am guiltless as I am ignorant of what hath moved you.

It may be so, my Lord.

He kneels here.

Nature here, dear Goddess, here suspend thy purpose. If thou didst intend to make this creature fruitful into her womb, convey sterility, dry up in her, the organs of increase, and from her derogate body never spring a babe to

Now, Gods that we adore, whereof comes.

This, never afflict yourself to know more of it. But let his disposition have that scope that dotage gives it.

And to Leah, what.

Fifty of my followers at a clap within a fortnight?

What's the matter, sir?

To Goneril, I'll tell THEE life and death. I am ashamed that thou hast power to shake my manhood. Thus that these hot tears which break from me before should make THEE worth them. Blasts and fogs upon thee than tempted woundings of her father's curse pierce every sense about THEE. Old fond eyes beweat this cause again, I'll pluck you out and cast you with the waters that you lose to temper clay. Ha. Let it be so. I have another daughter, who I am sure is kind and comfortable,

Exit?

Do you mark that I cannot be so partial? Goneriil to the great love I bear.

You, pray you content? What Oswald ho to the fool, you, sir, more knave than fool after your master.

No gomere, no collier terry take the fool with thee a fox when one has caught her, and such a daughter should sure to the slaughter if my cap would buy a halter, So the fool follows after exit.

This man hath had good counsel a hundred knights. 'tis politic and safe to let him keep at point a hundred knights? Yes, that on every dream, each buzz, each fancy, each complaint dislike, he maynnguard his dotage with their powers and hold our lives in mercy.

Oswald, I say, well, you may fear too far.

Safer than trust too far. Let me still take away the harms. I fear not fear still to be taken. I know his heart what he hath uttered. I have writ to my sister if she sustain him in his hundred knights. When I have showed then fitness.

And to Oswald?

How now, Oswald, what have you written that letter to my sister?

I met him?

Take you some company and away to horse, inform her full of my particular fear and thereto add so what reasons of your own as may compact it more? Get you gone, and hasten your return?

Exit Oswald.

No, no, my lord, this milky gentleness and course of yours, though I condemn it, not yet under pardon. You are much more a tasked for want of wisdom than praised for harmful mildness.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell. Striving to better oft we mar what's well?

Nay?

Then well? Well the event.

Exit Scene five caught before the Duke of Albany's palace. Enter lear Kent, the fool and a gentleman to Kent.

Go you before to Gloucester with these letters. Acquaint my daughter no further with anything you know that comes from her demand out of the letter. If your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there for you.

I will not sleep, my lord, until I have delivered your letter.

Exit.

If a man's brains were in his heels, Were it not in danger of kipes, Aye, boy, then I prithee be merry. Thy wit shall not go slipshod ha ha, shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly for those. She's as like this as a crab's like an apple. Yet I can tell what I can tell?

What canst tell?

Boy?

Shall taste is like this as a crab does to a crab. Thou can'st tell why one's nose stands in the middle of one's face. No, Why to keep one's eyes of either side's nose? That what a man cannot smell out he may spy into?

I did her wrong?

Can'st tell how an oyster makes his shell?

No, nor I neither.

But I can tell why a snail has a house? Why why to put his head in? Not to give it away to his daughter's and leave his horns without a case.

I will forget my nature, so kind a father, be my horses ready.

Thy asses are gone about them. The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty.

Reason, because they are not eight.

Yes, indeed, thou wouldst make a good fool.

To take it again perforce monstering gratitude.

If thou wert my fool and uncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time? How's that thou shouldst not have been old till thou haddest been wise.

Oh, let me not be mad, not mad, Sweet Heaven, keep me in temper. I would not be mad. How now are the horses ready?

Ready? My lord?

Come boy?

Excellent? All except the fool.

She that's a maid now and laughs at my departure, shall not be a maid long unless things be cut shorter.

Exit end of Act one, King Lear, Act two seene one. A court within the castle of the Earl of Gloucester. Enter Edmund and Corran meeting.

Save the e Cirin.

And you, sir, I have been with your father and given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall and Reagan his duchess, will be here with him this night.

How comes that?

Nay?

I know not you have heard of the news abroad? I mean the whispered ones, for they are yet but ear kissing arguments.

Not, I pray you, what are they?

Have you heard of?

No?

Likely wars toward TwixT the two Dukes of Cornwall in Albany. Not a word you may do then in time, fare you well, sir, exit.

The Duke be here tonight the better best this weaves itself. Perform to my business. My father hath set guard to take my brother, and I have one thing of a queasy question which I must act. Briefness and fortune work brother, a word, descend, brother, I.

Say, enter Edgar.

My father watches, Sir, fly this place. Intelligence is given where you are hid. You have now the good advantage of the night. Have you not spoken against the Duke of Cornwall. He's coming hither now with a knight in haste and Reagan with him. Have you said nothing upon his party against the Duke of Albany. Advise yourself.

I am sure, aunt not a word.

I hear my father coming. Pardon me in cunning, I must draw my sword upon you. Draw seem to defend yourself. Now quit you well yield, come before my father. Light ho here fly, brother torches torches.

So farewell, exit Edgar.

Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion of my more fierce endeavor. I have seen drunkards do more than this in sport.

He wounds himself in the arm.

Father, father, stop, stop, no help.

Enter Gloucester and servants with torches.

Now, Edmund, where's the villain? Here?

Stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out, mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon to stand auspicious mistress.

But where is he? Look, Sir, I bleed, where is the villain? Edmund?

To fly this way? So when by no means he could pursue him.

Ho go after exit?

Some servants, by no means, what persuade me to the murder of your lordship? But that I told him the revenging gods against Patricides, did all their thunders bend, spoke with how manifold and strong upon the child was bound to the father, Sir in fine, Seeing how loathly opposite, I stood to his unnatural purpose in fell motion with his prepared sword. He charges home when my unprovided body

Let him fly far. Not in this land shall he remain uncaught and found despatched. The noble Duke, my master, my worthy arch and patron, comes to night by his authority, I will proclaim it that he which finds him shall deserve our thanks. Bringing the murderous coward to the stake he that conceals him death.

When I dissuaded him from his intent and found him pite to do it with cursed speech, I threatened to discover him. He replied, Thou, unpossessing bastard, dost thou think if I would stand against thee? Would the reposal of any trust virtue are worth in THEE? Make thy words faith? No what I should deny as this I would I, though thou didst produce my very character, I'd turn it

THEE seek it strong and fastened. Villain? Would he deny his letter? I never got him hark the Duke's trumpets. I know not why he comes all ports, all bar the villain, and shall not escape. The Duke must grant me that, besides his picture, I will send far and near, that all the kingdom may have due note of him and of my land. Loyal and natural boy. I'll work the means to make THEE capable.

Into cornwall Reagan and attendants.

How now, my noble friend, since I came hither, which I can call? But now I have heard strange news.

If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, which can pursue the offender? How dost my lord?

Oh madam? My old heart is cracked? It's cracked.

What did my father's god son seek your life? He whom my father named your edgar.

O lady, lady shame would have it?

Hid?

Was he not companion with the riot as knights that tend upon my father?

I know not, madam. It is too bad, too bad.

Yes, madam, he was of that consort.

No marvel then, though he were ill affected till they have put him on the old man's death to have the expense and waste of his revenues. I have this present evening from my sister, been well informed of them, and with such cautions that if they come to so Joan at my house, I'll not be there.

Nor I assure THEE. Reagan Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father a childlike office.

Twas my duty, sir.

He did beray his practice and received this hurt you see striving to apprehend him? Is he pursued? I, my good Lord?

If he be taken, he shall never more be feared of doing harm. Make your own purpose, how in my drinks you please? For you, Edmund, whose virtue and obedience doth this instant so much commend itself. You shall be ours natures of such deep trust we shall much need you. We first seize on.

I shall serve you, sir, truly.

However else for him, I thank your grace.

You know not why we came to visit you thus out of season, threading dark eyed night occasions, noble cluster of some boys, wherein we must have use of your advice. Our father ye hath writ so hath our sister, of differences which I best thought yet fit to answer from ome the several messengers from hence attend despatch our good old friend, Lay comforts to your bosom, and bestow your needful counsel to our business which graves the instant.

Use I serve you, madam, Your graces are right welcome.

Excitant flourish scene too before Gloucester's castle, enter Kent, and Oswald severally.

Good dawning to THEE friend aught of this house? Ay, where may we set our horses?

Ha ha and the mire prithee.

If thou lovest me tell.

Me I love THEE not?

Why then I care not for THEE?

If I had THEE in Lipsbury penfuled, I would make THEE care for me.

Why dost thou use me thus? I know THEE?

Not, fellow, I know THEE?

What dost thou know me?

For a knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base proud, shallow beggarly three suited, one hundred pound, filthy, wor stood stocking knave, a lily livered action taking horsen glass gazing, super serviceable, finnacal rogue, one trunk inheriting slave, one that wouldst be a bad in a way of good service and art, nothing but the composition of a nave beggar, coward pander, and the sun and air of a mongrel bitch, a one whom I will beat into

Why what a monstrous fellow art thou thus to reil on one that's neither known of THEE nor knows thee.

Oh what a brazen faced varlet art thou to deny? Thou knowest me? Is it two days ago since I beat thee and tripped up thy heels before the king? Draw you rogue, For though it be night yet the moon shines. I'll make a sop of the moonshine of you. Draw you horse and culon ye barbermonger.

Draw.

Away.

I have nothing to do with thee.

Draw you rascal. You come with letters against the king and take vanity the puppet's part against the royalty of her father. Draw you rogue, or also carbonado your shanks, Draw your rascal, come your ways? Help o murder, Help strike you slave?

Oswald tries to escape.

Stand rogue, Stand you need slaves.

Strike He beats him.

Help, Oh murder, murder?

Enter Edmund Cornwall, Reagan, Gloucester and servants.

How now, what's the matter with you?

Goodman boy? Can you please come? I'll flesh you. Come on, young master?

Weapons arms? What's the matter here?

Keep peace upon your lives? He dies, that strikes again? What is the matter?

The messengers from our sister and the king.

What is your difference? Speak?

I am scarce in breath, my lord.

Ah, no marvel, you have so bestirred your valor, you cowardly rascal. Nature disclaims in thee A tailor made thee.

Thou art a strange fellow, A tailor make a man I.

A tailor, sir, A stone cutter or a painter, could not have made him so ill, though he had been but two hours at the trade.

To Oswald speak, Yet how grew your quarrel?

This ancient ruffian sir, whose life I have spared at suit of his grave?

Thou horsen z thou unnecessary letter, my lord? If you'll give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar and daub the walls of a jake's with him. Spare my gray beard, you wagtail.

Peace Arrah, you beastly knave. Know you no reverence?

Yes, sir, but anger hath a privilege?

Why art thou angry that such.

A knave as this should wear a sword who wears no honesty? Such smiling rogues as these like rats off bite the holy cords a twain, which are two intrnse to and loose smooth every passion that, in the natures of their lord's rebel bring oil to the fire, snow to their colder moods, reneg a firm, and turn their halcyon beaks with every gale and very of their masters, knowing not like dogs, but following a plague upon your epileptic visage. Smile you my speeches, as if I were

What art thou, mad old fellow?

How fell you out say that no contraries hold more antipathy than I?

And such a knave?

Why dost thou call him knave? What is his fault?

His countenance likes me not.

No more perchance does mine or his or hers?

Sir, tis my preoccupation to be plain. I have seen better faces in my time than stands on any show that I see before me at this instant.

This is some fellow who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect a saucy roughness and constrains the garb quite from his nature. He cannot flatter, he an honest mind and plain. He must speak truth, and they will take it. So if not he's plain. These kinds of knaves I know which in this plainness harbor more craft and more corrupt ends than twenty silly, ducking observants that stretch their duties nicely.

Sir, in good faith, in sincere verity, under the allowance of your great aspect, whose influence like the wreath of radiant fire on flickering Phoebus's front.

What means by this.

To go out of my dialect which you discommend, or much I know, Sir, I am no flatterer. He that beguile you in a plain accent was a plain knave, which for my part I will not be, though I should win your displeasure to entreat me to it.

What was the offense you gave him?

I never gave him any. It pleased the King his master, very late to strike at me upon his misconstruction, when he compact and flattering his displeasure tripped me behind, being down, insulted, railed, and put upon him such a deal of man that worthied him got praises of the King for him attempting, who was self subdued, And in the fleshment of this dread exploit drew on me here again.

None of these rogues and cowards, but Ajax is there fool.

Fetch forth the stocks, you stub an ancient knave, you reverent braggot, will teach you.

Sir, I am too old to learn. Call not your stocks for me. I serve the King on whose employment I was sent to you. You shall do small respect, show too bold malice against the grace and person of my master stocking his messenger.

Fetch forth the stocks, as I have life and honor. There shall he sit till noon, till noon till night, my lord, and all night to.

Why, Madam, if I were your father's dog, you should not use me.

So, sir, Being his knave, I will this.

Is a fellow of the self same color our sister speaks of. Come bring away the stocks, stocks brought out.

Let me beseech your grace not to do so. His fault is much, and the good King his master will check him for it. Your purposed low correction is such as basest and contemptedness. Wretches for pilferings and most common trespasses are punished with. The King must take it ill that he so slightly valued in his messenger should have him thus restrained.

I'll answer that my sister may receive it much more worse to have a gentleman abused, assaulted for following her affairs put in his legs.

Kent is put in the stalks, exellent all but Gloucester and Kent.

I am sorry for thee friend tis the Duke's pleasure, whose disposition all the world well knows will not be rubbed nor stopped. I'll entreat for thee.

Pray do not, sir, I have watched and traveled hard. Some time I shall sleep out the rest. I'll whistle. A good man's fortune may grow out at heels, give you good morrow.

The dukes to blame in this twill be ill taken.

Exit, good king, that must approve the common saw. Thou, out of Heaven's benediction, comest to the warm sun. Approach thou beacon to this under globe, that by thy comfortable beings I may peruse this letter. Nothing almost sees miracles but misery I notis from Cordelia, who hath most fortunately been informed of my obscured course, and shall find time from this enormous state seeking to give losses their remedy. All weary and overwatched, take advantage. Heavy eyes not to

Hmm, he sleeps. Scene three, The open country Enter Edgar.

I heard myself proclaimed, and by the happy hollow of a tree, escaped the hunt. No port is free, no place that God and most unusual vigilance does not attend my taking. While I may escape, I will preserve myself and am bethought to take the basest and most poorest shape that ever penury in contempt of man brought near to beast my face. I'll grime with filth, blanket my loins elf, all my hair in knots, and with present

Scene four, before Gloucester's Castle Kent is still in the stocks, and to Leah the fool and a gentleman.

Tis strange that they should so depart from home and not send back my messenger.

As I learned the night before, there was no purpose in them of this.

Remove hail to thee noble master.

Huh makes thou to shame thy pastime?

No, my lord, haha, he wears cruel garters. Horses are tied by the head, dogs and bears by the neck, monkeys by the loins, and men by the legs. When a man is over lusty at legs, then he wears wooden nether stocks.

What's he that hath so much thy place misstoked to set thee here?

It is both he and she your son and daughter. No, yes, no, I say, I say.

Yeay, no, No, they would not.

Yes they have.

By Jupiter, I swear no.

By Juno, I swear I.

They dares not do it. They would not, could not do it. Tis worse the murder to do upon respect. Such violent outrage resolved me with all modest haste, which way thou mightst deserve, or they impose this usage coming from.

Us, my lord? When at their home I did commend your Highness's letters to them. Ere I was risen from the place that showed my duty kneeling, came there a reeking post, stewed in his haste, half breathless, panting forth from Goneril his mistress salutations, delivered letters spite of intermission, which presently they read, on whose contents they summoned up their many straight took course, commanded me to follow and attend.

Winter's not gone yet if the wild beast fly that way. Fathers that wear rags do make their children blind, But fathers that their bags shall see their children kind fortune. That errant whore ne'er turns the key to the poor. But for all this thou shalt have as many dollars for their daughters as thou canst tell in a year.

Oh, how this mother swells up toward my heart hysterica. Pass it down, thy climbing sorrow, thy elements below? Where is this.

Daughter with the earl?

Sir?

Here within, follow me not stay here?

Exit made you no more offense, But what you speak of none?

How chance the king comes with so small a number.

And thou hadst been set in the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it.

A wifle will.

Set thee to school, to ant to teach thee. There's no laboring in the winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind men. And there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it. But the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again, I would have none,

Where learn't you?

This fool?

Not in the stalks?

Fool and to Lear and Gloucester.

Deny to speak with me. They are sick, they are weary, they have traveled all the night. Mere fetches the images of revolt and flying off. Petch me a better.

Answer, my dear lord. You know the fiery quality of the duke, how unremovable and fixed he is in his own course.

Vengeance, plague, death, confusion? Fiery? What quality? Why Goster gosta Art speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife?

Well, my good Lord, I have informed them, so informed them.

Dost thou understand me.

Ma'am I, my good lord?

The king would speak with Cornwall, the dear father would with his daughter speak commands her service? Are they inform'd of this? My breath and blood? Fiery? The fiery Duke tell the hot Duke that no, but not yet. Maybe he is not well. Infirmity doth to neglect all office where to our health is bound. We are not ourselves when nature, being oppressed, commands the mind to suffer with the body. I'll forbear, and I'm fallen out with my more headier will to take the indisposed and sickly fit

I would have all well betwixt you exit.

Oh me, my heart, my rising heart, But down.

Cry to it, nuncle, as the Cockney did to the eels when she put him in a paste alive, She napped them. Oh the cocks combs with a stick and cried down Wanton's down. Twas her brother that, in pure kindness to his horse, buttered his hay.

And to Cornwall. Reagan, Gloucester and servants.

Good morrow, do you both pail to your grace?

Kent is here set at liberty.

I am glad to see your Highness, Reagan.

I think you are. I know what reason I have to think so if thou shouldst not be glad I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, sepulchering an adulteress to Kent. Oh, are you free some other time for that beloved Reagan? Thy sisters not, Oh Reagan, she hath tied sharp toothstone kindness like a vulture.

Here laying his hand on his heart.

I can scarce speak to thee thou not believe with how depraved a quality, Oh Reagan.

I pray you, sir, take patience. I have hope you must know how to value her desert than she discant her duty.

Say how is that?

I cannot think my sister in the least would fail her obligation. If Sir, perchance she have restrained the riots of your followers, tis on such crowned and to such wholesome, and as clear asir, from all blame.

My curse is on her, Oh sir, you are.

Old nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine. You should be ruled and led by some discretion. Let discerner state better than you yourself. Therefore, I pray you that to our sister you do make return. So you have wronged her, sir.

Ask her forgiveness? Do you but mark how this becomes the house.

He kneels.

Dear daughter, I confess that I am old. Age is unnecessary on my knees. I beg that you'll vouchsafe me raiment bed and food.

Good Sir, No more, these are slightly tricks. Return you to my sister rising.

Never Reagan, she hath abated me of half my train. Look black upon me, struck me with her tongue most serpent like upon the very heart. All the stored vengeances of heaven fall on her, ingrateful top strike her young bones. You taking airs with lameness.

Fie, sir, fi.

You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames into her scornful eyes, infect her beauty. You fend such fogs drawn by the powerful sun to fall and blast her pride.

Oh the blessed gods, so will you wish on me when the rash mood is on.

No, Reagan, thou shalt never have my curse. Thy tender hefted nature shall not give thee awe to harshness. Her eyes are fierce, But thine do comfort and not burn. Tis not in thee to grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, to bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes, and in conclusion to oppose the bolt against my coming in. Thou better knowest the offices of nature, bond of childhood, effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude, Thy half of the kingdom.

Ah, what trumpet's that?

I know it? My sisters, this approves her letter that she would soon be here.

Enter Oswald, is your lady?

Come?

This is a slave whose easy borrowed pride dwells in the fickle grace of her He follows out Violet from my sight?

What means your grace?

Who stocked my servant? Reagan? I have good hope thou didst not know? Aunt?

Enter Goneril, who comes here?

Oh heavens, if you do love old men, if your sweet sway, allow obedience, if yourselves are old, make it your cause sent down? And take my part to Goneril. H not a shame to look upon this beard, Oh Reagan. Wilt thou take her by the hand?

Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended? All's not offense? That indiscretion finds in dotage terms.

So oh sides, you are too tough? Will you yet help? How came my man in the stocks?

I set him there, sir, But his own disorders deserved much less advancement.

You you did.

I brave you, father, being weak, seems though, if till the expiration of your month you will return, and Sir Johanne, with my sister, dismissing half your train, come then to me. I am now from home, and out of that provision which shall be needful for your entertainment.

Return to her and fifty men dismissed. No, Rather, I abjure all ruse and choose to wage against the end of the air, to be a comrade with the wolf and owl necessity's sharp pinch. Return with her. Why the hot blooded France that dowerless took our youngest born, I could as well be brought to knee his throne and squire like pension Beck to keep base life afoot. Return with her. Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter to this detested groom.

He points to Oswald.

At your choice, sir, I prithee daughter, do not make me mad. I will not trouble thee my child. Farewell, we'll no more meat, no more see one another. But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter, or rather a disease that in my flesh, which I must needs call mine. Thou art a boil, a plague, sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee. Let shame come when it will, I do

Not altogether. So I look not for you yet, nor am provided for your fit. Welcome, Give ea, sir, to my sister. For those that mingle reason with your passion must be content to think you old and so. But she knows what she does?

Is this well spoken?

I'd aer a vouch it, sir? What fifty followers?

Is it not?

Well? What should you need of more? Yeah? Here were so many sith that both charge and danger speak, and so great a number. How in one house should many people underdue commands?

Old?

Amity tis odd almost impossible?

Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance from those that she calls servants or from mine?

Why not, my lord? If that answer to splack you, we would control them. If you will come to me for now I spy a danger. I entreat you to bring, but five and twenty to no more will I give place or notice.

I gave you all, and in good time you gave it, made you my guardians, my depositories, but kept a reservation to be followed with such a number. What must I come to you with five and twenty? Reagan said you so.

And speak it again, my lord, No more with me.

Those wicked creatures? Yet do look well favored when others are more wicked? Not being the worst, stands in some rank of praise to Goneril, I'll go with thee thy fifty, Yet doth double five and twenty and thou art twice her love?

Hear me, my lord? What needs you five and twenty ten or five to follow? When a house where twice so many have a command to tend you white need one?

Oh reason? Not the need? Our basest beggars are in the poorest thing superfluous, Allow not nature more than nature needs. Man's life is cheap as beasts. Thou art a lady, if only to go warm were gorgeous white nature needs not what thou gorgeous wearst which scarcely keeps thee warm. But for true need, you, Heavens, give me that patience, patience, I need you, see me, hear you. God's a poor old man, as full of grief as age, wretched in both.

Excellent lear Gloucester kent the fall, and gentleman, let.

Us withdraw twill be a storm.

This house is little. The old man and his people cannot be well.

Bestowed tis his own blame. Hath put himself from rest, and must needs taste his folly.

For his particular I'll receive him gladly, but not one follower.

So I am purposed. Where is my Lord of Gloucester?

Followed the old man? Forth? He is returned, enter Gloucester.

The king is in high rage.

Whither is he going?

He calls to horse? But will I know not?

Whither tis best to give him away?

He leads himself, my Lord, entreat him by no means to stay alack.

The night comes on, and the high winds sorely ruffle for many miles about. There's scarce, a.

Bush oser, a wilful men. The injuries that they themselves brokeure must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors. He is attended with a desperate train, and what they may in sense him to being apt to have his ear abused wisdom bids fear.

Shut up your doors, my lord, tis a wild night, My Reagan Council's well, come out of the storm.

Excellent end of Act two, Act three, seene one A heath a storm with thunder and lightning, enter Kent, and a gentleman meeting.

Who's there besides foul weather, one minded like the weather most unquietly.

Bye, know you? Where's the king?

Contending with the fretful elements, bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, or swell the curled waters above the main, that things might change or cease, tears his white hair, which the impetuous blasts with eyeless rage catch in their fury and make nothing of strives in his little world of man to outscorn the to and fro conflicting wind and rain this night, wherein the cub drawn there would crouch the lion and the belly pinched wolf

But who is with him?

None but the fool who labors to outjest his heart struck injuries.

Sir, I do know you, and dare, upon the warrant of my note, commend a dear thing to you. There is division, although has yet the face of it be covered with mutual cunning, TwixT Albany and Cornwall, who have not that their great stars thrown and set high servants who seem no less, which are to france the spies

I will talk further with you.

No, do not, for confirmation that I am much more than my outlaw. Open this purse and take what it contains. If you shall see Cordelia as fear not, but you shall show her this ring, and she will tell you who your fellow is, that yet you do not know. Fie on this storm. I will go seek the king.

Give me your hand. Have you no more to say.

Few words, but to effect more than all yet that when we have found the king in which you're pain that way, I'll this he that first lights on him, Pollah the other.

Exent severally. Scene two, another part of the heath. The storm continues, Enter Leah and the fall.

Blow winds and crack your cheeks. Rage, blow you cataracts and hurricanoes, spout till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks you offer us, and thought executing fires, want couriers to oak, cleaving thunderbolts singe my white heads, and thou all shaking thunder strike flat the thick rotundity of the world, crack nature's molds. All Germans spill at once that making grateful man.

Oh Nuncle court, Holy water in a dry house is better than this rain water out of the door. Good nuncle in and ask thy daughter's blessing. Here's a knight pities neither wise men nor fools.

Rumble thy bellyful spit, fire, spout, rain, nor rain, wind, thunder fire of my daughters. I tax you, not you elements with unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, called you children. You owe me no subscription. Then let for your horrible pleasure here I stand your slave, a poor, infirm, weak and despised old man. But yet I call you servile ministers, that will, with two pernicious daughters join your high engendered battle against their heads so old and white as this, Oh, oh tis foul.

He that has a house to put his head in has a good head piece. The cord piece that will house before the head has any the head, and he shall louse so beggars marry many. The man that makes his toe what he his heart should make, shall have a corn cry wool, and turn his sleep to wake. For there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths in a glass, And to kent.

No, I will be the pattern of all patients. I will say nothing.

Who's there, Mary, Here's grace and a cord piece. That's a wise man and a fool.

A lester? Are you here? Things that night love nuts, Such nights as these, the wrathful skies gallow the very wanderers of the dark, and make them keep their caves. Since I was man, such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry the affliction, nor the fear.

Let the great gods that keep this dreadful pother our heads find out their enemies. Now tremble, thou wretch that hast within the undivulged crimes, unwhipped of justice, Hide thee thou bloody hand, thou perjured, and thou similar man of virtue that art incestuous kate if to peace's shake, that under covert and convenient seeming, has practiced on man's life, close pent up guilts, rive your concealing continence, and cry

A lack bare headed gracious my lord, hard by here is a hobble some friendship? Will it lend you against the tempest Freepose you there? Whilst I to this hard house, more harder than the stones whereof tis raised, which even now demanding, after you denied me to come in return and force their scanted courtesy.

My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy, how does my boy hot cold? I am cold myself? Where is this straw?

My fellow?

They aught of our necessities? Is strange that can make vile things precious?

Your hovel, poor fool.

And knave. I have one part in my heart that's sorry.

Yet for thee he that hasn't a little tiny wit with hey ho the wind and the rain must make content with his fortunes fit for the rain it raineth every.

Day, True boy, Come bring us to this hovel, excellent Leah and kent.

This is a brave knight to cool a cortisan. I'll speak a prophecy.

Ere I go.

When priests are more in words than matter, when brewers mar their malt with water, when nobles are their tailor's tutors, no heretics burnt, but wenches suitors. When every case in law is right, no squire in debt, nor no poor knight. When slanders do not live in tongues, nor cut purses come not to throngs. When usurers tell their gold in the field, and bods and horrors do churches build. Then shall the realm of Albion come to great confusion? Then comes the time who lives to see it that going

Exit Scene three. A room in Gloucester's castle. Enter Gloucester and.

Edmund a lack a lack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing. When I desired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the use of mine own house, charged me on pain of perpetual displeasure. Neither to speak of him, entreat for him, nor any ways sustain him.

Most savage and unnatural.

Go to say you nothing. There is division betwixt the dukes, and a worse matter than that I have received a letter this night tis dangerous to be spoken. I have locked the letter in my closet. These injuries the King now bears will be revenged home. There is part of a power already footed. We must incline to the King. I will seek him and privily relieve him. Go you and maintain talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him perceived. If he ask for me, I

Exit this courtesy forbid thee. Shall the Duke instantly know, and of that letter too. This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me that which my father loses no less than all the younger rises when the old doth fall.

Exit Scene four, A part of the heath with a hovel storm continues. Enter lear Kent and the fall.

Here is the place, my lord, good, my lord, enter the tyranny of the open nights, too rough for nature to endure.

Let me alone, good, my lord enter here, wilt break my heart?

I had rather break mine own? Could my lord enter?

Thou think'stis much that this contentious storm invades us to the skin, so tis to thee. But where the greater malady is fixed, the letter is scarce. Else thou'lt shun a bear. But if thy flight lay towards the raging sea, thou'dst meet the bear in the mouth. When the mind's free, the body is delicate. 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 it? But I

Oh that way.

Madness lies, make me shun that. No more of that.

Good my lord, enter here.

Pretty, go in thyself, seek thine own knees. This tempest will not give me leave to ponder on things would hurt me more. But I'll go in in, boy, go first, you houseless poverty, Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. Exit the fall, poor naked wretches, wheresoeer you are by the pelting of this pitiless storm? How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, your loops and

Just Adam and arf, Adam and arf, poor harm.

Enter the fall from the hovel.

Come not in here, nuicole, Here's a spirit, help me, help.

Me give me thy hand. Who's there a spirit?

A spirit?

He says, his name's poor Tom.

What art thou that dust grumble there at the straw?

Come forth, enter Edgar, disguised as poor Tom Away.

The foul fiend follows me through the sharp orthorn, blows the cold wind. Hum, go to thy cold bed and warm thee.

Didst thou give all to thy two daughters? And art thou come to this?

Who gives anything to poor Tom whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through forward and whirlpool, our barg and quagmire that hath laid knives under his pillow and halters in his pew set rat's pain by his porridge made him proud of heart to ride on a bay trotting horse over four inched bridges to course his own shadow for a traitor. Bless thy five wets Tom's cold doo doo doody doody. Bless thee from whirlwind

Now?

And there? And there again and there?

What have his daughters brought him to this pass? Couldst thou say nothing? Didst thou give them all?

Nay?

He reserved a blanket? Else we had been all samed.

Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air hang fated all men's faults light on thy daughters.

Gee hath no daughter, Sir.

Death traitor. Nothing could have subdued nature to such loneness but his unkind daughters. Is it the fashion that discarded fathers should have thus little mercy on their flesh, judicious punishment twas this flesh begot those Pelican daughters.

Pillcock sat on pillycock Hill. Halloo ooh, halloo, Lou Lou.

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

Take heed of the foul fiend. Obey thy parents, Keep thy word justly, swear not commit not with man's sworn spouse. Set not thy sweetheart on proud array. Tom's a cold What hast thou been? A serving man? Proud in heart and mind that curled my hair, wore gloves in my cap, served the lust of my mistress's heart, and did the act of darkness with her. Swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face

Why thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies is man no more than this, Consider him well, thou ow'st the worm, no silk, the beast, no hide, the sheet, no wool, the cat, no perfume. Huh, Here's three ones are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself unaccommodated. Man is no more but such a poor bear forked animal as thou art off off you lending, come unbutton.

Here he tears off his clothes.

Prythee uncle be contented. Tis anoddy night to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old letcher's heart, a small spark all the rest one's body called. Look, here comes a walking fire enter Gloucester with a torch.

This is the foul fiend, Flippity Gibbit. He begins at curfew and walks till the first cock. He gives the web and the pen, squints the eye and makes the hair lip, mildews the white weight, and hurts the poor creature of earth. So with old footed thrice the old he met the nightmare and her ninefold, bid her a light and her troth plight. And I write the witch, I write thee.

How far's your grace?

What's he to Gloucester?

Who's there? What ist you seek?

What are you there?

Names poor tom that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the walnut, and the water, that, in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow dung for salads, swallows the old rat, and the ditch dog drinks the green mantle of the standing pool. Who is whipped from tithing to tithing and stuck to punished and imprisoned. Who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to his body, harsh to royd, and weapons to wear? But mice and rats and such small deer

What hath your grace no better company?

The Prince of darkness is a gentleman modo he's called and mahoo.

Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so vile that it doth hate what gets it?

Poor Tom's a cold Go.

In with me. My duty cannot suffer to obey in all your daughter's hard commands, though their injunction be to bar my doors and let this tyrannous knight take hold upon you. Yet have I ventured to come seek you out and bring you where both fire and food is ready?

First, let me talk with this philosopher. To Edgar, what is the cause of thunder?

Good? My lord, take this offer, go into the house.

I'll talk a word with this same learned theban To Edgar, what is your study?

How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin?

Let me ask you one word in private?

Lear and Edgar talk apart.

Importune him once more to go, my lord, his wits begin to unsettle.

Canst thou blame him? His daughters seek his death?

Ah?

That good? Can he said it would be thus, poor banished man, Thou sayest the king grows mad. I'll tell THEE, friend, I am almost mad myself. I had a son now outlawed from my blood. He sought my life. But lately, very late I loved him, friend, no father, his son dearer true to tell THEE the grief hath crazed my wits. What a knight's this? I do beseech your grace, Oh.

Cry you mercy, sir, noble philosophy, your company.

Tom's a cold in fellow. There into the hovel. Keep thee warm.

Come let in all this this way, my lord with him, I will keep still with my philosopher.

Good, my lord, soothe him, let him take the fellow. Take him you on, Sarah, come on, go along with us.

Come good Athenian.

No words, no words, Hush.

Child Roland to the dark tower came His word was still fie foe and FuMB I smell the blood of a British man.

Exiant. Scene five. A room in Gloucester's castle, Enter Cornwall, and Edmund.

I will have my revenge. Ere I depart his house.

How my Lord I may be censured. That nature thus gives way to loyalty. Something fears me to think of.

I now perceive it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition made him seek his death, but a provoking merit set a work by a reprovable badness in himself.

How malicious is my fortune that I must repent to be just? This is the letter he spoke of, which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France. Oh heavens that this treason were not or not I the detector.

Go with me to the Duchess.

If the matter of this paper be certain, you have mighty business in hand.

True or false. It hath made thee Earl of Gloucester seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our apprehension.

If I find him comforting the king, it will stuff his suspicion more fully. I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that and my blood.

I will lay trust upon THEE and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love.

Exellent Scene six. A chamber in a farmhouse adjoining the castle, enter Gloucester, lear Kent. The fool and.

Edgar here is better than the open air. Take it thankfully. I will peace out the comfort with what addition I can. I will not be long from you.

All the power of his wits have given way to his impatience. The gods reward your kindness.

Exit Gloucester.

Farrato calls me and tells me Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray innocent and beware of the foul faend prithe Nunko.

Tell me whether a madman be a gentleman or a yeoman, a king, a king. No, he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son. For he's a mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him to have.

A thousand with red burning spits come hissing in upon him.

The foul fain bites my back.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a hoarse oath.

It shall be done. I will arraign them straight to Edgar. Come sit thou here, most learned justiceir to the fool Thou safeien, sir, sit here? Now shall she foxes.

Look where he's downs and glares onst thou eyes a trial, Madam, Come o.

The barn Bessie to me her boat hath a leak, and she must not speak. Why she darest not come over to thee.

The foul fiend aunt's poor Tom, in the voice of a nightingale, happy dance cries in Tom's belly for two white herring croak, not black angel. I have no food for thee.

How do you, sir? Stand you not so amazed? Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions.

I'll see their trial first. Bring in their evidence to Edgar, thou robed man of justice, Take thy place to the fool, and thou his yoke fellow of equity, bench by his side, to Kent. You are of the commission, Sit you too.

Let us deal justly. Sleepiest or wakest thou jolly shepherd, thy sheep be in the corn, and for one blast of nouminikan mouth, thy sheep shall take no arm. Po Ah, the cat is gray.

The rein her first tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honorable assembly. She kicked the poor king her father.

Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?

She cannot deny it?

Cry you mercy. I took you for a joint stool.

And here's another who's warped and looks proclaim what store her heart is made on? Stop her?

There?

Arms, armed, sword fire, corruption in the place, false justice, sir? Why hast thou let her escape?

Bless thy five wets?

Oh pity, sir? Where is the patience now that you so oft have boasted to.

Retain my tears? Begin to take his part so much they'll mar my counterfeiting.

The little dogs and all tray Blanche and sweet heart, see they bark at me.

Tom will throw his head at them avauntchie curs, be thy mouth or black or white tooth that poisons. If it bite mastiff, greyhound, mongrel, grim hound, or spaniel brack or a lemb or bop tail tight or trundle tail, Tom will make them weep and whale for with throwing Thus my head, dogs leap the atch, and all are fled. Do d D D cessa, come march to wakes and fairs and market towns. Poor Tom thy arn is dry.

Then let them anatomize reagans. See what breeds about her heart? Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts? You, sir, I entertain you for one of my hundred only I do not like the fashion of your garments. You will say they are Persian, but let them be changed.

Now, good my lord, lie here and rest.

Awhile, make no noise, Make no noise, draw the curtains. So so we'll go to supply the morning.

And I'll go to bed at noon.

Enter Gloucester.

Come hither, friend, where is the king? My master?

Here, sir, but trouble him that his wits are gone.

Good friend, I prithee take him in thy arms. I have or heard a plot of death upon him. There is a litter. Ready, lay him in it, and drive towards dover, Friend, where thou shalt meet both welcome and protection. Take up thy master. If thou shouldst half an hour his life with thine and all that offer to defend him, stand in assured loss, take up, take up and follow me. That will to some provision give thee quick conduct.

O pressed nature sleeps. This rest might yet have bound thy broken sinews, which, if convenience will not allow, stand.

In hard cure to the fool.

Come help to bear thy master.

Come Come away exeant kent Gloucester in the full bearing off the king.

When we our betters see bearing our woes. We scarcely think our miseries are foes. Who alone suffers suffers most of the mind, leaving free things and happy shows behind. But then the man find much sufferance. Doth o'er skip when grief hath mates in bearing fellowship. How light and portable my pain seems now, When that which makes me bend makes the king bow He childed as I fathered talm away mark, the eye noises, and thyself berat. When false opinion, whose wrong thought defils thee in thy just

Exit Scene seven. A room in Gloucester's castle, Enter Cornwall, Reagan, Goneril, Edmund and servants.

To Goneril host speedily to my lord your husband, show him this letter. The army of France is landed. Seek out the traitor Gloucester excellence.

Some servants hang him instantly, pluck out his eyes, leave him to my displeasure, Edmund, keep you our sister company.

The revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father are not fit for your beholding. Advise the Duke where you are going to a most festinate preparation. We are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligent. Betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister, farewell my Lord of Gloucester.

Enter Oswald.

How now, where's the king?

My Lord of Gloucester hath conveyed him. Hence some five or six and thirty of his knights hot questrests after him, met him at gate, who with some other of the Lord's dependants are gone with him towards Dover, where they boast to have well armed friends.

Get all for your mistress.

Exit Oswald.

Farewell, sweet Lord and sister Edmund.

Farewell, Exiant Goneril and Edmund.

Go seek the traitor Gloucester. Pinion him like a thief. Bring him before.

Us exillent servants.

Though well, we may not pass upon his life without the form of justice. Yet our power shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men may blame but not control.

Enter Gloucester, brought in by two or three servants.

Who's there?

The traitor ingradful fox t is here?

Bind fast his corky arms.

What men, your graces good? My friends? Consider you are my guests, do mean no foul play friends.

Bind him, I say, servants, tie.

His hands, hard art, old, filthy trader.

Unmerciful lady as you are, I'm none.

To this chair. Bind him, villain, thou shalt find Reagan plucks his beard.

By the kind gods, tis most ignobly done to pluck me by.

The beard so white, and such a traitor.

Naughty lady. These hares which thou dost ravish from my chin will quicken and accuse thee. I am your host, with robbers hands, my hospitable favors. You should not ruffle. Thus, what will you do?

Come, sir? What letters had you late from France?

Be simple? Answered?

For we know the truth, and what confederacy have you with the traitors late footed in the kingdom?

To Whose hands have you sent the lunatic king? Speak?

I have a letter, guessingly set down, which came from one that's of a neutral heart, and not from one opposed.

Cunning and false. Where hast thou sent the king to Dover?

Wherefore de Dover? Wast thout not charged at Beryl?

Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer.

That I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the.

Course well boarded over sir, because.

I would not see thy cruel nails pluck out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce sister in his anointed flesh stick boorish fangs the sea with such a storm as his bare head in hell black night endur'd would have buoyed up and quench'd the stell'd fires. Yet, poor old heart, he hope the heavens to reign. If wolves had at thy gait howl'd that stern time, thou shouldst have said, good porter, turn the key, all cruels else subscrib'd. But I shall see the winged vengeance overtake such children see it.

Thou shalt never fellows, hold the chair upon these eyes of thine. I'll set my foot.

He that will think to live till he be old, give me some help, Oh cruel, Oh ye.

Gods, one side will mark another the other.

Do if you see vengeance?

Hold your hand, my lord. I have served you ever since I was a child. But better service have I never done you than now to bid you hold.

Oh, now, you dog.

If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel.

Cornwall draws his sword.

What do you mean, my villain?

He lunges at him.

Nay, then come on and take the chance of anger.

He wounds cornwall.

Give me thy sword, a peasant stand up.

Thus she takes a sword and runs at him behind.

Oh I am slain, my lord, you have one eye left to see some mischief on him?

Oh he dies, lest it seem more? Prevent it out, vile jelly. Where is thy lusteron now?

All dark and comfortless? Where's my son? Edmund? Edmund enkindle all the sparks of nature to quit this horrid act?

Thou dreader's villain? Thou call'st on him that hates thee. It was he that made the overture of thy treasons to us? Who is too good to bity thee?

O my follies? Then Edgar was abused. Kind gods, forgive me that and prosper him.

Go thrust him out at gates and let him smell his waded.

Over exit a servant with Gloucester.

How is it, my lord? How look you I.

Have received a Hurtllow me lady, turn out that eyeless villain. Throw this slave upon the dunghill. Reagan, I bleed apace untimely comes this hurt. Give me your.

Arm exit Cornwall, supported by Reagan.

I'll never care what wickedness I'd do if this man come to good.

If she lived long and in the end meet the old course of death, women will altern monsters.

Let's follow the old earl and get the bedlamb to lead him where he would. His roguish madness allows itself to anything.

Go thou. I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs to apply to his bleeding face.

Now Heaven help it exit by opposite doors. End of Act three, Act four, Scene one. The heath enter.

Edgar, yet better thus and known to be con ted, then still contemned and flattered to be worst, The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune stands still in experance, lives not in fear. The lamentable change is from the best the worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then, thou, unsubstantial air, that I embrace the wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst, owes nothing to thy blasts.

Enter Gloucester, led by an old man.

But who comes here my father poorly lad world, World, O world, But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee life would not yield to age.

Oh, my good Lord, I have been your tenant and your father's tenant these four score years away.

Get thee away, good friend, begone. Thy comforts can do me no good at all thee they may hurt.

You cannot see your way.

I have no way, and therefore want no eyes. I stumbled when I saw full oft tis seen our means secure us and our mere defects prove our commodities. Oh, dear son Edgar, the food of thy abused father's wrath. Might I but live to see thee in my touch? I'd say I had eyes again?

Oh No, who's there?

Oh God? Who est can say? I am at the worst? I am worse than heir I was?

Tis poor, mad tom.

And worse I may be. Yet the worst is not so long as we can say this is the worst fellow?

Where goest is it a beggar man?

Madman and beggar two?

He has some reason else he could not beg In the last night's storm, I such a fellow saw, which made me think a man a worm. My son came then into my mind, and yet my mind was then scarce. Friends with him, I have heard more since. As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods? They kill us for their sport.

How should this be bad? Is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, angering itself and others. Bless thee master, is.

That the naked fellow ay my lord, then prithee get thee gone. If for my sake thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain in the way toward dover, do it for ancient love, and bring some covering for this naked soul, which I'll entreat to lead.

Me alack, sir, he is mad.

Tis the time's plague when mad men lead the blind. Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure above the rest be gone?

I bring him the best peril that I have command?

What will exit surrah, naked fellow?

Poor Tom's a cold I cannot daub bit further.

Come hither, fellow, And.

Yet I must bless thy sweet eyes.

They plead knowest thou the waited dover.

Both stoyle and gait archway and footpath. Poor tarm hath been scared out of his good wit. Bless thee good Man's son from the foul fiend. Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once of lust, as obedicut obedidence, Prince of dumbness, Mahu of stealing, Modo of murder, flippity, Gibbet of mopping and mowing, who since possesses chambermaids and waiting women. So bless thee.

Master here take this purse, Thou whom the heaven's plagues have humbled to all strokes, that I am wretched, makes thee the happier heavens deal so still. Let the superfluous and lust dieted man that slaves your ordinance, that will not see because he does not feel fuel your power quickly. So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough. Dost thou know, dover, I master, there is a cliff whose high and bending head looks fearfully in the confined deep.

Give me thy arm. Poor Tom shall lead.

Thee exiant scene too. Before the Duke of Alban's palace enter Goneril and Edmund Oswald, meeting.

Them, Welcome, my lord, I marvel our mild husband not met us on the way. Now, where's your master.

Madam within, but never man so changed. I told him of the army that was landed. He smiled at it. I told him you were coming. His answer was the worse of Gloucester's treachery and the loyal service of his son. When I informed him. Then he called me sot and told me I had turned the wrong side out. What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him?

What like offensive to Edmund?

Then shall you go no further. It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake. He'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way may prove effects back Edmund to my brother. Hasten his musters and conduct his powers. I must change arms at home and give the dis staff into my husband's hands. This trusty servant shall pass between us ere long you are like to hear. If you dare venture in your own, behalf a mistress's.

Command giving a favor.

Wear this spare speech, Decline your head this kiss. If it durst speak, would stretch thy spirits up into the air. Conceive and fare.

Thee well yours in the ranks of death.

My most dear Gloucester.

Exit Edmund, oh.

The difference of man and man to thee. A woman's services are due my fool usurps my body.

Madam, Here comes my lord, Exit, enter albany.

I have been worth the whistle.

Oh goneril, you are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face. I fear your disposition. That nature which contemns it origin cannot be bordered. Certain in its she that herself will sliver and disbranch from her material sap must perforce whither and come to deadly.

Use no more. The text is foolish.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile filths. Savor but themselves. What have you done? Tigers not daughters? What have you performed? A father and a gracious aged man whose reverence even the head lugged bear would lick, most barbarous, most degenerate? Have you madded? Could my good brothers suffer you to do it? A man a prince by him so benefited? If that the heavens do not their visible spirits send quickly down to tame these vile offenses, it

Milk livered man the bearest cheek for blows, I head for wrongs who hast not in thy brows, and I discerning thine honor from thy suffering that not knowest fools? Do those villains pity who are punished ere they have done their mischief? Where's thy drum? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land with plumed helm. Thy slayer begins threats, whilst thou, a mortal fool, sits still and criest alac. Why does he so.

See thyself devil? Proper deformity seems not in the fiend so horrid as.

In woman, Oh vain fool, Thou.

Changed and self covered thing? For shame, de monster, not thy feature wit my fitness to let these hands obey my blood. They are apt enough to dislocate and tear thy flesh and bones. Howe'er thou art a fiend, a woman's shape doth shield.

Thee marry your manhood?

Now enter a messenger, What news.

Oh my good lord? The Duke of Cornwall's dead, slain by his servant going to put out the other eye.

Of Gloucester Glocester's eyes.

A servant that he bred thrilled with remorse opposed against the act, bending his sword to his great master, who thereat and rage flew on him and amongst them felt him dead, but not without that harmful stroke, which, since hath plucked him.

After this shows you are above you justicers, that these are nether crime. So speedily convenge, Oh poor Gloucester lost, he is other.

I both both, my lord. This letter, Madam craves a speedy answer tis from your sister.

One way I like this well, but being widow and my Gloucester with her, may all the building in my fancy pluck upon my hateful life. Another way, the news is not so tart. I'll read an answer.

Exit.

Where was his son when they did take his eyes?

Come with my lady hither?

He is not here.

No, my good lord, I met him back again. Knows he the wickedness I, my good lord, twas he informed against him and quit the house on purpose that their punishment might have the freer course.

Gloucester. I live to thank THEE for the love thou ShoWest the king, and to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend, tell me what more thou know'st exant.

Scene three, the French camp near Dover, and to Kent and a gentleman.

Why the King of France has so suddenly gone back? Know you the reason?

Something he left imperfect in the state which, since his coming forth is thought of, which imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, that his personal return was most required and necessary.

Who hath he left behind him?

General, the Mareschal of France, Monsieur lefarre?

Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief?

Ay? Sir? She took them, read them in my presence, and now and then an ample tear trilled down her delicate cheek. It seemed she was a queen over her passion, who most rebel like sought to be king oer her.

Oh, then it moved her not to.

A rage, patience and sorrow strove who should express her goodliest you have seen sunshine and rain at once? Her smiles and tears were like a better day, those happy smilets that played on her ripe lip. Seemed not to know what guests were in her eyes, which parted thence as pearls from diamonds dropped in brief sorrow would be a rarity most beloved, if all could so become.

It made she no verbal question.

Faith. Once or twice she heaved the name of Father pantingly forth, as if it pressed her heart. Cried sisters, sisters, shame of ladies, sisters, kent father, sisters. What if the storm in the night let pity not be believed? There she shook the holy water from her heavenly eyes and clamor moistened. Then away she started to deal with grief alone.

It is the stars, the stars above us, govern our conditions. Else oneself, mate and mate could not beget such different issues. You spoke not with her sense? No was this before the king returned? No, since, well, sir, the poor distressed liers in the town, who sometimes in his better tune, remembers what we are come about, and by no means will yield to see his daughter.

Why, good sir, a sovereign.

Shame so elbows him. His own unkindness that stripped her from his benediction, turned her to foreign casualties, gave her dear rights to his dog hearted daughters. These things sting his mind so venomously that burning shame detains him from Cordelia, A.

Lack poor gentleman of.

Albaniese and Cornwall's powers you heard.

Not tis so they are afoot Well.

Sir, I'll bring you to our master lear and leave you to attend him some dear cause will in concealment wrap me up a while. When I am known aright, you shall not grieve lending me this sequaintance, I pray you go along with.

Me, exiant scene for the French camp a tent, and to Cordelia, physician and soldiers.

A lack tis he why he was met even now as mad as the vexed sea, singing aloud, crowned with rank fumitu and furrow weeds, with har loocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo flowers, darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow in our sustaining corn. To soldiers a century, send forth, search every acre in the high grown field, and bring him to our.

Eye, Exiant soldiers, to physician.

What can man's wisdom in the restoring his breathed sense he that helps him take all my outward worth?

There is means, madam, our fast and nurse of nature is reposed which he lacks, that to provoke in him are many simple as operative whose power will close the eye of anguish.

All blessed secrets, all you, unpublished virtues of the earth spring with my tears, be aident and remediate in the good man's distress. Seek seek for him, lest his ungoverned rage dissolve the life that wants the means to lead it.

Enter a messenger, news, Madam, the British powers are marching hitherward.

Tis known before our preparation stands in expectation of them. Oh, dear father, it is thy business that I go about. Therefore, great France, my mourning and important tears hath pitied. No blown ambition doth our arms in sight, But love, dear love, and our aged father's right. Soon may I hear and see him.

Exent Scene five a room in Gloucester's castle, and to Reagan and Oswald.

But are my brother's powers set forth? I madam himself in person.

There, Madam, with much ado, Your sister is the better soldier.

Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home, No, Madam, what might im brought my sister's letter to him?

I know not, Lady.

Faith, he has posted ends on serious matter. It was great ignorance Gloucester's eyes being out to let him live where he arrives. He moves all hearts against us. Edmund I think is gone in pity of his misery, to despatch his knighted life. Moreover, to descry the strength of the enemy.

I must needs after him, Madam. With my letter, our.

Troops set forth tomorrow. Stay with us. The ways are dangerous.

I may not, Madam, my lady charged my duty in this business?

Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you transport her purposes by word? But like something I know not what, I'll love thee much.

Let me unseal the letter, Madam, I had rather.

I know your lady does not love her husband. I am sure of that, And at her late being here, she gave strange ayeliads and most speaking looks to noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom, I madam, I speak an understanding you are. I know it. Therefore, I do advise you take this note. My lord is dead, Edmund and I have talked, and more convenient as he for my hand than for your ladies. You may add more. If you do find him, pray you give him this.

Would I could meet him?

Madam?

I should show what party I do follow fairly well.

Exiant Scene six the country near Dover, enter Gloucester, and Edgar dressed as a peasant.

When shall I come to the top of that same hell?

You do?

Climb up it?

Now? Look how we labor?

Methinks the ground is even.

Horrible steep hark. Do you hear the sea?

No?

Truly?

Why then your other senses grow imperfect by your eyes anguish?

So may it be? Indeed, methinks thy voice is altered, and thou speakest in better phrase and matter than that dotst You.

Are much deceived In nothing am I changed? But in my.

Garments methinks you're better spoken.

Come on, sir, here's the place. Stand still. How fearful and dizzy tis to cast one's eyes so low? The crows and chuffs that wing the midway air show scarce so gross as beetles. Half way down hangs one that gathers samphire a dreadful trade. Methinks he seems no bigger

Set me where you stand, Give me your hand.

You are now within a foot of the extreme verge for all beneath the moon. Would I not leap upright?

Let go my hand? Hear friends another purse in it, a jewel well worth a poor man's taking. Fairies and gods prosper it with thee go thou further off, Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee.

Going now, fare you well, good sir, with all my heart. Why I do trifle thus with his despair is done to cure it.

Kneeling, O, you, mighty gods, this world I do renounce, and in your sights shake patiently my great affliction off. If I could bear it longer and not fall to quarrel with your great opposeless wills my snuff and loathed part of nature should burn itself out if edgar live, Oh bless him now, fellow fare thee.

Well gone, sir, farewell.

Gloucester throws himself forward.

And yet I know not how conceit may rob the treasury of life when life itself yields to the theft. Had he been where he thought? By this? Had thought been passed alive or dead? O you, sir friend, here you, sir, speak thus mighty pass Indeed, yet he revives, sir, what are you? Sir?

Away?

And let me die?

Hadst thou been aught? But gossamer feathers air so many fathom down precipitating, thou'dst shiver like an egg, But thou dost breathe hast heavy substance, bleedst not speaks art sound ten mass at each make not the altitude which thou hast perpendicularly fell Thy life is a miracle. Speak yet again?

But have I fallen?

Or no?

From the dread summit of this chalky born look up a height The shrill gorged lark so far cannot be seen nor heard. But do but look up.

A lack I have no eyes? Is wretchedness deprived that benefit to end itself by death? Twas yet some comfort when misery could beguile the tyrant's rage and frustrate his proud will.

Give me your arm up. So howest will you your legs?

You stand too well, too well, this is a.

Pole strangeness upon the crown of the cliff. What thing was that which parted from you?

A poor, unfortunate beggar.

As I stood here below, he thought his eyes were two full moons. He had a thousand noses, horned, welked, and waved like the enriched sea. It was some fiend. Therefore, thou happy father, think that the clearest gods, who make them honors of men's impossibility, have preserved thee.

I do remember now. Henceforth I'll bear affliction till it do cry out itself enough enough and die. That thing you speak of, I took it for a man, often twould say the fiend, the fiend he led me to that place.

Bear free and patient thoughts. But who comes.

Here into lear fantastically dressed with wild flowers?

The safest sense will ne'er accommodate his master.

Thus, no, they cannot touch me for coining. I am the king himself.

Oh thou side, piercing sight.

Nature's above art in that respect, there's your press money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow keeper. Draw me a clother's yard. Look, look a mouse, Peace, peace, This piece of toasted cheese will do it. There's my gauntlet. I'll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. Oh well, flown bird? Is the cloud? Did the cloud? Who give the word?

Sweet marger pass?

I know that voice.

He falls to his knees.

Huh, goneril with a white beard. They flattered me like a dog and told me I had white hairs in my beard. There the black ones were there to say aye and no to everything I said ay and no too? Was no good divinity? When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter, when the thunder would not piece at my bidding. There I found them there, I smelt em out, go to They are not men of their words. They told me I was everything tis a lie.

I'm not egg you proof the trick of that voice? I do well. Remember it's not the king.

Ay, every inch a king. When I do stare see how the subject quakes, I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause? Adultery thou shalt not die di for adultery. No, the wren goes to it, and the small gilded flight as a letter in my sight, let copulation thrive. For Gloucester's bastard son was kinder to his father than my daughter's. Got between the lawful sheets to it luxury pell mell

There's money for thee he gives flowers.

Oh, let me kiss that hand.

Let me wipe it first. It smells of mortality.

A ruined piece of nature. This great world shall so wear out to nought. Dost thou know me?

I remember thine eyes well enough? Dost thou squiny at me?

No?

Did I've worst blind? Cupid? While not love? Read thou this challenge mark, But the penning of it.

Were all the letters sons. I could not see one.

I would not take this from report it is, and my heart breaks, said.

It read what with the case of eyes?

Oh oh, are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor no money in your purse. Your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in the light. Yet you see how this world goes?

I see it feelingly?

What ard mad a man may see how the world goes with no eyes? Look with thine ears, see how yon justice rails upon yon simple thief hark in thine ear, change places and handy andy, Which is the justice? Which is the thief? Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar, Hi, sir, and the creature runs from the cur There Thou might'st behold the great image of authority. A dog's obeyed in office, Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand. Why dost thou lash that haar strike the

So oh, matter and impersonency mixed reason in madness.

If thou wilt weep my fortunes my eyes, I know THEE well enough. Thy name is Gloucester. Thou must be patient. We came crying hither Thou know'st the first time we smelt the air, we wall and cry. I will preach to THEE.

Mark he takes off his coronet of flowers.

Alack, alack.

The day 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 sure a troop of horse with feldt I'll put in proof. And when I have stolen upon these sons in law, then kill, kill, kill, kill kill.

He throws down his flowers and stamps on them. Enter a gentleman and two attendants, Gloucester and Edgar. Draw back.

Oh here he is. Lay hand upon him, Sir, your most dear daughter.

No rescue. What a prisoner I am, even the natural fool of fortune. Use me well, you shall have ransom, Let me have surgeons. I am cut to the brains. You shall have anything, No seconds or myself. Why this would make a man of salt to use his eyes for garden water pots aye, and for laying autumn's dust. I will die bravely like a smug bridegroom. What I will be jovial? Come come, I am a king. My masters know.

You that you are a royal one. And we obey you.

Then there's life in't nay and you get it. You shall get it by running sartha Arthur.

Exit, running, followed by attendants.

A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch past speaking of in a king, thou hast one daughter her who redeems nature from the general curse which twain have brought her to hail. Gentle sir, sir, speed you. What's your will?

Do you hear aught serve a battle toward.

Most sure and vulgar? Every one hears that which can distinguish sound.

But by your favor? How near is the other army near?

And on speedy foot? The main descry stands on the hourly thought.

I thank you, sir.

That's all though, that the Queen, on special cause is here, her army is moved on.

I thank you, sir.

Exit, gentlemen, you ever, gentle gods, take my breath from me, Let not my worser spirit tempt me again to die before you.

Please well pray you father.

Now, good sir, what are you?

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

Heart, the bounty and the benison of heaven, to boot and boot and to.

Oswald a proclaimed prize.

Most happy that eyeless head of thine was first framed flesh to raise my fortunes, thou old, unhappy traitor, briefly thyself. Remember the sword is out that must destroy thee.

Now let thy friendly hand put strength enough to it.

Edgar intervenes.

Wherefore, bold peasant, dost thou support a published traitor, Hence, lest that the infection of his fortune take like hold on thee, let go his arm.

Shall not lack go, sir without fur occasion.

Let go slave, or thou diest.

Good gentlemen, go your gait and let poor vote pass, and Chadapin swaggered out of my life. Two not been so long as tis way of wortnight. Nay, I'm not near the old man. Keep out to wurry your eyes. Try whether you're cast out of my shall be playing with you out.

Dunghill, you'll pit your teeth.

Ser come no matter for your voins they fight.

Slay Thou hast slain me, villain, Take my purse, if ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body, and give the letters which thou findest about me to Edmund, Earl of Gloucester. Seek him out upon the British party. Oh, untimely death.

Ugh, I know thee well, A serviceable villain as duty as to the vices of my mistress's badness would desire.

What is he dead?

Sit you down, father, rest you. Let's see these pockets, the letters that he speaks of. May be my friend, he's dead. I'm only sorry he had no other death's man. Let us see leave gentle wax and manners. Blame us not to know our enemy's minds. We'd rip their hearts their papers. Is more lawful he reads the letter. Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You have many opportunities to cut him off. If your will want not, time and

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 severed from my griefs and woes by wrong imaginations lose the knowledge of themselves.

Give me your hand far off, methinks I hear the beaten drum. Come father, I'll bestow you with a friend.

Exiant scene seven, a tent in the French camp, lear on a bed asleep, soft music playing, Enter Cordelia and Kent, physician, gentlemen and others attending, O thou good Kent.

How shall I live and work to match thy goodness? My life will be too short, and every measure will fail.

Me to be acknowledged, Madam is or paid. All my reports go with the modest truth, nor more nor clipped.

But so be better suited. These weeds are memories of those worser hours. I prithee put them off.

Pardon dear madam, yet to be known shortens my made intent, my boon. I make it that you know me not till time, and I think.

Meet then be it so, my good Lord, to the physician, how does.

The king madam sleep still.

Cure this great breach in his abused nature, the untuned and jarring senses? Oh, wind up of this child changed father.

So please your majesty, that we may wake the king he hath slept long.

Be governed by your knowledge, and proceed in the sway of your own will? Is he arrayed?

Ay, Madam, in the heaviness of sleep, we put fresh garments on him.

Be by, good Madam, when we do awake him. I doubt not of his temperance very.

Well, music, sounds of stage.

Please you door near louder the music there.

Kneeling by the chair and kissing his hand.

Oh, my dear father, restoration, Hang thy medicine on my lips, and let this kiss repair those violent harms that my two sisters have in thy reverence.

Made kind and dear princess.

Had you not been their father, these white flakes had

Speak to him, madam, do you tis fittest?

How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty?

You do me wrong to take me out the grave? Thou art a soul in bliss, But I am bound upon a wheel of fire that mine own tears do scald like molten lead.

Sir, do know me?

You are a spirit?

I know?

When did you die?

Still?

Still far wide?

He's scarce awake, let him alone, Awhile 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 will not swear. These are my hands that sea, I feel this pin prick. Would I were assured of my condition?

Oh look upon me, sir, and hold your hands in benediction, or.

Me lear falls to his knees.

No Sir, you must not kneel.

Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish, fond old man for score and upward, not an hour more nor less, and to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mine. The methinks I should know you and know this man. Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant what place this is, and all the skill I have remembers not these garments, nor I know not where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me, for as I am a man, I think this lady to be my child Cordelia.

And so I am I am.

Be your tears wet, yes, faith, I pray, weep not. If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me, for your sisters have as I do, remember, done me wrong. You have some cause, they have not no cause.

No cause?

Am I in France, in your own kingdom, Sir, do not abuse me.

Be comforted, good madam. The great rage you see is killed in him, And yet it is danger to make him even or the time he has lost, desire him to go in trouble him no more till further settling.

Will it please your highness walk you must bear with me.

Bray you now forget and forgive. I am old and foolish.

Exit all but Kent and gentleman.

Holds it true, sir that the Duke of Cornwall was so slain?

Most certain, Sir.

Who is conductor of his people?

As tis said the bastard son of.

Gloucester, They say, Edgar, his banished son, is with the Earl of Kent in Germany.

Report is changeable. Tis time to look about the powers of the kingdom. Approach apace.

The arbitrament is like to be bloody. Fare you well, sir.

Exit.

My point and period will be thoroughly wrought or well or ill as this day's battle's fought.

Exit. End of Act four, Act five, Scene one. The camp of the British forces near Dover enter with drum and colors, Edmund Reagan, officers, soldiers and others.

To an officer know of the Duke, if his last purpose hold or whether since he is advised by Aught to change the.

Course to Reagan.

He's full of alteration and self reproving to an officer, bring his constant pleasure.

Exit Officer.

Our sister's man is certainly misgarried.

Tis to be doubted. Madam.

Now as we Lord, you know the goodness I intend upon you, tell me but truly, but then speak the truth. Do you not love my sister in honored love? But have you never found my brother's way to be the fourfended.

Place that thought abuses you?

I am doubtful that you have been conjunct and bosomed with her. As far as we.

Call us, no bind mine, honor, Madam.

I never shall endure dear my Lord, be not familiar with her.

Fear me not She and the Duke her.

Husband enter with drum and colors, Albany, goneril and soldiers.

I had rather lose the battle than that sister should loosen him and me.

Our very loving sister, well be met, Sir. This I heard the King is come to his daughter with others whom the rigor of our state forced to cry out where I could not be honest. I never yet was valiant for this business. It toucheth us as France invades our land, not bolts the king with others whom I fear most just and heavy causes make a pose.

Sir, you speak nobly?

Why is this reasoned?

Combine together against the enemy. For these domestic and particular broils are not the question here.

Let's then determine with the ancient of war on our proceeding.

I shall attend you presently at your text.

Sister, you'll go with us, No to the most convenient pray you go with us?

Oh, I know the riddle.

I will go excellent both the armies as Albany is going out, Enter Edgar.

If ere your grace had speech with man so poor, hear me one word to his captains.

I'll overtake you to Edgar.

Speak before you fight the battle. Ope this letter. If you have victory, let the trumpet sound for him that brought it wretched. Though I seem I can produce a champion that will prove what is avouched there. If you miscarry your business of the world, hath so an end and machination ceases fortune?

Love you Stay till I have read the letter.

I was forbid it. When time shall serve, Let but the herald cry, and I'll appear again.

Exit Why fare thee well, I will o'erlook thy paper.

Enter Edmund.

The enemies in view, draw up your powers. Here is the guess of their true strength and forces by diligent discovery. But your haste has now urged on you.

We will greet the time.

Exit to both these sisters have I sworn my love, each jealous of the other as the stung are of the adder. Which of them shall I take? Both? Um one or neither neither can be enjoyed? Of both remain alive. To take the widow exasperates makes matter, sister goneril, and hardly shall I carry out my side. Her husband, being alive now, then will use his countenance for the battle which being done. Let her, who would be rid of him, devise his speedy taking off, as for the mercy which

Exit Scene two, a field between the two camps, Alarum within, Enter with drum and colors, lear, Cordelia holding his hand, and soldiers over the stage and exitent Enter Edgar and Gloucester.

Here, Father, take the shadow of this tree for your good host. Pray that the right may thrive. If ever I return to you again, I'll bring you comfort grace, go with you, sir.

Exit Edgar Alarum and retreat within. Enter Edgar away, old man, give me thy hand. Away, King Lear hath lost he and his daughter ten give me thy hand.

Come on no further, sir, A man may rot even here what.

In ill thought? Again, men must endure their going. Hence, even as they're coming hither ripeness is all.

Come on, and that's true too.

Exeant Scene three. The British camp near Dover enter in Conquest with Drum and colors, Edmund, Lea and Cordelia as prisoners, officers, soldiers, et cetera.

Some officers take them away good guard until their greater pleasures first be known, that are to censor them.

We are not the first who, with best meaning, have incurred the worst for the oppressed king. I am cast down myself, could else out frown false fortunes frown to Edmund. Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters?

No, no, no, no, Come let's away to prison. We two alone will sing like birds of 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 gilded 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 the mystery of things as if we were God's spies. And we'll wear out in

He embraces her.

He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven and fire. As hence, like foxes wipe thine eyes. The good years shall devour them flesh and fell ere they shall make us weep. We'll see em starve.

First come excellent Lear and Cordelia guarded.

Come hither, captain Hark. Take thou this note, go follow them to prison. One step I advanced thee. If thou dost as this instructs thee, thou dost make thy way to noble fortunes. Know thou this that men are as the time is to be tender minded, does not become a sword. Thy great employment will not bear question either say thou doot or thrive by other means. I'll do it, my Lord, about it, and right happy when thou hast done mark, I say, instantly, and carry it so as I have set it down.

I cannot draw a cart nor eat dry oats. If it be man's work, I'll do it.

Exit, flourish, enter Albany, Goneril, Reagan and officers.

Sir, you have showed to day your valiant strain and fortune led you well. You have the captives who are the opposites of this day's strife. We do require them of you, so to use them as we shall find their merits, and our safety may equally determine.

Sir, I thought it fit to send the old and miserable king to some retention and appointed guard, whose age has charms in it, with title more to pluck the common bosom on his side, and turn our impressed 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 further space, to appear where you shall hold your session. At this time we

Sir, by your patience, I hold you but a subject of this war, not as a brother.

That's as we list to grace him. Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded ere you had spoke so a he led our powers for the commission of my place in person, the which immediacy he may well stand up and call itself your brother.

Not so hot in his own grace, he doth exalt himself more than in your addition.

In my rights. By me invested, he can bears the best.

That were the most. If he should husband.

You jestures, do oft prove profits.

Halla, Halla, that I that told you so looked but a squint.

Lady, I am not well. Else I should answer from a full.

Flowing stomach to Edmund.

General, take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony, dispose of them of me. The walls are thine witness the world that I create there, my lord Avda mean.

You to enjoy him.

The let alone lies not in your good will nor in thine lord, half blooded fellow.

Yes to Edmund, let the drums, drike and prove my idle.

Thine stay yet here, reason edmund, I arrest thee on capital treason, and in thine arrest this gilded serpent.

He points to Goneril.

For your claim, fair sister, I bar it in the interest of my wife Tis. She is subcontracted to this lord, and I her husband, contradict your bands. If you will marry, make your loves to me. My lady is bespoke on interlude. Thou art armed Gloucester. Let the trumpets if none appear to prove upon thy person, thy heinous manifest and many treasons. There is my pledge.

He throws down his glove.

I'll prove it on thy heart. Ere I taste bread. Thou art in nothing less than I have here proclaimed thee.

Sick, oh sick.

If not, I'll ne'er trust medicine.

There's my exchange, throwing down his glove.

What in the world he is that names me traitor villain? Like he lies? Call by thy trumpet, he that dares approach on him on you who not, I will maintain my truth and honor firmly.

A herald ho enter, a herald trust to thy single virtue for thy soldiers all levied in my name have in my name took their discharge.

My sickness grows upon me.

She is not well. Convey her to my tent.

Exit. Reagan supported a herald, ho a herald. A trumpet sounds.

If any man of quality or degree within the lists of the army will maintain upon Edmund supposed, Earl of Gloucester, that he is a manifold traitor, Let him appear by the third sound of the trumpet. He is bold in his defense.

First trumpet again, Second trumpet again, third trumpet, trumpet answers within enter Edgar, armed a trumpet before him, Ask.

Him his purposes? Why he appears upon this call the trumpet?

What are you?

You name?

Your quality? And why you answer this present summons?

No, my name is lost by treason's tooth, bare norn and canker bit. Yet, my noble the adversary, I come to cope.

Which is that adversary?

What's he that speaks for Edmund, Earl of Gloucester himself?

What sayest thou to him?

Draw thy sword? That if my speech offend a noble heart, thy arm may do thee justice here is mine? He draws his sword, behold, it is the privilege of mine, honors, my oath, and my profession. I protest Morga, thy strength, youth, place, and eminence, despite thy victor's sword and fire, new fortune,

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 those treasons to thy head with the hell hated lie, or whelm thy heart, which for they yet glance by and scarcely bruise. This sword of mine shall give them instant way where they shall rest forever.

Trumpets speak alarums fights. Edmond falls to Edgar about to kill Edmund, Save.

Him, Save him.

This is mere practice Gloucester. By the law of arms. Thou wast not bound to answer an unknown opposite. Thou art not vanquished, but cozened and beguile.

Shut your mouth, Dame, or with this paper I shall stop it.

Hold sir to Goneril.

Thou worse than any name. Read thine own evil, no tearing, Lady. I perceive you know it.

Say if I do, the laws are mine, not thine. Who can arraign me for it?

Most monstrous? Knowst thou this paper?

Ask me not what I know?

Exit Goneril, Go after her.

She's desperate.

Govern her, Exit Officer.

What you have charged me with?

That?

Have I done? 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 let's exchange charity. I am no less in blood than thou Art Edmund. If more more thou hast wronged me. My name is Edgar and thy father's son. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us the dark and vicious place where thee god cost him his eyes.

Thou hast spoken right? Tis true? The wheel is come full circle.

I am here, methought thy very gait did prophecy a royal nobleness. I must embrace thee. Let sorrow split my heart if ever I did hate thee or thy father worthy prince, I note, where have you hid yourself? How have you known the miseries of your father.

By nursing them? My lord, list a brief tale, and when tis told, how my heart would burst. The bloody proclamation to escape that followed me so near, Oh, our live sweetness, that with the pain of death, we'd hourly die rather than die at once taught me to shift into a madman's rags, to assume a semblance that very dogs disdained. And in this habit that I my father, with his bleeding rings their precious stones new lost, became his guide, led him, begged for him, saved him from despair.

The speech of yours hath moved me, and shall perchance too good. But speak you once you look as you had something more to say.

If there be more more, woeful, hold it in, for I am almost ready to dissolve.

Hearing of this, this would have seemed appear to such as love not sorrow, But another to amplify too much would make much more and top extremity. Whilst I was big in clamor, came there a man, who, having seen me in my worst estate, shunned my abhorred society. But then finding who twas that so endured with his strong arms. He fastened on my neck and bellowed out as he'd

Enter a gentleman with a bloody knife.

Help help, Oh help.

What kind of help?

Speak man?

What means that bloody knife tis hot?

It smokes? It came even from the heart of Oh she's dead?

Who dead?

Speak man?

Your lady, sir, your lady and her sister by her is poisoned. She hath confessed it.

I was contracted to them both. All three now marry in an instant.

Here comes Kent, and to Kent.

Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead. This judgment of the heaven that makes us tremble, touches us not with pity.

Exit, gentlemen, I am come to bid my king and master, I good night? Is he not here?

Great thing of us? Forgot? Speak Edmund? Where's the king? And where's Cordelia?

Goneril's and Reagan's bodies are brought out black?

Why thus yet Edmund was beloved the one the other poisoned for my sake, and after slew.

Herself even so cover their faith.

I pant for life. Some good I mean to do despite of mine own nature quickly said, be brief in it to the castle, for my writ is on the life of Leir and on Cordelia. Nay, send in.

Time, run run o, run to who, my lord, who has the office? Send thy token of reprieve well thought odd.

To an officer, take my sword, give it to the captain Hastee for thy life.

Exit officer.

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 forbid herself.

The gods defend her bear him.

Hence a while Edmund is borne off enter Lear with Cordelia in his arms, followed by the officer and others.

How how, how, how oh you are men of stone, and I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so that Heaven's vultur'd crack.

She's gone for ever. I know when one is dead and when one lives. She is dead as earth. Lend me a looking glass. If that her breath will mist or stain the stone? Why he then she lives?

Is this the promised end or image of that horror?

Fall?

And cease?

This feather stirs? She lives? If it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.

Oh, my good master.

Prithee away tis noble, kent your friend.

The plague upon you, murderers, trait us all. I might have saved her. Now she's gone for ever. Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little? Ah, what est thou sayest? Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman? I killed the slave that was a hanging thee did I not, fellow? I have seen the day with my good biting falshion that I would have made them skip. I am old now, and these same crosses spoil me.

Who are you?

Mine? Eyes are not the best. I'll tell you straight.

If fortune brag of two she loved and hated one of them, we behold.

This is a dull sight?

Are you not kent the same? Your servant kent? Where is your servant chaos?

He's a good fellow. I can tell you that he'll strike, and quickly too. He's dead and rotten.

No, my good lord, I am the very men.

I'll see that straight.

That from your first of difference and decay have followed your sad step.

You're welcome hither.

Nor no man else. All's cheerless, dark and deadly. Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves and desperately are dead.

Aye, So I think.

He knows not what he says. And vain is it that we present us to him?

Very bootless?

Enter a messenger.

Edmund is dead, my lord.

That's 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 to Edgar and kent to you your rights with boot and such addition as your honors have more than merited. All friends shall taste the wages of their virtue and all the cup of their deservings. Oh see see.

And my poor fool is hanged. No, no, no life. Why should a dog ohes a rat have life? And thou no breath at all? Thou come no more, 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 he dies.

He faints, My lord, my lord, break heart, I prithee, break look up, my lord, that's not his ghost.

Oh let him pass. He hates him, that would upon the wreck of this rough world stretch him out longer.

He is gone.

Indeed, though wonder is he hath endured so long he but usurped his life.

Bear them from Hence our present business is general woe to Kent and Edgar. Friends of my soul, You twain rule this realm, and the Gord state sustain.

I have a journey, sir, shortly to go, My master calls me. I must not say no.

The weight of this sad, sad time. We must obey, speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest have borne. Most we that are young shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Exen with a dead march. End of King Lear by William Shakespeare