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THE JUSTICE OF PROVIDENCE.
THAT I am wretched,
Makes thee the happier:-Heavens, deal so still!
And each man have enough.
PATIENCE AND SORROW.
Patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Could so become it.
LEAR'S DISTRACTION DESCRIBED.
Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea: singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumitert, and furrow weeds, With harlocks ‡, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn.
GLOSTER'S FAREWELL TO THE WORLD.
O you mighty gods!
* i. e. To make it subject to us, instead of acting in obedience + Charlocks.
Come on, sir; here's the place:-stand still.-How And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! [fearful The crows, and choughs*, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles: Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphiret; dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high:-I'll look no more; Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple§ down headlong.
LEAR ON HIS FLATTERERS.
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
† A vegetable gathered for pickling. § Tumble.
chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; 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 agueproof.
ON THE ABUSE OF POWER.
Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back; Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind [cozener. For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the 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.
CORDELIA ON THE INGRATITUDE OF HER SISTERS.
O my dear father! Restoration, hang
Had you not been their father, these white flakes
And wast thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn,
SCENE BETWEEN LEAR AND CORDELIA.
Cor. How does my royal lord! How fares your
Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave: Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Sir, do you know mc,
Lear. You are a spirit, I know: When did you die? Cor. Still, still, far wide!
Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been?-Where am I?-Fair day-light?
I am mightily abus'd. I should even die with pity,
Of my condition.
O, look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me:—
Pray, do not mock me:
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward; and, to deal plainly,
I fear, I am not in my perfect mind.
Methinks, I should know you, and know this man : Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night: Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady
To be my child Cordelia.
I know, you do not love me; for your sisters
You have some cause, they have not.
No cause, no cause.
In your own kingdom, sir.
Lear. Am I in France?
Lear. Do not abuse me.
Phys. Be comforted, good madam: the great rage, You see, is cur'd in him and yet it is danger To make him even* o'er the time he has lost. Desire him to go in: trouble him no more,
Till further settling.
Cor. Will't please your highness walk?
You must bear with me:
Pray now, forget and forgive: I am old, and foolish.
LEAR TO CORDELIA WHEN TAKEN PRISONERS.
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,--
As if we were God's spies: And we'll wear out,
Take them away. Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
The gods themselves throw incense.
EDGAR'S ACCOUNT OF HIS DISCOVERING HIMSELF TO HIS
List† a brief tale ;
And, when 'tis told, O'that my heart would burst !-The bloody proclamation to escape,
That follow'd me so near, (O) our lives' sweetness!
* To reconcile it to his apprehension.