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King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Michael Best
Not Peer Reviewed
The Historie of King Lear.
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Shee takes a sword and runs at him behind.
Seruant. Oh I am slaine my Lord, yet haue you one eye left to
see some mischiefe on him, oh!
Corn. Least it see more preuent it, out vild Ielly.
Where is thy luster now?
2160Glost. All darke and comfortles, wher's my sonne Edmund?
Edmund vnbridle all the sparks of nature, to quit this horred act.
Reg. Out villaine, 2165thou calst on him that hates thee, it was he
that made the ouerture of thy treasons to vs, who is too good to
pittie thee.
Glost. O my follies, then Edgar was abus'd,
Kind Gods forgiue me that, and prosper him.
2170Reg. Goe thrust him out at gates, and let him smell his way to
Douer, how ist my Lord? how looke you?
Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt, follow me Ladie,
Turne out that eyles villaine, throw this slaue 2175vpon
The dungell Regan, I bleed apace, vntimely
Comes this hurt, giue me your arme.
Exit.
2176.1Seruant. Ile neuer care what wickednes I doe,
If this man come to good.
2 Seruant. If she liue long, & in the end meet the old course
of death, women will all turne monsters.
.51 Ser. Lets follow the old Earle, and get the bedlom
To lead him where he would, his rogish madnes
Allows it selfe to any thing.
2 Ser. Goe thou, ile fetch some flaxe and whites of egges to
apply to his bleeding face, now heauen helpe him.
Exit.
Enter Edgar.
Edg. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemnd,
2180Then still contemn'd and flattered to be worst,
The lowest and most deiected thing of Fortune
Stands still in experience, liues not in feare,
The lamentable change is from the best,
The worst returnes to laughter,
Who's here, my father poorlie, leed, 2190world, world, O world!
But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee,
Life would not yeeld to age.
Enter Glost. led by an old man.
Old man O my good Lord, I haue beene your tenant, & your
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fathers