King Lear (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of King Lear
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¶ready for our apprehension.
¶Loyalty, though the conflict be sore betweene that, and
¶my blood.
1995a deere Father in my loue.
Exeunt.
¶
Scena Sexta.
¶
Enter Kent, and Gloucester.
¶Glou. Heere is better then the open ayre, take it thank-
¶fully: I will peece out the comfort with what addition I
2000can: I will not be long from you.
Exit
¶Kent. All the powre of his wits, haue giuen way to his
¶
Enter Lear, Edgar, and Foole.
¶Edg. Fraterretto cals me, and tells me Nero is an Ang-
¶the foule Fiend.
¶Foole. Prythee Nunkle tell me, whether a madman be
¶a Gentleman, or a Yeoman.
¶Lear. A King, a King.
2010Foole. No, he's a Yeoman, that ha's a Gentleman to
¶his Sonne: for hee's a mad Yeoman that sees his Sonne a
¶Gentleman before him.
¶Come hizzing in vpon 'em.
¶Kent. O pitty: Sir, where is the patience now
¶They marre my counterfetting.
2020Lear. The little dogges, and all;
¶Trey, Blanch, and Sweet-heart: see, they barke at me.
¶Edg. Tom, will throw his head at them: Auaunt you
¶Curres, be thy mouth or blacke or white:
¶Tooth that poysons if it bite:
2025Mastiffe, Grey-hound, Mongrill, Grim,
¶Hound or Spaniell, Brache, or Hym:
¶Or Bobtaile tight, or Troudle taile,
¶Tom will make him weepe and waile,
¶For with throwing thus my head;
2030Dogs leapt the hatch, and all are fled.
¶And Market Townes: poore Tom thy horne is dry,
¶Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan: See what
¶breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in Nature that
¶my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your gar-
¶chang'd.
¶
Enter Gloster.
¶Foole. And Ile go to bed at noone.
¶Glou. Come hither Friend:
2045Where is the King my Master?
¶Kent. Here Sir, but trouble him not, his wits are gon.
¶Glou. Good friend, I prythee take him in thy armes;
¶I haue ore-heard a plot of death vpon him:
¶There is a Litter ready, lay him in't,
2050And driue toward Douer friend, where thou shalt meete
¶Both welcome, and protection. Take vp thy Master,
¶With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
¶Giue thee quicke conduct. Come, come, away.
Exeunt
¶
Scena Septima.
¶
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Bastard,
¶and Seruants.
¶him this Letter, the Army of France is landed: seeke out
¶the Traitor Glouster.
¶Gon. Plucke out his eyes.
¶you our Sister company: the reuenges wee are bound to
¶take vppon your Traitorous Father, are not fit for your
¶beholding. Aduice the Duke where you are going, to a
¶
Enter Steward.
¶How now? Where's the King?
2075Some fiue or six and thirty of his Knights
¶Who, with some other of the Lords, dependants,
¶Are gone with him toward Douer; where they boast
¶To haue well armed Friends.
¶Pinnion him like a Theefe, bring him before vs:
2085Without the forme of Iustice: yet our power
¶Shall do a curt'sie to our wrath, which men
¶May blame, but not comptroll.
¶
Enter Gloucester, and Seruants.
¶Who's there? the Traitor?
2090Reg. Ingratefull Fox, 'tis he.
¶Glou. What meanes your Graces?
¶Do me no foule play, Friends.
¶Reg. Hard, hard: O filthy Traitor.
¶Glou. Vnmercifull Lady, as you are, I'me none.
¶Corn. To this Chaire binde him,
¶Villaine, thou shalt finde.
¶To plucke me by the Beard.
¶Glou. Naughty Ladie,
¶With Robbers hands, my hospitable fauours
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