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Milk-liver'd man ! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs ; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st, Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy
See thyself, devil !
O vain fool!
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.
Gon. Marry, your manhood now !
Enter a Messenger.
This shows you are above, You justicers, that these our nether crimes So speedily can venge!
poor Gloster ! Lost he his other eye! Mess.
Both, both, my lord. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer ; 'Tis from
[E.rit. Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his Mess. Come with my lady hither. Alb.
He is not here. Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again. Alb. Knows he the wickedness ? Mess. Ay, my good lord ; 'twas he inform'd
against him ; And quit the house on purpose, that their punish-.
ment Might have the freer course. Alb.
Gloster, I live To thank thee for the love thou showd'st the king, And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend ; Tell me what more thou knowest. [Exeunt.
The French Camp near Dover.
Enter Kent, and a Gentleman. Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly gone back know
the reason ? Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state,
Which since his coming forth is thought of; which
Kent. Who hath he left behind him general ?
Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief? Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my
0, then it mov'd her.
which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. - In brief, sorrow Would be a rarity most belov'd, if all Could so become it. Kent.
Made she no verbal question ? ? Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name
It is the stars,
2 Discourse, conversation.
The stars above us, govern our conditions 4 ;:
i' the town :
Why, good sir?
own unkindness, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn’d 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. Gent.
Alack, poor gentleman ! Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you
heard not? Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot. Kent. 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 awhile; When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go Along with me.
Cor. Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea: singing aloud ;
Crown'd with rank fumiter', and furrow weeds;
What can man's wisdom do,
Phy. There is means, madam :
of anguish. Cor.
All bless'd secrets, All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate, In the good man's distress ! Seek, seek for him ; Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life That wants the means to lead it.
Enter a Messenger.
Madam, news; The British powers are marching hitherward.
Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands In expectation of them. - O dear father, It is thy business that I
about ; Therefore great France My mourning, and important? tears, hath pitied. No blown 8 ambition doth our arms incite, But love, dear love, and our ag d father's right : Soon may I hear, and see him.
o Charlocks. 7 Importunate. : Inflated, swelling.