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The British pow'rs are marching hitherward.

Cor. 'Tis known before. Our preparation stands
In expectation of them. O 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 incite,
But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right.
Soon
may
I hear, and see him !

[Exeunt,

SCENE V. Regan's palace.

Enter Regan and Steward. Reg. But are my

brother's

powers

set forth?
Stew. Ay, Madam.
Reg. Himself in person there?

Stew. With much ado.
Your sister is the better foldier.
Reg. Lord Eunnund (pake not with your Lady at

home?
Stew. No, Madam.
Reg. What might import my fifter's letter to him?
Stew. I know not, Lady.

Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
It was great ign’rance, Glo'ster'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 dispatch
His nighted.life ; moreover, to descry
The strength o'th' enemy.
Stew. I must needs after him, Madam, with my

letter.
Reg. Our troops fet forth to-morrow : stay with us ;;
The ways are dangerous.
Stew. I

may not, Madam; My Lady charg'd my duty in this bufiness.

Reg. Why should she write to Edmund ? might not Transport her purposes by word? Belike [you Something—I know not what--- I'll love thee much Let me unseal the letter.

Stew. Madam, I had rather

Reg. I know your Lady does not love her husband; I'm sure of that: and, at her late being here,

She

She gave strange æillades, and most speaking looks
To Noble Edmund. I know you're of her bofom.

Stew. I, Madam?

Reg. I speak in understanding : you are ; I know't; Therefore I do advise you, take this note. My Lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd, And more convenient is he for my hand, Than for your Lady's: you may gather more: If you do find him, pray you, give him this ; And when your miftrefs hears thus much from you, I pray, defire her call her wisdom to her. So farewel. If you

do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.

Stew. Would I could meet him, Madam, I should shew What party I do follow. Reg. Fare thee well.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI. The country near Dover.

Enter Gloʻster, and Edgar as a peasant. Glo. When shall I come to the top of that same hill? Edg. You do climb up it now. Look how we labour, Glo. Methinks the ground is even.

Edg. Horrible steep, Hark, do you hear the sea ?

Glo. No, truly.

Edg. Why then your other fenfes grow imperfect
By your eyes’ anguish.

Glo. So may it be indeed.
Methinks thy voice is alter'd ; and thou speak'st
In better phrase and matter than thou didit.

Edg. You're much deceiv'd : in nothing am I chang’d, But in my garments.

Glo. Sure you're better spoken.
Edg. Come on, Sir, here's the place -ftand still.

• How fearful
"And dizzy ?tis to caft one's eyes

fo low? • The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, • Shew scarce so gross as beetles. Half way down

Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! • Methinks he seems no bigger than his head. • The fishermen that walk upon the beachy

· Appear

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my

• Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark, • Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy • Almost too small for fight. The murmuring surge, · That on th' unnumbred idle + pebbles chafes, « Cannot be heard so high. l'll look no more, • Left my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.' Glo. Set me where

you

stand.
Edg. Give me your hand: you're now within a foot
Of th' extreme verge: for all below the moon
Would I not leap outright.

Glo. Let go my hand.
Here, friend, 's 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 farewel, and let me hear thee going.

Edg. Now fare you well, good Sir. [Seems to go.
Glo. With all heart.
Edg. Why do I trifle thus with his despair?
'Tis done to cure it.

Glo. “ 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 lothed part of nature should 66 Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O bless him ! Now, fellow, fare thee well. [He leaps, and falls along.

Edg. Good Sir, farewel.
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 paft-Alive or dead?
Hoa, you, hear you, friend! Sir! Sir! speak!
Thus might he pass indeed - yet he revives.
What are you, Sir?

Glo. Away, and let me die.

Edg. Hadit thou been ought but Goss’mer, feathers, So many fathom down precipitating,

(air, Thou’d'It-shiver'd like an egg : but thou dost breathe, Haft heavy fubstance, bleed'st not; speak, art sound?

Ten idie, for barren, uncultivated.

Ten masts attach'd make not the altitude
Which thou haft perpendicularly fall’n.
Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again.

Gle. But have I fall'n, or no ?

Edg. From the dread fummit of this chalky borne ! Look up a-height, the shrill-gorg'd lark fo far Cannot be seen or heard : do but look up.

Clo. Alack, I have no eyes.
“ Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit,
“ To end itself by death? 'twas yet some comfort,
• When Misery could beguile the tyrant's rage,
“ And frustrate his proud will.”

Edg. Give me your arm.
Up, fo--how is't? feel you your legs? you stand.
Glo. Too well, too well.

Edg. This is above all strangeness.
Upon the crown o'th' cliff, what thing was that
Which parted from you?

Glo. A poor unfortunate beggar.

Edg. As I stood here below, methought his eyes Were two full moons ; he had a thousand noses, Horns welk'd t, and wav'd like the enridged sea : It was fome fiend. Therefore, thou happy father, Think that the clearest I gods, who make them honours Of mens' impossibilities, have preserv'd thee.

Glo. I do remember now. Henceforth I'll bear Amittion, til 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.

Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts.

SCENE VII.

Enter Lear, dress'd madly with flowers.
But who comes here?
The sober sense will ne'er accommodate
His master thus.

Lear. No; they cannot touch me for coining : I am the King himself. Vol. VI.

Edg. ti. e. twisted. cherreft, for most right 2005,

Fdg. O thou fide-piercing fight!

Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. There's your prefs-money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper : draw me a clothier's yard. Lcok, look, a mouse! Peace, peace ;

this piece of toasted cheese will do'--_There's my gauntlet, I'll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, barb ! i'th'clout, i' th' clout : bewgh.-Give the word.

Edg. Sweet marjoram.
Lear. Pass.
Glo. I know that voice.

Lear. Ha! Gonerill! ha! Regan ! They flatter'd me like a dog, and told me, I had white hairs in my beard cre the black ones were there. To say Ay and No to every thing that I faid-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 peace at my bidding ; there I found 'emy there I smelt 'em out. Go to, they are not men o' their words ; they told me I was every thing ; 'tis a lye, I am not ague-proof.

Glo. The trick of that voice t I do well remember; Is't not the King ?

Lear. Ay, every inch a King. When I do stare, fee how the fubject quakes. I pardon that man's life. What was the cause ? Adultery? thou falt not die; die for adultery? no; the wren goes to’t, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my fight. Let copulation thrive : for Glo'ster's baftard son was kinder to his father, than my daughters got 'tween the lawful sheets. To't, Luxury, pell-mell ; for I lack soldiers. Behold yon fimpering dame, whose face 'tween her forks prefages fnow; that minces virtue, and does shake the head to hear of Pleasure's name: The fitchew, nor the stalled horse, goes to’t with a more riotous appetite. Down from the waste they are centaurs, tho' women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath it is all the fiends. There's hell, there's darkness, there is the fulphurous pit, burning, scalding, itench, consumption. Fie, fie, fie; pah, pah;

give + i.e. the particular tone and manner of speaking. As the air of a face signifies the particular inia and spirit of the fea:ures.

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