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Gent. Sir, speed you: What's
will? you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward? Gent. Most sure, and vulgar: every one hears
that, Which can distinguish sound. Edg.
But, by your favour, How 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
here, Her army
is mov'd on. Edg.
I thank you, sir. [Exit Gent. Glo. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from
pray you, father.
Enter Steward. Stew.
A proclaim'd prize! Most happy! That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh
To raise my fortunes.—Thou old unhappy traitor,
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; Lest 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, slave, or thou diest.
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
Stew. Out, dunghill!
Edg. Ch’ill pick your teeth, zir: Come; no matter for your foins.
[They fight; and Edgar knocks him down. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me:-Villain, take
my purse; If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body; And give the letters, which thou find’st about me, To Edmund earl of Glo'ster; 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 sorry 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 have 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 supply the place for
Your wife, (so I would say,) and your affectionate servant,
O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!-
[Exit Edgar, dragging out the body. Glo. The king is mad: How stiff is my vile
That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling
my huge sorrows! Better I were distract:
Re-enter Edgar. Edg.
Give me your hand: Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend.
A Tent in the French camp. Lear on a bed, asleep;
Physician, Gentleman, and Others, attending :
Be better suited:
Pardon me, dear madam; Yet to be known, shortens my made intent: My boon I make it, that you know me not, Till time and I think meet.
Cor. Then be it so, my good lord.—How does.
[To the Physician. Phy. Madam, sleeps still. Cor. O
So please your majesty, That we may wake the king? he hath slept long. Cor. Be govern’d by your knowledge, and pro
ceed l'the sway of your own will. Is he array’d?
Gent. Ay, madam; in the heayiness of his sleep, We put fresh
garments on him. Phy. Be by, good madam, when we do awake
him; I doubt not of his temperance. Cor.
Kind and dear princess! Cor. Had you not been their father, these white
flakes Had challeng’d pity of them. Was this a face To be expos’d against the warring winds? To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder? In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning? to watch (poor perdu!)