Cord. Help, Earth and Heaven! For your Souls fake, dear Sirs, and for the Gods. Cord. You, Sir, I'll feize, (and Preferment. You have a human Form, and if no Prayers Can touch your Soul to fpare a poor King's Life, By that I beg you to difpatch me first. Capt. Comply with her Requeft; difpatch her firft. Lear. Off Hell-Hounds, by the Gods I charge you fpare 'Tis my Cordelia, my true pious Daughter; (her; No pity --Nay, then take an old Man's Vengeance. Snatches a Partifan, and ftrikes down two of them; the reft quit Cordelia, and turn upon him. Enter Edgar aud Albany. Edg. Death! Hell! Ye Vultures, hold your impious Or take a fpeedier Death than you wou'd give. Capt. By whofe Command? Edg. Behold the Duke, your Lord. (Hands, Alb. Guards, feize thofe Inftruments of Cruelty. Edg. My dear Cordelia! Lucky was the Minute Of our Approach; the Gods have weigh'd our Suff'rings; W' are paft the Fire, and now muft fhine to Ages. Gent. Look here, my Lord, fee where the generous Has flain two of 'em. Lear. Did I not, Fellow? I've feen the Day, with my good biting Faulchion I cou'd have made 'em fkip: I am Old now, (King Alb. Bring in old Kent; and, Edgar, guide you hither Your Father, whom you faid was near; He may be an Ear-Witnefs at the leaft Of our Proceedings. Lear. Who are you? [Exit Edgar. [Kent brought in here My Eyes are none o'th' beft, I'll tell you ftreight; To To give us firft the Torture? Say ye fo? As e'er bore Tyrant's Stroke.But my Cordelia, Alb. Take off their Chains. Thou injur'd Majefty, The Wheel of Fortune now has made her Circle, And Bleffings yet ftand 'twixt thy Grave and thee. Lear. Com't thou, inhuman Lord, to footh us back Our Doom more wretched? Go to, we are too well With lying Hope; no, we will hope no more. Alb. I have a Tale t' unfold, fo full of Wonder But by that Royal injur'd Head 'tis true. Alb. Know, the noble Edgar Impeach'd Lord Edmund, fince the Fight, of Treafon, Alb. 'Ere they fought, Lord Edgar gave into my Hand this Paper; Cord. Cou'd there be yet Addition to their Guilt! Alb. Since then my Injuries, Lear, fall in with thine, I have refolv'd the fame Redrefs for both. Kent. What fays my Lord? Cord. Speak, for methought I heard The charming Voice of a defcending God. Alb. The Troops, by Edmund rais'd, I have difbanded; Thofe that remain are under my Command. What Comfort may be brought to chear your Age, I Your Your Kingdom, fave what Part yourself confer'd Kent. Hear you that, my Liege? Cord. Then they are Gods, and Virtue is their Care. Let the Spheres ftop their Course, the Sun make halt, Kent. Here, my Liege. Lear. Why I have News that will recall thy Youth: Ha! Did'st thou hear't, or did th' inspiring Gods Whisper to me alone? Old Lear shall be A King again. Kent. The Prince, that like a God has Pow'r, has said it. Re-enter Edgar with Glofter. Leifure ; Gloft. Where's my Liege? Conduct me to his Knees, to His fecond Birth of Empire: My dear Edgar (hail Has, with himself, reveal'd the King's bleft Reftauration. Lear. My poor dark Glofter. Gloft. O let me kiss that once more scepter'd Hand! Lear. Hold, thou mistake'ft the Majefty, kneel here ;, Cordelia has our Pow'r, Cordelia's Queen. Speak, is not that the noble fuff'ring Edgar? Gloft. My pious Son, more dear than my loft Eyes. Lear. I wrong'd him too, but here's the fair Amends, Edg. Your Leave, my Liege, for an unwelcome Meffage. Edmund (but that's a Trifle) is expired. What more will touch you, your imperious Daughters, Cords. Cord. O fatal Period of ill-govern'd Life! Thou ferv'dft diftrefs'd Cordelia; take her crown'd, Gloft. Now, gentle Gods, give Glofter his Discharge. Edg. Our drooping Country now erects her Head, [Ex. Omnes EPI Spoken by Mrs. Barry. Nconftancy, the reigning Sin o'th' Age, IN Will fcarce endure true Lovers on the Stage; You hardly ev'n in Plays with fuch difpence, For Truth (I fear) with your Pit-Valour weigh: When we are off the Stage, and you are out, We are not quite fo coy, nor you fo ftout. We talk of Nunneries -but, to be fincere, Whoever lives to fee us cloister'd there, } For |