The Historie of King Lear.
like a riotous Inne, epicuri
sme, and lu
st
¶make more like a tauerne
or brothell,
755then a great pallace, the
shame it
selfe doth
speake
¶for in
stant remedie, be thou de
sired
¶by her, that el
se will take the
thing
shee begs,
¶a little to di
squantitie your traine,
¶and the re-
mainder that
shall
still depend,
760to bee
such men as may be
sort
your age,
¶that know them
selues and you.
¶Lear. Darkenes, and Deuils
! ¶saddle my hor
ses, call my traine
together,
¶degenerate ba
stard, ile not trouble thee,
765yet haue I left
a daughter.
¶Gon. You
strike my people, and your di
sordred rabble,
¶make
seruants of their betters.
¶Lear. We that too late repent's, O
sir, are you come
? 770is it your
will that wee prepare any hor
ses,
¶ingratitude! thou marble har-
ted fiend,
¶more hideous when thou
shewe
st thee in a child,
¶then
the Sea-mon
ster,
775dete
sted kite, thou li
st
¶my traine, and men of
choi
se and rare
st parts,
¶that all particulars of dutie knowe,
¶and
in the mo
st exact regard,
support
¶the wor
ships of their name, O
mo
st
small fault,
780how vgly did'
st thou in
Cordelia shewe, that
¶like an engine wrencht my frame of nature
¶from the fixt place,
drew from my heart all loue
¶and added to the gall, O
Lear.
Lear!¶beat at this gate that let thy folly in,
785and thy deere iudgement
out, goe goe, my people?
¶Duke, My Lord, I am giltles as I am ignorant.
¶Leir. It may be
so my Lord,
¶harke
Nature, heare deere God-
de
sse,
790su
spend thy purpo
se, if thou did'
st intend
¶to make this
creature fruitful
¶into her wombe, conuey
sterility,
¶drie vp in hir
the organs of increa
se,
¶and from her derogate body neuer
spring
795a babe to honour her, if
shee mu
st teeme,
¶create her childe of
spleene, that it may liue
¶and bee a thourt di
suetur'd torment to
her,
¶let it
stampe wrinckles in her brow of youth,
¶with accent
teares, fret channels in her cheeks,
800turne all her mothers paines
and benefits
¶to laughter and contempt, that
shee may feele, that
she may feele,
¶how
sharper then a
serpents tooth it is,
¶to haue a
thanklesse child, goe, goe, my people?
¶Duke. Now Gods that we adore,
805whereof comes this!
¶Gon. Neuer afflict your
selfe to know the cau
se,
¶but let his
di
spo
sition haue that
scope that
¶dotage giues it.
810Lear. What, fiftie of my followers at a clap,
¶within a fortnight?
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