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Lear. Nature's above art in that respect.—There's your press-money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper: draw me a clothier's yard. I-Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace ;—this piece of toasted cheese will do't.—There's my gauntlet ; I'll prove it on a giant. - Bring up the brown bills.' 0, well flown, bird!_i' the clout, i' the clout ?: hewgh! Give the word. 3
Edg. Sweet marjoram. Lear. Pass. Glo. I know that voice. Lear. Ha! Goneril!- with a white beard !— They flatter'd me like a dog; and told me, I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To say ay, and no, to every thing 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 peace at my there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men o' their words: they told me I was every thing; 'tis a lie; I am not ague-proof.
Gio. The trick 4 of that voice I do well remember :
Ay, every inch a king:
Glo. 0, let me kiss that hand !
Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost
9 An arrow of a cloth yard long. 1 Battle-axes.
2 The white mark for archers to aim at.
thou squiny s at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid; I'll not love.- Read thou this challenge; mark but the penning of it.
Glo. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one.
Edg. I would not take this from report; -- it is, And
my heart breaks at it.
in your head, nor no money in your purse? Your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in a light : Yet you see how this world goes.
Glo. I see it feelingly.
Lear. What, art mad? A man may see how this 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-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thịef?- Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar?
Glo. Ay, sir.
Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou might'st behold the great image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office. Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with
gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it. None does offend, none, I say, none ; I'll able 'em: Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes ; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not. — Now, now, now, Pull off my boots: - harder, harder ; so.
Edg. O, matter and impertinency mix'd! Reason in madness!
s Look asquint.
Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my
- I will preach to thee ; mark
Glo. Alack, alack the day!
Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are
Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants.
Lear. No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
Let me have a surgeon,
You shall have any thing,
7 i. e. A man of tears.
Lear. Then there's life in it. Nay, an you get it, you shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa.
[Exit running; Attendants follow. Gent. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch; Past speaking of in a king ! - Thou hast one
Edg. Hail, gentle sir.
But, by your favour, How near 's the other
army ? Gent. Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry Stands on the hourly thought. Edg.
sir: that's all. Gent. Though that the queen on special cause is
here, Her army
is mov'd on. Edg.
I thank you, sir. [Exit Gent. Glo. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from
Well pray you, father.
Hearty thanks :
8 The main body is expected to be descried every hour.
9 Evil genius.
The bounty and the benizon' of heaven
Stew. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!
Now let thy friendly hand
[EDGAR opposes. Stew.
Wherefore, bold peasant,
Edg. Ch’ill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion.
Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait?, and let poor volk pass. And ch'ud ha'been zwagger'd out of my life, 't would not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man; keep out, che vor' ye, or ise try whether your costard + or my bats be the harder : Ch’ill be plain
Stew. Out, dunghill!
Edg. Ch 'ill pick your teeth, zir: Come; no mata ter vor your foins.
[They fight ; and EDGAR knocks him down. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me: - Villain, take
my purse ;
1 Blessing. 3 Go your way.