« AnteriorContinuar »
Or bobtail tike, or trundle-tail; Tom will make them weep and wail: 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 horn is dry. LEAR. Then let them anatomize Regan; see what breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in Nature that makes these hard hearts? [to EDGAR.] You, Sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your garments: you will say they are Persian attire; but let them be chang'd. KENT. Now, good my Lord, lie here and rest awhile. LEAR. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains: so, so, so we'll go to supper i' the morning: so, so, so. FOOL. And I'll go to bed at noon.
GLOU. Come hither, Friend; where is the King my
KENT. Here, Sir; but trouble him not; his wits are gone.
And drive towards Dover, Friend, where thou shalt
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master:
And follow me, that will to some provision
Thou must not stay behind. GLOU.
Oppressed nature sleeps. This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken sinews, Which, if convenience will not allow,
Stand in hard cure. [to the Fool.] Come, help to bear
ACT III EDG. When we our betters see bearing our woes,
Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray,
When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee,
SCENE VII. GLOUCESTER's Castle.
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND,
CORN. Post speedily to my Lord your husband; shew
[Exeunt some of the Servants.
REG. Hang him instantly.
CORN. Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you
our sister company: the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father are not fit for your beholding. Advise the Duke, where you are going, to a most festinate preparation: we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear Sister; farewell, my Lord of Gloucester.
How now! where's the King?
Osw. My Lord of Gloucester hath convey'd him hence.
Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;
Are gone with him towards Dover, where they boast
[Exeunt GONERIL, EDMUND, and OSWALD. Go seek the traitor Gloucester, Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us. [Exeunt other Servants.
Though well we may not pass upon his life
Enter GLOUCESTER, brought in by two or three.
REG. Ingrateful Fox! 'tis he.
CORN. Bind fast his corky arms.
GLOU. What mean your Graces? Good my Friends,
You are my guests: do me no foul play, Friends.
Villain, thou shalt find
[REGAN plucks his beard.
GLOU. By the kind Gods, 'tis most ignobly done
To pluck me by the beard.
REG. So white, and such a traitor!
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?
CORN. And what confederacy have you with the traitors
REG. To whose hands have you sent the lunatic King?
GLOU. I have a letter guessingly set down,
Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
. And not from one oppos'd.
CORN. Where hast thou sent the King?
REG. Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at
CORN. Wherefore to Dover?
Let him answer that. GLOU. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the
REG. Wherefore to Dover?
GLOU. Because I would not see thy cruel nails
Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
The Sea, with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up,
If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,
Thou should'st have said Good Porter, turn the key,
The winged vengeance overtake such children.
Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
GLOU. He that will think to live till he be old,
Give me some help! O cruel! O you Gods!
Hold your hand, my Lord!
FIRST SERV. If you did wear
How now, you Dog!
REG. Give me thy sword.
A peasant stand up thus!
FIRST SERV. O, I am slain! My Lord, you have one eye left
To see some mischief on him.
Where is thy lustre now?
GLOU. All dark and comfortless.
Where's my son
Then Edgar was abus’d.
Kind Gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! REG. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover. [Exit one with GLOUCESTER.] How
CORN. I have receiv'd a hurt: follow me, Lady.
If she live long, And in the end meet the old course of death, Women will all turn monsters.
SEC. SERV. Let's follow the old Earl, and get the
To lead him where he would: his roguish madness
THIRD SERV. Go thou: I'll fetch some flax and whites
To apply to his bleeding face. Now, Heaven help him!