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rough tatter'd cloathes great Vices do appeare: Robes,
and Furr'd gownes hide all. Place sinnes with Gold, and
the strong Lance of Iustice, hurtlesse breakes: Arme it in
ragges, a Pigmies straw do's pierce it. None do's offend,
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none, I say none, Ile able 'em; take that of me my Friend,
who haue the power to seale th' accusers lips. Get thee
glasse‐eyes, and like a scuruy Politician, seeme to see the
things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now. Pull off my
Bootes: harder, harder, so.
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Alacke, alacke the day.
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You shall haue any thing.
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You are a Royall one, and we obey you.
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Haile gentle Sir.
Sir, speed you: what's your will?
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Do you heare ought (Sir) of a Battell toward.
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I thanke you Sir, that's all.
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I thanke you Sir.
Well pray you Father.
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Now good sir, what are you?
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Let go Slaue, or thou dy'st.
Good Gentleman goe your gate, and let poore
volke passe: and 'chud ha'bin zwaggerd out of my life,
'twould not ha'bin zo long as 'tis, by a vortnight. Nay,
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come not neere th'old man: keepe out che vor'ye, or Ile
try whither your Costard, or my Ballow be the harder;
chill be plaine with you.
Out Dunghill.
Chill picke your teeth Zir: come, no matter vor
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your foynes.
EdmundEarle of Glouster: seeke him out
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What, is he dead?
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Reads the Letter.
opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and
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place will be fruitfully offer'd. There is nothing done. If hee
returne the Conqueror, then am I the Prisoner, and his bed, my
Gaole, from the loathed warmth whereof, deliuer me, and supply
the place for your Labour.
Your (Wife, so I would say) affectionate Seruant. Gonerill.
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Scena Quinta. [Act 4, Scene 5]
When shall I come to th'top of that same hill?
You do climbe vp it now. Look how we labor.
Me thinkes the ground is eeuen.
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No truly.
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Me thinkes y'are better spoken.
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Set me where you stand.
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Now fare ye well, good Sir.
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With all my heart.
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Edgarliue, O blesse him:
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Away, and let me dye.
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But haue I falne, or no?
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Too well, too well.
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A poore vnfortunate Beggar.
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O thou side‐piercing sight!
Nature's aboue Art, in that respect. Ther's your
Presse‐money. That fellow handles his bow, like a Crowkeeper:
draw mee a Cloathiers yard. Looke, looke, a
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Mouse: peace, peace, this peece of toasted Cheese will
doo't. There's my Gauntlet, Ile proue it on a Gyant.
Bring vp the browne Billes. O well flowne Bird: i'th'
clout, i'th' clout: Hewgh. Giue the word.
Sweet Mariorum.
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Passe.
I know that voice.
Ha! Gonerill with a white beard? They flatter'd
me like a Dogge, and told mee I had the white hayres in
my Beard, ere the blacke ones were there. To say I, and
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no, to euery thing that I said: I, and no too, was no good
Diuinity. When the raine came to wet me once, and the
winde to make me chatter: when the Thunder would not
peace at my bidding, there I found 'em, there I smelt 'em
out. Go too, they are not men o'their words; they told
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me, I was euery thing: 'Tis a Lye, I am not Agu‐proofe.
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Behold yond simpring Dame, whose face betweene her
Forkes presages Snow; that minces Vertue, & do's shake
the head to heare of pleasures name. The Fitchew, nor
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the soyled Horse goes too't with a more riotous appetite:
Downe from the waste they are Centaures, though
Women all aboue: but to the Girdle do the Gods inherit,
beneath is all the Fiends. There's hell, there's darkenes,
there is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench,
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consumption: Fye, fie, fie; pah, pah: Giue me an Ounce
of Ciuet; good Apothecary sweeten my immagination:
There's money for thee.
O let me kisse that hand.
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I remember thine eyes well enough: dost thou
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squiny at me? No, doe thy worst blinde Cupid, Ile not
loue. Reade thou this challenge, marke but the penning
of it.
Were all thy Letters Sunnes, I could not see.
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Read.
What with the Case of eyes?
Oh ho, are you there with me? No eies in your
head, nor no mony in your purse? Your eyes are in a heauy
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case, your purse in a light, yet you see how this world
goes.
I see it feelingly.
What, art mad? A man may see how this world
goes, with no eyes. Looke with thine eares: See how
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yond Iustice railes vpon yond simple theefe. Hearke in
thine eare: Change places, and handy‐dandy, which is
the Iustice, which is the theefe: Thou hast seene a Farmers
dogge barke at a Beggar?
I Sir.
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And the Creature run from the Cur: there thou
mightֺst behold the great image of Authoritie, a Dogg's
obey'd in Office. Thou, Rascall Beadle, hold thy bloody
hand: why dost thou lash that whor*? Strip thy owne
backe, thou hotly lusts to vse her in that kind, for which
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thou whip'st her. The Vsurer hangs the Cozener. Tho
rough tatter'd cloathes great Vices do appeare: Robes,
and Furr'd gownes hide all. Place sinnes with Gold, and
the strong Lance of Iustice, hurtlesse breakes: Arme it in
ragges, a Pigmies straw do's pierce it. None do's offend,
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none, I say none, Ile able 'em; take that of me my Friend,
who haue the power to seale th' accusers lips. Get thee
glasse‐eyes, and like a scuruy Politician, seeme to see the
things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now. Pull off my
Bootes: harder, harder, so.
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Alacke, alacke the day.
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You shall haue any thing.
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You are a Royall one, and we obey you.
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Haile gentle Sir.
Sir, speed you: what's your will?
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Do you heare ought (Sir) of a Battell toward.
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I thanke you Sir, that's all.
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I thanke you Sir.
Well pray you Father.
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Now good sir, what are you?
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Let go Slaue, or thou dy'st.
Good Gentleman goe your gate, and let poore
volke passe: and 'chud ha'bin zwaggerd out of my life,
'twould not ha'bin zo long as 'tis, by a vortnight. Nay,
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come not neere th'old man: keepe out che vor'ye, or Ile
try whither your Costard, or my Ballow be the harder;
chill be plaine with you.
Out Dunghill.
Chill picke your teeth Zir: come, no matter vor
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your foynes.
EdmundEarle of Glouster: seeke him out
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What, is he dead?
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Reads the Letter.
opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and
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place will be fruitfully offer'd. There is nothing done. If hee
returne the Conqueror, then am I the Prisoner, and his bed, my
Gaole, from the loathed warmth whereof, deliuer me, and supply
the place for your Labour.
Your (Wife, so I would say) affectionate Seruant. Gonerill.
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<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><div type="scene" n="5"> <head rend="italic center">Scena Quinta.</head> <head type="supplied">[Act 4, Scene 5]</head> <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Gloucester, and Edgar.</stage> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2331">When shall I come to th'top of that same hill?</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <p n="2332">You do climbe vp it now. Look how we labor.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2333">Me thinkes the ground is eeuen.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2334">Horrible steepe.</l> <l n="2335">Hearke, do you heare the Sea?</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2336">No truly.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2337">Why then your other Senses grow imperfect</l> <l n="2338">By your eyes anguish.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <l n="2339">So may it be indeed.</l> <l n="2340">Me thinkes thy voyce is alter'd, and thou speak'st</l> <l n="2341">In better phrase, and matter then thou did'st.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2342">Y'are much deceiu'd: In nothing am I chang'd</l> <l n="2343">But in my Garments.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2344">Me thinkes y'are better spoken.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2345">Come on Sir,</l> <l n="2346">Heere's the place: stand still: how fearefull</l> <l n="2347">And dizie 'tis, to cast ones eyes so low,</l> <l n="2348">The Crowes and Choughes, that wing the midway ayre</l> <l n="2349">Shew scarse so grosse as Beetles. Halfe way downe</l> <l n="2350">Hangs one that gathers Sampire: dreadfull Trade:</l> <l n="2351">Me thinkes he seemes no bigger then his head.</l> <l n="2352">The Fishermen, that walk'd vpon the beach</l> <l n="2353">Appeare like Mice: and yond tall Anchoring Barke,</l> <l n="2354">Diminish'd to her co*cke: her co*cke, a Buoy</l> <l n="2355">Almost too small for sight. The murmuring Surge,</l> <l n="2356">That on th'vnnumbred idle Pebble chafes</l> <l n="2357">Cannot be heard so high. Ile looke no more,</l> <l n="2358">Least my braine turne, and the deficient sight</l> <l n="2359">Topple downe headlong.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2360">Set me where you stand.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2361">Giue me your hand:</l> <l n="2362">You are now within a foote of th'extreme Verge:</l> <l n="2363">For all beneath the Moone would I not leape vpright.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <l n="2364">Let go my hand:</l> <l n="2365">Heere Friend's another purse: in it, a Iewell</l> <l n="2366">Well worth a poore mans taking. Fayries, and Gods</l> <l n="2367">Prosper it with thee. Go thou further off,</l> <l n="2368">Bid me farewell, and let me heare thee going.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <p n="2369">Now fare ye well, good Sir.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2370">With all my heart.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2371">Why I do trifle thus with his dispaire,</l> <l n="2372">Is done to cure it.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <l n="2373">O you mighty Gods!</l> <l n="2374">This world I do renounce, and in your sights</l> <pb facs="FFimg:axc0813-0.jpg" n="303"/> <cb n="1"/> <l n="2375">Shake patiently my great affliction off:</l> <l n="2376">If I could beare it longer, and not fall</l> <l n="2377">To quarrell with your great opposelesse willes,</l> <l n="2378">My snuffe, and loathed part of Nature should</l> <l n="2379">Burne it selfe out. If<hi rend="italic">Edgar</hi>liue, O blesse him:</l> <l n="2380">Now Fellow, fare thee well.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2381">Gone Sir, farewell:</l> <l n="2382">And yet I know not how conceit may rob</l> <l n="2383">The Treasury of life, when life it selfe</l> <l n="2384">Yeelds to the Theft. Had he bin where he thought,</l> <l n="2385">By this had thought bin past. Aliue, or dead?</l> <l n="2386">Hoa, you Sir: Friend, heare you Sir, speake:</l> <l n="2387">Thus might he passe indeed: yet he reuiues.</l> <l n="2388">What are you Sir?</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2389">Away, and let me dye.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2390">Had'st thou beene ought</l> <l n="2391">But Gozemore, Feathers, Ayre,</l> <l n="2392">(So many fathome downe precipitating)</l> <l n="2393">Thou'dst shiuer'd like an Egge: but thou do'st breath:</l> <l n="2394">Hast heauy substance, bleed'st not, speak'st, art sound,</l> <l n="2395">Ten Masts at each, make not the altitude</l> <l n="2396">Which thou hast perpendicularly fell,</l> <l n="2397">Thy life's a Myracle. Speake yet againe.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2398">But haue I falne, or no?</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2399">From the dread Somnet of this Chalkie Bourne</l> <l n="2400">Looke vp a height, the shrill‐gorg'd Larke so farre</l> <l n="2401">Cannot be seene, or heard: Do but looke vp.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <l n="2402">Alacke, I haue no eyes:</l> <l n="2403">Is wretchednesse depriu'd that benefit</l> <l n="2404">To end it selfe by death? 'Twas yet some comfort,</l> <l n="2405">When misery could beguile the Tyrants rage,</l> <l n="2406">And frustrate his proud will.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2407">Giue me your arme.</l> <l n="2408">Vp, so: How is't? Feele you your Legges? You stand.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2409">Too well, too well.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2410">This is aboue all strangenesse,</l> <l n="2411">Vpon the crowne o'th' Cliffe. What thing was that</l> <l n="2412">Which parted from you?</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2413">A poore vnfortunate Beggar.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2414">As I stood heere below, me thought his eyes</l> <l n="2415">Were two full Moones: he had a thousand Noses,</l> <l n="2416">Hornes wealk'd, and waued like the enraged Sea:</l> <l n="2417">It was some Fiend: Therefore thou happy Father,</l> <l n="2418">Thinke that the cleerest Gods, who make them Honors</l> <l n="2419">Of mens Impossibilities, haue preserued thee.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <l n="2420">I do remember now: henceforth Ile beare</l> <l n="2421">Affliction, till it do cry out it selfe</l> <l n="2422">Enough, enough, and dye. That thing you speake of,</l> <l n="2423">I tooke it for a man: often 'twould say</l> <l n="2424">The Fiend, the Fiend, he led me to that place.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edgar.</speaker> <l n="2425">Beare free and patient thoughts.</l> <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Lear.</stage> <l n="2426">But who comes heere?</l> <l n="2427">The safer sense will ne're accommodate</l> <l n="2428">His Master thus.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <l n="2429">No, they cannot touch me for crying. I am the</l> <l n="2430">King himselfe.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <p n="2431">O thou side‐piercing sight!</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <p n="2432">Nature's aboue Art, in that respect. Ther's your <lb n="2433"/>Presse‐money. That fellow handles his bow, like a Crowkeeper: <lb n="2434"/>draw mee a Cloathiers yard. Looke, looke, a <lb n="2435"/>Mouse: peace, peace, this peece of toasted Cheese will <lb n="2436"/>doo't. There's my Gauntlet, Ile proue it on a Gyant. <lb n="2437"/>Bring vp the browne Billes. O well flowne Bird: i'th' <lb n="2438"/>clout, i'th' clout: Hewgh. Giue the word.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <p n="2439">Sweet Mariorum.</p> </sp> <cb n="2"/> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <p n="2440">Passe.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2441">I know that voice.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <p n="2442">Ha!<hi rend="italic">Gonerill</hi>with a white beard? They flatter'd <lb n="2443"/>me like a Dogge, and told mee I had the white hayres in <lb n="2444"/>my Beard, ere the blacke ones were there. To say I, and <lb n="2445"/>no, to euery thing that I said: I, and no too, was no good <lb n="2446"/>Diuinity. When the raine came to wet me once, and the <lb n="2447"/>winde to make me chatter: when the Thunder would not <lb n="2448"/>peace at my bidding, there I found 'em, there I smelt 'em <lb n="2449"/>out. Go too, they are not men o'their words; they told <lb n="2450"/>me, I was euery thing: 'Tis a Lye, I am not Agu‐proofe.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <l n="2451">The tricke of that voyce, I do well remember:</l> <l n="2452">Is't not the King?</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <l n="2453">I, euery inch a King.</l> <l n="2454">When I do stare, see how the Subiect quakes.</l> <l n="2455">I pardon that mans life. What was thy cause?</l> <l n="2456">Adultery? thou shalt not dye: dye for Adultery?</l> <l n="2457">No, the Wren goes too't, and the small gilded Fly</l> <l n="2458">Do's letcher in my sight. Let Copulation thriue:</l> <l n="2459">For Glousters bastard Son was kinder to his Father,</l> <l n="2460">Then my Daughters got 'tweene the lawfull sheets.</l> <l n="2461">Too't Luxury pell‐mell, for I lacke Souldiers.</l> <p n="2462">Behold yond simpring Dame, whose face betweene her <lb n="2463"/>Forkes presages Snow; that minces Vertue, & do's shake <lb n="2464"/>the head to heare of pleasures name. The Fitchew, nor <lb n="2465"/>the soyled Horse goes too't with a more riotous appetite: <lb n="2466"/>Downe from the waste they are Centaures, though <lb n="2467"/>Women all aboue: but to the Girdle do the Gods inherit, <lb n="2468"/>beneath is all the Fiends. There's hell, there's darkenes, <lb n="2469"/>there is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench, <lb n="2470"/>consumption: Fye, fie, fie; pah, pah: Giue me an Ounce <lb n="2471"/>of Ciuet; good Apothecary sweeten my immagination: <lb n="2472"/>There's money for thee.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2473">O let me kisse that hand.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <l n="2474">Let me wipe it first,</l> <l n="2475">It smelles of Mortality.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <l n="2476">O ruin'd peece of Nature, this great world</l> <l n="2477">Shall so weare out to naught.</l> <l n="2478">Do'st thou know me?</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <p n="2479">I remember thine eyes well enough: dost thou <lb n="2480"/>squiny at me? No, doe thy worst blinde Cupid, Ile not <lb n="2481"/>loue. Reade thou this challenge, marke but the penning <lb n="2482"/>of it.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2483">Were all thy Letters Sunnes, I could not see.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2484">I would not take this from report,</l> <l n="2485">It is, and my heart breakes at it.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <p n="2486">Read.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2487">What with the Case of eyes?</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <p n="2488">Oh ho, are you there with me? No eies in your <lb n="2489"/>head, nor no mony in your purse? Your eyes are in a heauy <lb n="2490"/>case, your purse in a light, yet you see how this world <lb n="2491"/>goes.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2492">I see it feelingly.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <p n="2493">What, art mad? A man may see how this world <lb n="2494"/>goes, with no eyes. Looke with thine eares: See how <lb n="2495"/>yond Iustice railes vpon yond simple theefe. Hearke in <lb n="2496"/>thine eare: Change places, and handy‐dandy, which is <lb n="2497"/>the Iustice, which is the theefe: Thou hast seene a Farmers <lb n="2498"/>dogge barke at a Beggar?</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2499">I Sir.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <p n="2500">And the Creature run from the Cur: there thou <lb n="2501"/>mightֺst behold the great image of Authoritie, a Dogg's <lb n="2502"/>obey'd in Office. Thou, Rascall Beadle, hold thy bloody <lb n="2503"/>hand: why dost thou lash that whor*? Strip thy owne <lb n="2504"/>backe, thou hotly lusts to vse her in that kind, for which <lb n="2505"/>thou whip'st her. The Vsurer hangs the Cozener. Tho</p> <pb facs="FFimg:axc0814-0.jpg" n="304"/> <cb n="1"/> <p n="2506">rough tatter'd cloathes great Vices do appeare: Robes, <lb n="2507"/>and Furr'd gownes hide all. Place sinnes with Gold, and <lb n="2508"/>the strong Lance of Iustice, hurtlesse breakes: Arme it in <lb n="2509"/>ragges, a Pigmies straw do's pierce it. None do's offend, <lb n="2510"/>none, I say none, Ile able 'em; take that of me my Friend, <lb n="2511"/>who haue the power to seale th' accusers lips. Get thee <lb n="2512"/>glasse‐eyes, and like a scuruy Politician, seeme to see the <lb n="2513"/>things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now. Pull off my <lb n="2514"/>Bootes: harder, harder, so.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2515">O matter, and impertinency mixt,</l> <l n="2516">Reason in Madnesse.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <l n="2517">If thou wilt weepe my Fortunes, take my eyes.</l> <l n="2518">I know thee well enough, thy name is Glouster:</l> <l n="2519">Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:</l> <l n="2520">Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the Ayre</l> <l n="2521">We wawle, and cry. I will preach to thee: Marke.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2522">Alacke, alacke the day.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <l n="2523">When we are borne, we cry that we are come</l> <l n="2524">To this great stage of Fooles. This a good blocke:</l> <l n="2525">It were a delicate stratagem to shoo</l> <l n="2526">A Troope of Horse with Felt: Ile put't in proofe,</l> <l n="2527">And when I haue stolne vpon these Son in Lawes,</l> <l n="2528">Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.</l> </sp> <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Gentleman.</stage> <sp who="#F-lr-gen"> <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker> <l n="2529">Oh heere he is: lay hand vpon him, Sir.</l> <l n="2530">Your most deere Daughter ———</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <l n="2531">No rescue? What, a Prisoner? I am euen</l> <l n="2532">The Naturall Foole of Fortune. Vse me well,</l> <l n="2533">You shall haue ransome. Let me haue Surgeons,</l> <l n="2534">I am cut to'th' Braines.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-gen"> <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker> <p n="2535">You shall haue any thing.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <l n="2536">No Seconds? All my selfe?</l> <l n="2537">Why, this would make a man, a man of Salt</l> <l n="2538">To vse his eyes for Garden water‐pots. I wil die brauely,</l> <l n="2539">Like a smugge Bridegroome. What? I will be Iouiall:</l> <l n="2540">Come, come, I am a King, Masters, know you that?</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-gen"> <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker> <p n="2541">You are a Royall one, and we obey you.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-lea"> <speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker> <l n="2542">Then there's life in't. Come, and you get it,</l> <l n="2543">You shall get it by running: Sa, sa, sa, sa.</l> </sp> <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage> <sp who="#F-lr-gen"> <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker> <l n="2544">A sight most pittifull in the meanest wretch,</l> <l n="2545">Past speaking of in a King. Thou hast a Daughter</l> <l n="2546">Who redeemes Nature from the generall curse</l> <l n="2547">Which twaine haue brought her to.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <p n="2548">Haile gentle Sir.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-gen"> <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker> <p n="2549">Sir, speed you: what's your will?</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <p n="2550">Do you heare ought (Sir) of a Battell toward.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-gen"> <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker> <l n="2551">Most sure, and vulgar:</l> <l n="2552">Euery one heares that, which can distinguish sound.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2553">But by your fauour:</l> <l n="2554">How neere's the other Army?</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-gen"> <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker> <l n="2555">Neere, and on speedy foot: the maine descry</l> <l n="2556">Stands on the hourely thought.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <p n="2557">I thanke you Sir, that's all.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-gen"> <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker> <l n="2558">Though that the Queen on special cause is here</l> <l n="2559">Her Army is mou'd on.</l> </sp> <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <p n="2560">I thanke you Sir.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <l n="2561">You euer gentle Gods, take my breath from me,</l> <l n="2562">Let not my worser Spirit tempt me againe</l> <l n="2563">To dye before you please.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <p n="2564">Well pray you Father.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2565">Now good sir, what are you?</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2566">A most poore man, made tame to Fortunes blows</l> <l n="2567">Who, by the Art of knowne, and feeling sorrowes,</l> <l n="2568">Am pregnant to good pitty. Giue me your hand,</l> <l n="2569">Ile leade you to some biding.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <l n="2570">Heartie thankes:</l> <cb n="2"/> <l n="2571">The bountie, and the benizon of Heauen</l> <l n="2572">To boot, and boot.</l> </sp> <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Steward.</stage> <sp who="#F-lr-ste"> <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker> <l n="2573">A proclaim'd prize: most happie</l> <l n="2574">That eyelesse head of thine, was first fram'd flesh</l> <l n="2575">To raise my fortunes. Thou old, vnhappy Traitor,</l> <l n="2576">Breefely thy selfe remember: the Sword is out</l> <l n="2577">That must destroy thee.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <l n="2578">Now let thy friendly hand</l> <l n="2579">Put strength enough too't.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-ste"> <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker> <l n="2580">Wherefore, bold Pezant,</l> <l n="2581">Dar'st thou support a publish'd Traitor? Hence,</l> <l n="2582">Least that th'infection of his fortune take</l> <l n="2583">Like hold on thee. Let go his arme.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2584">Chill not let go Zir,</l> <l n="2585">Without vurther 'casion.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-ste"> <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker> <p n="2586">Let go Slaue, or thou dy'st.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <p n="2587">Good Gentleman goe your gate, and let poore <lb n="2588"/>volke passe: and 'chud ha'bin zwaggerd out of my life, <lb n="2589"/>'twould not ha'bin zo long as 'tis, by a vortnight. Nay, <lb n="2590"/>come not neere th'old man: keepe out che vor'ye, or Ile <lb n="2591"/>try whither your Costard, or my Ballow be the harder; <lb n="2592"/>chill be plaine with you.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-ste"> <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker> <p n="2593">Out Dunghill.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <p n="2594">Chill picke your teeth Zir: come, no matter vor <lb n="2595"/>your foynes.</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-ste"> <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker> <l n="2596">Slaue thou hast slaine me: Villain, take my purse;</l> <l n="2597">If euer thou wilt thriue, bury my bodie,</l> <l n="2598">And giue the Letters which thou find'st about me,</l> <l n="2599">To<hi rend="italic">Edmund</hi>Earle of Glouster: seeke him out</l> <l n="2600">Vpon the English party. Oh vntimely death, death.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2601">I know thee well. A seruiceable Villaine,</l> <l n="2602">As duteous to the vices of thy Mistris,</l> <l n="2603">As badnesse would desire.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <p n="2604">What, is he dead?</p> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2605">Sit you downe Father: rest you.</l> <l n="2606">Let's see these Pockets; the Letters that he speakes of</l> <l n="2607">May be my Friends: hee's dead; I am onely sorry</l> <l n="2608">He had no other Deathsman. Let vs see:</l> <l n="2609">Leaue gentle waxe, and manners: blame vs not</l> <l n="2610">To know our enemies mindes, we rip their hearts,</l> <l n="2611">Their Papers is more lawfull.</l> <p rend="center italic" n="2612">Reads the Letter. <lb n="2613"/> <c rend="decoratedCapital">L</c>Et our reciprocall vowes be remembred. You haue manie <lb n="2614"/>opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and <lb n="2615"/>place will be fruitfully offer'd. There is nothing done. If hee <lb n="2616"/>returne the Conqueror, then am I the Prisoner, and his bed, my <lb n="2617"/>Gaole, from the loathed warmth whereof, deliuer me, and supply <lb n="2618"/>the place for your Labour.</p> <p rend="rightJustified" n="2619"> <hi rend="italic">Your (Wife, so I would say) affectionate <lb n="2620"/>Seruant.</hi>Gonerill.</p> <l n="2621">Oh indistinguish'd space of Womans will,</l> <l n="2622">A plot vpon her vertuous Husbands life,</l> <l n="2623">And the exchange my Brother: heere, in the sands</l> <l n="2624">Thee Ile rake vp, the poste vnsanctified</l> <l n="2625">Of murtherous Letchers: and in the mature time,</l> <l n="2626">With this vngracious paper strike the sight</l> <l n="2627">Of the death‐practis'd Duke: for him 'tis well,</l> <l n="2628">That of thy death, and businesse, I can tell.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-glo"> <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker> <l n="2629">The King is mad:</l> <l n="2630">How stiffe is my vilde sense</l> <l n="2631">That I stand vp, and haue ingenious feeling</l> <l n="2632">Of my huge Sorrowes? Better I were distract,</l> <l n="2633">So should my thoughts be seuer'd from my greefes,</l> <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Drum afarre off.</stage> <l n="2634">And woes, by wrong imaginations loose</l> <pb facs="FFimg:axc0815-0.jpg" n="305"/> <cb n="1"/> <l n="2635">The knowledge of themselues.</l> </sp> <sp who="#F-lr-edg"> <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker> <l n="2636">Giue me your hand:</l> <l n="2637">Farre off methinkes I heare the beaten Drumme.</l> <l n="2638">Come Father, Ile bestow you with a Friend.</l> </sp> <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage></div>
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