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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

drum ?
France spreads his banners in our noiseless land ;
With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats ;
Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cry'st,
Alack ! why does he so ?

See thyself, devil !
Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
So horrid, as in woman.

O vain fool!
Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for

Be-monster not thy feature. Were it


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 !

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Enter a Messenger.
Alb. What news ?
Mess. O, my good lord, the duke of Cornwall's

Slain by his servant, going to put out
The other


of Gloster.

Gloster's eyes!
Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with re-

Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword
To his great master ; who, thereat enrag'd,
Flew on him, and amongst them fell’d him dead :
But not without that harmful stroke, which since
Hath pluck'd him after.


This shows you are above, You justicers, that these our nether crimes So speedily can venge!

But, o

poor Gloster ! Lost he his other eye! Mess.

Both, both, my lord. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer ; 'Tis from


Gon. [ Aside.] One way I like this well;
But being widow, and my Gloster with her,
May all the building in my fancy pluck
Upon my hateful life: Another

The news is not so tart. — I'll read, and answer.

[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.

eyes ?


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
Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger,
That his personal return was most requir'd,
And necessary;

Kent. Who hath he left behind him general ?
Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fer.

Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief? Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my

And now and then an ample tear trill'd down
Her delicate cheek : it seem'd, she was a queen
Over her passion ; who, most rebel-like,
Sought to be king o'er her.

0, then it mov'd her.
Gent. 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 smiles,
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes ;

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

of Father
Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart;
Cried, Sisters ! sisters ! Shame.of ladies ! sisters!
Kent! father! sisters ! What? * the storm? ; the

Let pity not be believed 3 ! There she shook
The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
And clamour moisten'd: then away she started
To deal with grief alone.

It is the stars,


2 Discourse, conversation.
1. e. Let not pity be supposed to exist.

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The stars above us, govern our conditions 4 ;:
Else one self mate and mate could not beget
Such different issues. You spoke not with her since?

Gent. No.
Kent. Was this before the king return'd?

No, since.
Kent. Well, sir ; The poor distress'd Lear is

i' the town :
Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers
What we are come about, and by no means
Will yield to see his daughter.

Why, good sir?
Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him: his

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.



The same.

A Tent.
Enter CORDELIA, Physician, and Soldiers.

Cor. Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea: singing aloud ;

4 Dispositions.

Crown'd with rank fumiter', and furrow weeds;
With harlocks", hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn. — A century send forth;
Search every acre in the high-grown field,
And bring him to our eye. [Exit an Officer.] -

What can man's wisdom do,
In the restoring his bereaved sense ?
He, that helps him, take all my outward worth.

Phy. There is means, madam :
Our foster-nurse of nature is

The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,
Are many simples operative, whose power
Will close the


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.

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