King Lear (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scena Tertia.
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Enter in conquest with Drum and Colours, Edmund, Lear,
¶and Cordelia, as prisoners, Souldiers, Captaine.
2940Bast. Some Officers take them away: good guard,
¶That are to censure them.
¶We two alone will sing like Birds i'th'Cage:
¶And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
¶At gilded Butterflies: and heere (poore Rogues)
¶Talke of Court newes, and wee'l talke with them too,
2955Who looses, and who wins; who's in, who's out;
¶And take vpon's the mystery of things,
¶As if we were Gods spies: And wee'l weare out
¶That ebbe and flow by th'Moone.
2960Bast. Take them away.
¶Haue I caught thee?
¶He that parts vs, shall bring a Brand from Heauen,
2965And fire vs hence, like Foxes: wipe thine eyes,
¶Ere they shall make vs weepe?
Exit.
¶Bast. Come hither Captaine, hearke.
2970Take thou this note, go follow them to prison,
¶To Noble Fortunes: know thou this, that men
¶Are as the time is; to be tender minded
2975Do's not become a Sword, thy great imployment
¶Or thriue by other meanes.
¶Capt. Ile do't my Lord.
¶As I haue set it downe.
Exit Captaine.
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Flourish. Enter Albany, Gonerill, Regan, Soldiers.
¶And Fortune led you well: you haue the Captiues
¶May equally determine.
¶Bast. Sir, I thought it fit,
¶And turne our imprest Launces in our eies
¶Which do command them. With him I sent the Queen:
¶To morrow, or at further space, t' appeare
¶Alb. Sir, by your patience,
¶I hold you but a subiect of this Warre,
3000Not as a Brother.
¶Methinkes our pleasure might haue bin demanded
3005The which immediacie may well stand vp,
¶And call it selfe your Brother.
¶In his owne grace he doth exalt himselfe,
¶More then in your addition.
3010Reg. In my rights,
¶Gon. Hola, hola,
¶From a full flowing stomack. Generall,
¶Take thou my Souldiers, prisoners, patrimony,
¶My Lord, and Master.
¶Gon. Meane you to enioy him?
¶Alb. The let alone lies not in your good will.
¶Bast. Nor in thine Lord.
3025Alb. Halfe-blooded fellow, yes.
¶This guilded Serpent: for your claime faire Sisters,
3030I bare it in the interest of my wife,
¶And I her husband contradict your Banes.
¶If you will marry, make your loues to me,
¶My Lady is bespoke.
3035Gon. An enterlude.
¶Let the Trmpet sound:
¶If none appeare to proue vpon thy person,
3040There is my pledge: Ile make it on thy heart
¶Then I haue heere proclaim'd thee.
3045Bast. There's my exchange, what in the world hes
¶That names me Traitor, villain-like he lies,
¶Call by the Trumpet: he that dares approach;
¶On him, on you, who not, I will maintaine
¶My truth and honor firmely.
3050
Enter a Herald.
¶Alb. A Herald, ho.
¶All leuied in my name, haue in my name
¶Tooke their discharge.
¶Alb. She is not well, conuey her to my Tent.
¶Come hither Herald, let the Trumper sound,
¶And read out this.
A Tumpet sounds.
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Herald reads.
3060 If any man of qualitie or degree, within the lists of the Ar-
¶that he is a manifold Traitor, let him appeare by the third
¶sound of the Trumpet: he is bold in his defence.
1 Trumpet.
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Trumpet answers within.
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Enter Edgar armed.
¶Vpon this Call o'th'Trumpet.
3070Her. What are you?
¶Your name, your quality, and why you answer
¶This present Summons?
¶By Treasons tooth: bare-gnawne, and Canker-bit,
3075Yet am I Noble as the Aduersary
¶I come to cope.
3080Edg. Draw thy Sword,
¶That if my speech offend a Noble heart,
¶Thy arme may do thee Iustice, heere is mine:
¶Behold it is my priuiledge,
¶The priuiledge of mine Honours,
¶Maugre thy strength, place, youth, and eminence,
¶Thy valor, and thy heart, thou art a Traitor:
¶False to thy Gods, thy Brother, and thy Father,
¶And from th'extremest vpward of thy head,
3095To proue vpon thy heart, whereto I speake,
¶Thou lyest.
3100What safe, and nicely I might well delay,
¶With the hell-hated Lye, ore-whelme thy heart,
¶But cozend, and beguild.
¶Alb. Shut your mouth Dame,
¶Thou worse then any name, reade thine owne euill:
3115No tearing Lady, I perceiue you know it.
¶Gon. Say if I do, the Lawes are mine not thine,
¶Who can araigne me for't?
Exit.
¶Bast. What you haue charg'd me with,
¶That haue I done,
¶And more, much more, the time will bring it out.
3125That hast this Fortune on me? If thou'rt Noble,
¶I do forgiue thee.
¶Edg. Let's exchange charity:
¶If more, the more th'hast wrong'd me.
3130My name is Edgar and thy Fathers Sonne,
¶Make instruments to plague vs:
¶The darke and vitious place where thee he got,
¶Cost him his eyes.
¶The Wheele is come full circle, I am heere.
3140Did hate thee, or thy Father.
¶Edg. Worthy Prince I know't.
¶How haue you knowne the miseries of your Father?
3145And when 'tis told, O that my heart would burst.
¶The bloody proclamation to escape
¶That we the paine of death would hourely dye,
¶Rather then die at once) taught me to shift
¶That very Dogges disdain'd: and in this habit
¶Met I my Father with his bleeding Rings,
¶Their precious Stones new lost: became his guide,
3155Neuer (O fault) reueal'd my selfe vnto him,
¶Told him our pilgrimage. But his flaw'd heart
3160(Alacke too weake the conflict to support)
¶Alb. If there be more, more wofull, hold it in,
¶Hearing of this.
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Enter a Gentleman.
3170Gen. Helpe, helpe: O helpe.
¶Edg. What kinde of helpe?
¶Alb. Speake man.
¶Edg. What meanes this bloody Knife?
3175of---- O she's dead.
¶Alb. Who dead? Speake man.
¶Bast. I was contracted to them both, all three
3180Now marry in an instant.
¶Edg. Here comes Kent.
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Enter Kent.
¶Alb. Produce the bodies, be they aliue or dead;
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Gonerill and Regans bodies brought out.
3185This iudgement of the Heauens that makes vs tremble.
¶Touches vs not with pitty: O, is this he?
¶The time will not allow the complement
¶Which very manners vrges.
¶Kent. I am come
3190To bid my King and Master aye good night.
¶Is he not here?
¶Alb. Great thing of vs forgot,
¶Speake Edmund, where's the King? and where's Cordelia?
¶Seest thou this obiect Kent?
3195Kent. Alacke, why thus?
¶Bast. Yet Edmund was belou'd:
¶(Be briefe in it) to'th'Castle, for my Writ
¶Is on the life of Lear, and on Cordelia:
¶Nay, send in time.
3205Alb. Run, run, O run.
¶Edg. To who my Lord? Who ha's the Office?
¶Send thy token of repreeue.
¶Bast. Well thought on, take my Sword,
¶Giue it the Captaine.
¶To hang Cordelia in the prison, and
¶To lay the blame vpon her owne dispaire,
3215Alb. The Gods defend her, beare him hence awhile.
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Enter Lear with Cordelia in his armes.
3220I know when one is dead, and when one liues,
¶Why then she liues.
¶Kent. Is this the promis'd end?
3225Edg. Or image of that horror.
¶It is a chance which do's redeeme all sorrowes
¶That euer I haue felt.
¶Lear. Prythee away.
¶Edg. 'Tis Noble Kent your Friend.
¶Lear. A plague vpon you Murderors, Traitors all,
3235Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha:
¶Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
¶I kill'd the Slaue that was a hanging thee.
¶Gent. 'Tis true (my Lords) he did.
3240Lear. Did I not fellow?
¶I haue seene the day, with my good biting Faulchion
¶I would haue made him skip: I am old now,
¶One of them we behold.
¶Where is your Seruant Caius?
3250Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that,
¶He'le strike and quickly too, he's dead and rotten.
¶Kent. No my good Lord, I am the very man.
¶Lear. Your are welcome hither.
3260And desperately are dead
¶That we present vs to him.
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Enter a Messenger.
¶Mess. Edmund is dead my Lord.
¶Alb. That's but a trifle heere:
¶You Lords and Noble Friends, know our intent,
¶What comfort to this great decay may come,
3270Shall be appli'd. For vs we will resigne,
¶During the life of this old Maiesty
¶To him our absolute power, you to your rights,
¶With boote, and such addition as your Honours
¶Haue more then merited. All Friends shall
3275Taste the wages of their vertue, and all Foes
¶Lear. And my poore Foole is hang'd: no, no, no life?
¶And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
3280Neuer, neuer, neuer, neuer, neuer.
¶Pray you vndo this Button. Thanke you Sir,
¶Do you see this? Looke on her? Looke her lips,
¶Looke there, looke there.
He dies.
¶Edg. He faints, my Lord, my Lord.
3285Kent. Breake heart, I prythee breake.
¶Edg. Looke vp my Lord.
¶That would vpon the wracke of this tough world
¶Stretch him out longer.
3290Edg. He is gon indeed.
¶He but vsurpt his life.
¶Is generall woe: Friends of my soule, you twaine,
¶Speake what we feele, not what we ought to say:
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Exeunt with a dead March.
