King Lear (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of King Lear
¶You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?
¶Corn. Come Sir.
¶What Letters had you late from France?
¶Corn. And what confederacie haue you with the Trai-
¶tors, late footed in the Kingdome?
¶You haue sent the Lunaticke King: Speake.
¶Which came from one that's of a newtrall heart,
¶And not from one oppos'd.
¶Corn. Cunning.
¶Glou. To Douer.
¶Reg. Wherefore to Douer?
¶Was't thou not charg'd at perill.
2125Glou. I am tyed to'th'Stake,
¶Reg. Wherefore to Douer?
¶Plucke out his poore old eyes: nor thy fierce Sister,
¶In Hell-blacke-night indur'd, would haue buoy'd vp
¶And quench'd the Stelled fires:
¶Yet poore old heart, he holpe the Heauens to raine.
2135If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that sterne time,
¶The winged Vengeance ouertake such Children.
¶Glou. He that will thinke to liue, till he be old,
¶Giue me some helpe. ---- O cruell! O you Gods.
2145Seru. Hold your hand, my Lord:
¶But better seruice haue I neuer done you,
¶Then now to bid you hold.
¶Reg. How now, you dogge?
2150Ser. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin,
¶I'ld shake it on this quarrell. What do you meane?
¶Corn. My Villaine?
¶Seru. Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger.
2155
Killes him.
¶Where is thy luster now?
¶Where's my Sonne Edmund?
¶Edmund, enkindle all the sparkes of Nature
¶To quit this horrid acte.
¶Reg. Out treacherous Villaine,
2165Thou call'st on him, that hates thee. It was he
¶That made the ouerture of thy Treasons to vs:
¶Who is too good to pitty thee.
¶Glou. O my Follies! then Edgar was abus'd,
¶Kinde Gods, forgiue me that, and prosper him.
¶His way to Douer.
Exit with Glouster.
¶How is't my Lord? How looke you?
¶Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt: Follow me Lady;
2175Vpon the Dunghill: Regan, I bleed apace,
¶Vntimely comes this hurt. Giue me your arme.
Exeunt,
¶
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
¶
Enter Edgar.
¶Edg. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemn'd,
¶The lamentable change is from the best,
¶The worst returnes to laughter. Welcome then,
¶Owes nothing to thy blasts.
¶
Enter Glouster, and an Oldman.
¶But who comes heere? My Father poorely led?
2190World, World, O world!
¶But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee,
¶Life would not yeelde to age.
¶Oldm. O my good Lord, I haue bene your Tenant,
2195Glou. Away, get thee away: good Friend be gone,
¶Thy comforts can do me no good at all,
¶Thee, they may hurt.
¶Glou. I haue no way, and therefore want no eyes:
¶Our meanes secure vs, and our meere defects
¶Proue our Commodities. Oh deere Sonne Edgar,
¶The food of thy abused Fathers wrath:
¶Might I but liue to see thee in my touch,
2205I'ld say I had eyes againe.
¶Oldm. How now? who's there?
¶I am worse then ere I was.
¶Old. 'Tis poore mad Tom.
¶Glou. Is it a Beggar-man?
¶Oldm. Madman, and beggar too.
¶Which made me thinke a Man, a Worme. My Sonne
¶Came then into my minde, and yet my minde
2220I haue heard more since:
¶As Flies to wanton Boyes, are we to th'Gods,
¶They kill vs for their sport.
¶Glou. Is that the naked Fellow?
¶Oldm. I, my Lord.
¶Thou wilt ore-take vs hence a mile or twaine
2230I'th'way toward Douer, do it for ancient loue,
¶And bring some couering for this naked Soule,
¶Which Ile intreate to leade me.
Glou.
