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Glo. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown
Scene V.-A Room in Gloster's Castle. so vile, That it doth hate what gets it.
Enter Cornwall and EDMUND. Edg. Poor Tom 's a-cold.
Corn. I will have my revenge ere I depart Gló. Go in with me: my duty cannot suffer
his house. To obey in all your daughters' hard commands.
Edm. How, my lord, I may be censured that Though their injunction be to bar my doors,
nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,
me to think of. Yet have I ventured to come seek you out,
Corn. I now perceive it was not altogether And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
your brother's evil disposition made him seek Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher.--
his death ; but a provoking merit, set a-work by What is the cause of thunder?
a reproveable badness in himself. Kent. Good my lord, take his offer:
Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I Go into the house.
must repent to be just! This is the letter he Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned
spoke of, which approves him an intelligent Theban.-
party to the advantages of France. O heavens! What is your study?
that this treason were not, or not I the detector! Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill
Corn. Go with me to the duchess. vermin.
Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, Lear. Let me ask you one word in private.
you have mighty business in hand. Kent. Importune him once more to go, my lord;
Corn. True or false, it hath made thee Earl His wits begin to unsettle.
of Gloster. Seek out where thy father is, that he Glo. Canst thou blame him?
may be ready for our apprehension. His daughters seek his death.—Ah, that good
Edm. [aside]. If I find him comforting the Kent!
King, it will stuff his suspicion more fully.—I He said it would be thus.--Poor banished man!
will persevere in my course of loyalty, though Thou sayst the King grows mad : I'll tell thee,
the conflict be sore between that and my blood. friend,
Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou I am almost mad myself. I had a son,
shalt find a dearer father in my love. [Exeunt. Now outlawed from my blood : he sought my life, But lately, very late. I loved him, friend; No father his son dearer: true to tell thee,
[Storm continues. | Scene VI.-A Chamber in a Farmhouse, ad
Scene VI.-A O The grief bath crazed my wits. What a night's
joining the Castle. this! I do beseech your grace,
Enter Gloster, Lear, Kent, Fool, and Edgar. Lear. O, cry you mercy :-
Glo. Here is better than the open air ; take it Noble philosopher, your company.
thankfully: I will piece out the comfort with what Edg. Tom 's a-cold.
addition I can. I will not be long from you. Glo. In, fellow, there, into the hovel : keep Kent. All the power of his wits has given way thee warm.
to his impatience. The gods reward your kindLear. Come, let's in all.
[Exit Gloster. Kent. This way, my lord.
Edg. Frateretto calls me; and tells me, Nero Lear. With him :
is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, I will keep still with my philosopher.
innocent, and beware the foul fiend. Kent. Good my lord, soothe him; let him take Fool. Pr'y thee, nuncle, tell me whether a the fellow.
madman be a gentleman or a yeoman? Glo. Take him you on.
Lear. A king, a king! Kent. Sirrah, come on; go along with us. Fool. No; he's a yeoman that has a gentleLear. Come, good Athenian.
man to his son: for he's a mad yeoman that sees Glo. No words, no words :
his son a gentleman before him. Hush.
Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits EDGAR.
Come hissing in upon them!
Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.
Fool. He's mad that trusts in the tameness of I smell the blood of a British man.
a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's [Exeunt. | oath.
Lear. It shall be done; I will arraign them Be thy mouth or black or white, straight :
Tooth that poisons, if it bite; Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer;
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, [ To EDGAR.
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym; Thou, sapient sir, sit here. [To the Fool.]—Now, Or bobtail tike, or trundle-tail; you she-foxes !
Tom will make them weep and wail : Edg. Look, where he stands and glares !
For, with throwing thus my head,
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Do de, de de; sessa. Come, march to wakes
and fairs, and market towns.--Poor Tom, thy Fool.
horn is dry. Her boat hath a leak,
Lear. Then let them anatomise Regan; see And she must not speak
what breeds about her heart. Is there any cause Why she dares not come over to thee.
in nature that makes these hard hearts ?-You, Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the
sir, I entertain you for one of my hundred; only voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's | I do not like the fashion of your garments : you belly for two white herrings. Croak not, black
will say they are Persian attire; but let them be angel; I have no food for thee.
[ To EDGAR. Kent. How do you, sir? Stand you not so
Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here, and rest amazed :
awhile. Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?
Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw Lear. I'll see their trial first.-- Bring in the the curtains : so, so, so. We 'll go to supper evidence.
i'the morning: so, so, so. Thou robéd man of justice, take thy place;
Fool. And I 'll go to bed at noon.
[To EDGAR. And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity, [To the Fool.
Re-enter Gloster. Bench by his side.—You are of the commission; Glo. Come hither, friend: where is the King, Sit you too.
my master ? Edg. Let us deal justly.
Kent. Here, sir : but trouble him not, his wits Sleepest, or wakest thou, jolly shepherd ?
are gone. Thy sheep be in the corn;
Glo. Good friend, I pr’y thee take him in thy And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
arms : Thy sleep shall take no harm.
I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him. Pur! the cat is grey.
There is a litter ready: lay him in 't, Lear. Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou take my oath before this honourable assembly,
shalt meet she kicked the poor king her father.
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master: Fool. Come hither, mistress. Is your name If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life, Goneril?
With thine, and all that offer to defend him, Lear. She cannot deny it.
Stand in assuréd loss. Take up, take up; Fool. Cry you mercy; I took you for a joint And follow me, that will to some provision stool.
Give thee quick conduct. Lear. And here's another, whose warpéd looks Kent. Oppresséd nature sleeps :proclaim
This rest mightyet have balmed thy broken senses, What store her heart is made of.-Stop her there! Which, if convenience will not allow, Arms, arms, sword, fire!-Corruption in the place! Stand in hard cure.--Come, help to bear thy False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape?
master: Edg. Bless thy five wits !
Thou must not stay behind. [To the Fool. Kent. O pity !-Sir, where is the patience now, Glo. Come, come, away. That you so oft have boasted to retain ?
[Exeunt Kent, Gloster, and the Fool, Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much,
bearing off the King. They 'll mar my counterfeiting. [Aside.
Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes, Lear. The little dogs and all,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see they bark Who alone suffers, suffers most i' the mind; at me.
Leaving free things and happy shows behind : Edg. Tom will throw his head at them :- But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip, Avaunt, you curs !
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
How light and portable my pain seems now,
Glo. What mean your graces ?-_Good my When that which makes me bend makes the
friends, consider King bow:
You are my guests : do me no foul play, friends. He childed as I fathered !-- Tom, away :
Corn. Bind him, I say. [Servants bind him. Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray,
Reg. Hard, hard.- filthy traitor! When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. thee,
Corn. To this chair bind him.- Villain, thou In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee,
shalt find-- [Regan plucks his beard. What will hap more to-night, safe scape the King! Glo. By the kind gods, 't is most ignobly done Lurk, lurk.
[Exit. To pluck me by the beard.
Reg. So white, and such a traitor!
Glo. Naughty lady, SCENE VII.- A Room in Gloster's Castle. These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin,
Will quicken and accuse thee. I am your host: Enter Cornwall, Regan, GONERIL, EDMUND, With robbers' hands, my hospitable favours and Servants.
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband;
Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late shew him this letter: the army of France is
from France ? landed.-Seek out the villain Gloster.
Reg. Be simple-answered, for we know the truth. [Exeunt some of the Servants. Corn. And what confederacy have you with Reg. Hang him instantly.
the traitors Gon. Pluck out his eyes.
Late footed in the kingdom ? Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.Edmund, Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lun keep you our sister company: the revenges we
king? are bound to take upon your traitorous father Speak. are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down, where you are going, to a most festinate prepa | Which came from one that 's of a neutral heart, ration: we are bound to the like. Our posts | And not from one opposed. shall be swift and intelligent betwixt us. Fare
Corn. Cunning. well, dear sister : farewell, my lord of Gloster. Reg.
Corn. Where hast thou sent the King ?
Glo. To Dover.
Reg. Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not Stew. My lord of Gloster hath conveyed him charged at thy perilhence:
Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first Some five or six-and-thirty of his knights,
answer that. Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;
Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand Who, with some other of the lord's dependants, the course. Are gone with him towards Dover; where they Reg. Wherefore to Dover?' boast
Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails To have well-arméd friends.
Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister Corn. Get horses for your mistress. In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head [Exeunt Goneril and Edmund. In hell-black night endured, would have buoyed Corn. Edmund, farewell.-Go, seek the traitor
And quenched the stelléd fires: yet, poor old heart, Pinion him like a thief; bring him before us. He holp the heavens to rain.
[Exeunt other Servants. If wolves had at thy gate howled that stern time, Though well we may not pass upon his life Thou shouldst have said “Good porter, turn the Without the form of justice; yet our power
key:" Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men All cruels else subscribed.—But I shall see May blame, but not control. Who's there; the | The winged vengeance overtake such children. traitor ?
Corn. See it shalt thou never.-Fellows, hold
the chair.Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER.
Upon these eyes of thine I 'll set my foot. Reg. Ingrateful fox! 't is he.
Glo. He that will think to live till he be old, Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.
Give me some help.- cruel! O ye gods !
Reg. One side will mock another: the other too. That made the overtures of thy treasons to us; Corn. If you see vengeance,
Who is too good to pity thee. Serv. Hold your hand, my lord :
Glo. O my follies! I have served you ever since I was a child ; Then Edgar was abused. But better service have I never done you
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Than now to bid you hold.
Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him Reg. How now, you dog?
smell Sero. If you did wear a bear upon your chin, | His way to Dover.—How is 't, my lord? how I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?!
look you? Corn. My villain! [Draws, and runs at him. 1 Corn. I have received a hurt.- Follow me, Serv. Nay, then, come on, and take the chance
Turn out that eyeless villain ;-throw this slave [Draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded. 'Upon the dunghill.—Regan, I bleed apace : Reg. Give me thy sword.-[ Toanother Servant.] Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm. A peasant stand up thus !
[Exit Cornwall, led by Regan. Servants (Snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs
unbind Gloster, and lead him out.
1st Serv. I 'll never care what wickedness I do, Serv. O, I am slain !—My lord, you have one i If this man come to good.
2nd Serv. If she live long, To see some mischief on him.-0! [Dies. | And in the end meet the old course of death, Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it.-Out, vile i Women will all turn monsters. jelly!
1st Serv. Let 's follow the old earl, and get the Where is thy lustre now?
Bedlam Glo. All dark and comfortless.—Where's my To lead him where he would : his roguish madness son Edmund ?
Allows itself to anything. Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature, 2nd Serv. Go thou: I'll fetch some flax and To quit this horrid act.
whites of eggs, Reg. Out, treacherous villain !
To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he
help him! [Exeunt severally.
Scene I.—The Heath.
Old Man. How now? Who's there?
Edg. [uside]. O gods! Who is 't can say, “I Enter EDGAR.
am at the worst?" Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be con- I am worse than e'er I was. temned,
Old Man. 'Tis poor mad Tom. Than still contemned and flattered. To be worst, Edg. [aside]. And worse I may be yet. The The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune,
worst is not, Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear: So long as we can say, “ This is the worst.” The lamentable change is from the best;
Old Man. Fellow, where goest? The worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then, Glo. Is it a beggar-man? Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace !
Old Man. Madman and beggar too. The wretch thou hast blown unto the worst, Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg. Owes nothing to thy blasts.-But who comes l' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw; here?
Which made me think a man a worm. My son
Came then into my mind; and yet my mind Enter Gloster, led by an Old Man.
Was then scarce friends with him : I have heard My father, poorly led ?-World, world, O world!
more since.But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods : Life would not yield to age.
They kill us for their sport. Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your ! Edg. How should this be? tenant, and your father's tenant, these fourscore Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow, years.
Angering itself and others. [Aside.]--Bless thee, Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone :
Glo. Is that the naked fellow? Thy comforts can do me no good at all;
Old Man. Ay, my lord. Thee they may hurt.
Glo. Then, pr’y thee, get thee gone. If, for Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way.
my sake, Glo. I have noway, and therefore want no eyes: Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain, I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 't is seen, I'the way to Dover, do it for ancient love; Our mean secures us; and our mere defects And bring some covering for this naked soul, Prove our commodities. Ah, dear son Edgar, Whom I 'll entreat to lead me. The food of thy abuséd father's wrath!
Old Man. Alack, sir, he's mad. Might I but live to see thee in my touch,
Glo. "T is the times' plague, when madmen I'd say I had eyes again !
lead the blind.