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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 smells of mortality,

Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world
Shall fo wear out to nought.-Dost thou know me?

Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny at me ? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid ; I'll not love.—Read thou this challenge ; mark but the penning

of it, i

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 the case of eyes ?

Lear. O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes 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' fimple 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, fir.

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 lalh that whore ? Strip thine own back; Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind


For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the cozener.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate fin 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 doft not.-Now, now, now, now:
Pull off my boots :-harder, harder; fo.

Edg. O, matter and impertinency mix'd !
Reason in madness!

Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloster :
Thou must be patient; we came crying hither.
Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air,
We wawl, and cry: I will preach to thee; mark me.

Glo. Alack, alack the day!

Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come
To this great stage of fools ;--This a good block ?
It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe
A troop of horse with felt : I'll put it in proof;
And when I have stolen upon these sons-in-law,
Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants.
Gent. O, here he is; lay hand upon him.--Sir,
Your most dear daughter-

Lear. No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
The natural fool of fortune.-Use me well;
You shall have ransom. Let me have a surgeon,
I am cut to the brains.
You shall have any thing.



Lear. No seconds ? All myself?
Why, this would make a man, a man of salt,
To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Ay, and for laying autumn's duste

Good fir,
Lear. I will die bravely, like a bridegroom : What?
I will be jovial; come, come; I am a king,
My masters, know you that?

Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.

Lear. Then there's life in it. Nay, an you get it, you shall get it by running. Sa, fa, fa, fa.

[Exit, running; Attendants follow.
Gent. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch;
Past 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 fir.
Gent, Sir, speed you : What's your will ?
Edg. Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward ?

Gent. Most sure, and vulgar: every one hears that,
Which can distinguish sound.

But, by your favour,
How near's the other army?

Gent. Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry
Stands on the hourly thought.

I thank you, sir: that's all.
Gent. Though that the queen on special cause is bere,

is mov'd on. Edg.

I thank


[Exit Gent.
Glo. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please !

Well pray you, father.
Glo. Now, good sir, what are you?


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Edg. A most poor man, made tame by fortune's blows;
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand,
I'll lead you to some biding.

Hearty thanks :
The bounty and the benizon of heaven
To boot, and boot !


Enter Steward.
Stew. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!
That eyeless head of thine was first franı'd Aesh
To raise my fortunes.--Thou old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember:-The sword is out
That must destroy thee.

Now let thy friendly hand
Put strength enough to it.

[EDGAR opposes. Stew.

Wherefore, bold peasant,
Dar’st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence;
Lelt that the infection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.

Edg. Chill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion.
Stew. Let go, nave, or thou dieft.

Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volk pass. And ch'ud ha' been zwagger'd out of my life, ’twould 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 bat be the harder : Ch’ill be plain with you.

Stew. Out, dunghill !

Edg. Ch’ill pick your teeth, zir: Come; no matter vor your foins.

[They fight; and EDGAR knocks him down. Slew. Slave, thou hast nain me :---Villain, take my purse ;


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If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body;
And give the letters, which thou find It about me,
To Edmund earl of Glofter; seek him out
Upon the British party : -0, untimely death! [Dies.

Edg. I know thee well: A serviceable villain ;
As duteous to the vices of thy mistress,
As badness would desire.

What, is he dead ?
Edg. Sit

you down, father ; rest you... Let's see his pockets: these letters, that he speaks of, May be my friends.—He's dead; I am only forry He had no other death's-man.-Let us see Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not : To know our enemies' minds, we'd rip their hearts; Their papers, is more lawful.

[reads.] Let our reciprocal vows be remember'd. You bave many opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror : Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my gaol; from the loath'd warmth whereof deliver me, and fupply the place for your labour.

Your wife, (so I would say,) and your affectionate servant,

Goneril. O undistinguish'd space of woman's will !A plot upon her virtuous husband's life; And the exchange, my brother!-Here, in the sands, Thee I'll rake up, the post unfanctified Of murderous lechers: and, in the mature time, With this ungracious paper strike the fight Of the death-practis'd duke : for him 'tis well, That of thy death and business I can tell.

[Exit EDGAR, dragging out the body. Glo. The king is mad: How stiff is my vile sense,


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