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[Fields near Dover] Enter GLOUCESTER, and EDGAR [dressed like a peasant] Glou. When shall I come to the top of that same hill? | |
| Edg. You do climb up it now; look, how we labour. | |
| Glou. Methinks the ground is even. | |
| Edg. Horrible steep. | 4 |
| Hark, do you hear the sea? | |
| Glou. No, truly. | |
| Edg. Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect | |
| By your eyes anguish. | 8 |
| Glou. So may it be, indeed. | |
| Methinks thy voice is alterd, and thou speakst | |
| In better phrase and matter than thou didst. | |
| Edg. Youre much deceivd. In nothing am I changd | 12 |
| But in my garments. | |
| Glou. Methinks youre better spoken. | |
| Edg. Come on, sir, heres the place; stand still. How fearful | |
| And dizzy tis, to cast ones eyes so low! | 16 |
| The crows and choughs 1 that wing the midway air | |
| Show scarce so gross 2 as beetles. Half way down | |
| Hangs one that gathers samphire, 3 dreadful trade! | |
| Methinks he seems no bigger than his head. | 20 |
| The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, | |
| Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark, | |
| Diminishd to her cock; 4 her cock, a buoy | |
| Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge, | 24 |
| That on the unnumbred idle pebbles chafes, | |
| Cannot be heard so high. Ill look no more, | |
| Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight | |
| Topple down headlong. | 28 |
| Glou. Set me where you stand. | |
| Edg. Give me your hand; you are now within a foot | |
| Of the extreme verge. For all beneath the moon | |
| Would I not leap upright. | 32 |
| Glou. Let go my hand. | |
| Here, friend, s another purse; in it a jewel | |
| Well worth a poor mans taking. Fairies and gods | |
| Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off; | 36 |
| Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going. | |
| Edg. Now fare ye well, good sir. | |
| Glou. With all my heart. | |
| Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair | 40 |
| Is done to cure it. | |
| Glou. [Kneeling.] O you mighty gods! | |
| This world I do renounce, and in your sights | |
| Shake patiently my great affliction off. | 44 |
| If I could bear it longer, and not fall | |
| To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, | |
| My snuff 5 and loathed part of nature should | |
| Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O bless him! | 48 |
| Now, fellow, fare thee well. | |
| Edg. Gone, sir; farewell! | |
| And yet I know not how conceit 6 may rob | |
| The treasury of life, when life itself | 52 |
| Yields 7 to the theft. [GLOU. throws himself forward.] Had he been where he thought, | |
| By this had thought been past. Alive or dead? | |
| Ho, you sir! friend! Hear you, sir! speak! | |
| Thus might he pass 8 indeed; yet he revives. | 56 |
| What are you, sir? | |
| Glou. Away, and let me die. | |
| Edg. Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air, | |
| So many fathom down precipitating, | 60 |
| Thou dst shiverd like an egg: but thou dost breathe; | |
| Hast heavy substance; bleedst not; speakst; art sound. | |
| Ten masts at each 9 make not the altitude | |
| Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. | 64 |
| Thy lifes a miracle. Speak yet again. | |
| Glou. But have I fallen, or no? | |
| Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky bourn. 10 | |
| Look up a-height; 11 the shrill-gorgd 12 lark so far | 68 |
| Cannot be seen or heard. Do but look up. | |
| Glou. Alack, I have no eyes. | |
| Is wretchedness deprivd that benefit, | |
| To end itself by death? Twas yet some comfort, | 72 |
| When misery could beguile the tyrants rage, | |
| And frustrate his proud will. | |
| Edg. Give me your arm. | |
| Up: so. How is t? Feel you your legs? You stand. | 76 |
| Glou. Too well, too well. | |
| Edg. This is above all strangeness. | |
| Upon the crown o the cliff, what thing was that | |
| Which parted from you? | 80 |
| Glou. A poor unfortunate beggar. | |
| Edg. As I stood here below, methought his eyes | |
| Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses, | |
| Horns whelkd 13 and waved like the enridged sea. | 84 |
| It was some fiend; therefore, thou happy father, | |
| Think that the clearest 14 gods, who make them honours | |
| Of mens impossibilities, have preservd thee. | |
| Glou. I do remember now. Henceforth Ill bear | 88 |
| Affliction till it do cry out itself, | |
| Enough, enough, and die. That thing you speak of, | |
| I took it for a man; often twould say, | |
| The fiend, the fiend! He led me to that place. | 92 |
| Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts. | |
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Enter LEAR [fantastically dressed with wild flowers] But who comes here? | |
| The safer 15 sense will neer accommodate 16 | |
| His master thus. | 96 |
| Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining; | |
| I am the King himself. | |
| Edg. O thou side-piercing sight! | |
| Lear. Natures above art in that respect. Theres your press-money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper; draw me a clothiers yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace; this piece of toasted cheese will do t. Theres my gauntlet; Ill prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, bird! I the clout, 17 i the clout! Hewgh! Give the word. 18 | 100 |
| Edg. Sweet marjoram. | |
| Lear. Pass. | |
| Glou. I know that voice. | |
| Lear. Ha! Goneril, with a white beard! They flatterd me like a dog, and told me I had the white hairs in my beard ere the black ones were there. To say ay and no to everything that I said! Ay and no too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found em, there I smelt em out. Go to, they are not men o their words: they told me I was everything; tis a lie, I am not ague-proof. | 104 |
| Glou. The trick of that voice I do well remember. | |
| Is t not the King? | |
| Lear. Ay, every inch a king! | |
| When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. | 108 |
| I pardon that mans life. What was thy cause? 19 | |
| Adultery? | |
| Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery! No: | |
| The wren goes to t, and the small gilded fly | 112 |
| Does lecher in my sight. | |
| Let copulation thrive; for Gloucesters bastard son | |
| Was kinder to his father than my daughters | |
| Got tween the lawful sheets. | 116 |
| To t, luxury, 20 pell-mell! for I lack soldiers. | |
| Behold yond simpring dame, | |
| Whose face between her forks 21 presages snow, | |
| That minces virtue, and does shake the head | 120 |
| To hear of pleasures name, | |
| The fitchew, 22 nor the soiled 23 horse, goes to t | |
| With a more riotous appetite. | |
| Down from the waist they are Centaurs, | 124 |
| Though women all above; | |
| But to the girdle do the gods inherit, | |
| Beneath is all the fiends; | |
| Theres hell, theres darkness, theres the sulphurous pit, | 128 |
| Burning, scalding, stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie! pah, pah! | |
| Give me an ounce of civet; good apothecary, sweeten my imagination. | |
| Theres money for thee. | |
| Glou. O, let me kiss that hand! | 132 |
| Lear. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. | |
| Glou. O ruind piece of nature! This great world | |
| Shall so wear out to nought. Dost thou know me? | |
| Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny 24 at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid; Ill not love. Read thou this challenge; mark but the penning of it. | 136 |
| Glou. Were all thy letters suns, I could not see. | |
| Edg. [Aside.] I would not take this from report. It is; and my heart breaks at it. | |
| Lear. Read. | |
| Glou. What, with the case 25 of eyes? | 140 |
| 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. | |
| Glou. 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 yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places, and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou has seen a farmers dog bark at a beggar? | |
| Glou. Ay, sir. | 144 |
Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dogs obeyd in office. Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand! | |
| Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thy own back; | |
| Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind | |
| For which thou whipst her. The usurer hangs the cozener. 26 | 148 |
| Through tatterd clothes great vices do appear; | |
| Robes and furrd gowns hide all. Plate sins with gold, | |
| And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks; | |
| Arm it in rags, a pigmys straw does pierce it. | 152 |
| None does offend, none, I say, none; Ill able 27 em. | |
| Take that of me, my friend, who have the power | |
| To seal the accusers lips. Get thee glass eyes, | |
| And, like a scurvy politician, seem | 156 |
| To see the things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now. | |
| Pull off my boots; harder, harder: so. | |
| Edg. O, matter and impertinency 28 mixd! | |
| Reason in madness! | 160 |
| Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. | |
| I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester. | |
| Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. | |
| Thou knowst, the first time that we smell the air, | 164 |
| We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee; mark. | |
| Glou. 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. 29 | 168 |
| It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe | |
| A troop of horse with felt. Ill put t in proof; 30 | |
| And when I have stoln upon these son-in-laws, | |
| Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! | 172 |
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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; | 176 |
| You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons; | |
| I am cut to the brains. | |
| Gent. You shall have anything. | |
| Lear. No seconds? All myself? | 180 |
| Why, this would make a man a man of salt, 31 | |
| To use his eyes for garden water-pots, | |
| [Ay, and laying autumns dust. | |
| Gent. Good sir,] | 184 |
Lear. I will die bravely, like a smug 32 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 theres life in t. Come, an you get it, you shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa. Exit [running; Attendants follow]. | |
| Gent. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch, | 188 |
| 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 sir. | 192 |
| Gent. Sir, speed you: whats your will? | |
| Edg. Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward? | |
| Gent. Most sure and vulgar; 33 every one hears that, | |
| Which can distinguish sound. | 196 |
| Edg. But, by your favour, | |
| How nears the other army? | |
| Gent. Near and on speedy foot; the main descry 34 | |
| Stands on the hourly thought. | 200 |
| Edg. I thank you, sir; thats all. | |
| Gent. Though that the Queen on special cause is here, | |
| Her army is movd on. Exit. | |
| Edg. I thank you, sir. | 204 |
| Glou. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me; | |
| Let not my worser spirit tempt me again | |
| To die before you please! | |
| Edg. Well pray you, father. | 208 |
| Glou. Now, good sir, what are you? | |
| Edg. A most poor man, made tame to fortunes blows; | |
| Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows, | |
| Am pregnant 35 to good pity. Give me your hand, | 212 |
| Ill lead you to some biding. | |
| Glou. Hearty thanks; | |
| The bounty and the benison of Heaven | |
| To boot, and boot! | 216 |
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Enter Steward [OSWALD] Osw. A proclaimd prize! Most happy! | |
| That eyeless head of thine was first framd flesh | |
| To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor, | |
| Briefly thyself remember; the sword is out | 220 |
| That must destroy thee. | |
| Glou. Now let thy friendly hand | |
| Put strength enough to t. [EDGAR interposes.] | |
| Osw. Wherefore, bold peasant, | 224 |
| Darst thou support a publishd 36 traitor? Hence; | |
| Lest that the infection of his fortune take | |
| Like hold on thee. Let go his arm. | |
| Edg. Chill 37 not let go, zir, without vurther casion. | 228 |
| Osw. Let go, slave, or thou diest! | |
| Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volk pass. An chud 38 ha bin zwaggerd out of my life, t would not habin zo long as tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th old man; keep out, che vor ye, 39 or Ise try whether your costard 40 or my ballow 41 be the harder. Chill be plain with you. | |
| Osw. Out, dunghill! | |
| Edg. Chill pick your teeth, zir. Come, no matter vor your foins. 42 [They fight, and EDGAR knocks him down.] | 232 |
| Osw. Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse. | |
| If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body; | |
| And give the letters which thou findst about me | |
| To Edmund, Earl of Gloucester; seek him out | 236 |
| Upon 43 the English party. O, untimely death! | |
| Death! Dies. | |
| Edg. I know thee well; a serviceable villain, | |
| As duteous to the vices of thy mistress | 240 |
| As badness would desire. | |
| Glou. What, is he dead? | |
| Edg. Sit you down, father; rest you. | |
| Lets see these pockets; the letters that he speaks of | 244 |
| May be my friends. Hes dead; I am only sorry | |
| He had no other deaths-man. Let us see. | |
| Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not. | |
| To know our enemies minds, we rip their hearts; | 248 |
| Their papers, is more lawful. | |
(Reads the letter.) Let our reciprocal vows be remembred. You have many opportunities to cut him off; if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offerd. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror; then am I the prisoner, and his bed my gaol; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour.
Yourwife, so I would say Affectionate servant,
GONERIL. | |
| O indistinguishd space 44 of womans will! 45 | |
| A plot upon her virtuous husbands life; | 252 |
| And the exchange my brother! Here, in the sands, | |
| Thee Ill rake up, the post unsanctified | |
| Of murderous lechers; and in the mature time | |
| With this ungracious paper strike the sight | 256 |
| Of the death-practisd 46 duke. For him tis well | |
| That of thy death and business I can tell. | |
| Glou. The King is mad; how stiff is my vile sense | |
| That I stand up and have ingenious 47 feeling | 260 |
| Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract; | |
| So should my thoughts be severd from my griefs, Drum afar off. | |
| And woes by wrong imaginations lose | |
| The knowledge of themselves. | 264 |
| Edg. Give me your hand. | |
| Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. | |
| Come, father, Ill bestow 48 you with a friend. Exeunt. | |