The Historie of King Lear.
¶Reg. I pray
sir take patience, I haue hope
¶You le
sse know how to value her de
sert,
¶Then
she to
slacke her dutie.
1425Lear. My cur
sses on her.
¶Nature on you
standes on the very verge
¶of her con-
You
should be rul'd and led
¶by
some di
scretion,
That di
scernes your
state
1430better thẽ you your
selfe,
Therfore I pray
¶that to our
si
ster, you do make returne,
¶Say you haue wrong'd her Sir
?
¶Lear. A
ske her forgiuenes,
¶Doe you marke how this becomes the hou
se,
1435Deare daughter, I confe
sse that I am old,
¶Age is vnnece
ssarie, on my knees I beg,
¶That you'l vouch
safe me rayment, bed and food.
¶Reg. Good
sir no more, the
se are vn
sightly tricks,
¶Returne you to my
si
ster.
¶She hath abated me of halfe my traine,
¶Lookt blacke vpon me,
strooke mee with her tongue
¶Mo
st Serpent-like vpon the very heart,
¶All the
stor'd vengeances of heauen fall
1445on her ingratful
Strike her yong bones,
¶you taking ayrs with lamenes.
¶Lear. You nimble lightnings dart your blinding flames,
¶Into her
scornfull eyes, infect her beautie,
1450You Fen
suckt fogs, drawne by the powrefull Sunne,
¶To fall and bla
st her pride.
¶Reg. O the ble
st Gods,
¶so will you wi
sh on me,
When the rash mood---
¶Lear. No
Regan, thou
shalt neuer haue my cur
se,
1455The tẽder he
sted nature
shall not giue
¶the or'e
To har
shnes, her eies are fierce, but thine
¶do cõfort & not
Tis not in thee
¶to grudge my plea
sures, to cut off my
¶To bandy ha
sty words, to
scant my
sizes,
1460And in conclu
sion, to oppo
se the bolt
¶Again
st my coming in, thou better knowe
st,
¶The offices of nature, bond of child-hood,
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