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in my sight. Let copulation thrive: for Gloster's
bastard-lon was kinder to his father, than my daugh-
ters got 'tween the lawful sheets. To't, luxury, pell-
mell; for I lack soldiers. Behold yond ampering
Dame, whose face 'tween her forks presages snow;
that minces virtue, and does shake the head to hear
of pleasure's' name. The fitchew, nor the stalled
horle, goes 10't with a more riotous appetite : down
from the waste they are centaurs, though women all
above: but to the girdle do the Gods inherit, be-
neath it is all the fiends,: There's hell, there's dark-
ness, there is the fulphurous pit, burning, fcalding,
Atench, i consumption: fie, fie, fie; pah, pah ; give
me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten
my imagination!' there's money for thee.
Glo: 0, let me kiss that hand.
Lear. Let me wipe it first, it fmells of mortality.
Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature! this great world
Shall so wear out to nought. Doft thou know me?
Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough : dost thou squiny.at me? no, do ihy worst, blind Cupid; I'll not love. Read thou this challenge, mark but the perining of it. 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.
Lear. Read: :
Glo. What, with this case of eyes ?
Lear. Oh, ho, are you there with me?
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 yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark in thine ear: change Places, and handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? 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 obey'd in office Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Why dost thou lash that whore ? strip thy own back; Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind, For which thou whip’ft her. Th' usurer hangs the
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Platc lin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks :
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
None docs offend, noné, 1 say, none; I'll able 'em ;
Take that of me, my friend, who have the pow'r
To seal th' accuser's lips, Get thee glass eyes,
And, like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou doft not.
Now, now, now, now. Pull off my boots: harder,
Edg. O matter and impertinency mixt,
Reafon in madness!
Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my
I know thee well enough, thy name is Glofter;
Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:
Thou know'ft, the firft time that we smell the air,
We wawle and cry. I will preach to thee: mark-
Glo. Alack, alack, the day!
Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are
To this great ftage of fools.-This a good block!--
It were a delicate stratagem to shoe
A troop of horse with Felt; I'll put't in proof;
And when I've stoll'n upon these sons-in-law,
Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
S CE N E VIII.
Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants.
Gent. Here he is, lay hand upon him; Sir,
Your most dear daughter-
Lear. No rescue? what, a prifoner? I am even
The natural fool of fortune. Use me well,
You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons,
I am cut to th’ brains.
Gent. You shall have any thing.
Lear. No feconds ? all myself?
Why, this would make a man, a man of falt;
To use his eyes for garden-water-pots,
And laying autumn's duft. I will die bravely,
Like a smug bridegroom. What? I will be jovial:
Come, come, I am a King My Masters, know you
Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.
Lear. Then there's 'life in't. Come, an you get it,
You shall get it by running : fa, fa, fa, fa. Exit,
Gent. A light most pitiful in the meaneft wretch,
Paft speaking of in a King. Thou hast one daughter,
Who redeems nature from the general curse
Which twain have brought her to.
Edg. Hail, gentle Sir.
Gent. Sir, speed you: what's your Will?
Edg. Do you hear aught, Sir, of a battle toward ?
Gent. Molt sure, and vulgar; every one hears that,
Which can diftinguish found.
Edg. But by your favour,
Howy near's the other army ?
Gent. Near, and on speedy foot: the main descry
Stands on the hourly thought.
Edg. I thank you, Sir: That's all.
Gent. Though that the Queen on special cause is
is mov'd on.
Edg. I thank you, Sir.
Glo. You ever gentle Gods, take my breath from
Let not my worser fpirit tempt me again
To die before you please!
Edg. Well pray you, father.
Glo. Now, good Sir, what are you?
Edg: A most poor man, made tame to fortune's
Who, by the art of known and feeling forrows,
Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand;
I'll lead you to some biding:
Glo. Hearty thanks ;
The bounty and the benizon of heav'n
To boot, and boot !m
S CE N E IX.
Stew. Proclaim'd prize! most happy!
That eyelers head of thine was first fram'd
To raise my fortunes. Old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember: the sword is out,
That must destroy thee.
Glo. Let thy friendly hand
Put strength enough to't.
Stew. Wherefore, bold peasant,
Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor ? hence,
Lest that th' infection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.
Edg. Chill not let go, Zir, without yurther 'casion.
Stew. Let go, slave, or thou dy'ft.
Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volk pass: and 'chud ha' been zwagger'd out of my life, 'iwould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th' old man: keep out, che vor'ye, or ice try whether your coftard or my bat be the harder; chill be plain with you. Stew.
Stew. Out, dung-hill!
Edg. Chill pick your teeth, Zir; come, no matter vor your foyns.
[Edgar knocks him down. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me: villain, take my
• If ever ihou wilt thrive, bury my body,
And give the letters, which thou find'st about me,
To Edmund Earl of Glofter: seek him out
Upon the English party: Ob, untimely death!
Edg. I know thee well, a serviceable villain ;
As duteous to the vices of thy Mistress,
As badness would delire.
Glo. What, is he dead?
Edg. Sit you down, father : rest you.
Let's see these pockets; the letters, that he speaks of,
May be my friends: he's dead; I'm only forry,
He had no other death's-man. Let us see
By your leave, gentle wax -- and manners blame
To know our enemies' minds, we rip their hearts ;
'Their papers are more lawful.
Reads the Letter.
ET our reciprocal Vows be remembred. You have many
opportunities to cut him off: if your Will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offer'd. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror. Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my goat ; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour. Your (wife, so I would say) affe&ionate Servant,
Gonerill. Oh, undiftinguish'd space of woman's Will! A plot upon her virtuous husband's life, And the exchange my brother. Here, i'th' sands Thee I'll rake up, the post-unsanctified