The Historie of King Lear.
¶Enough, enough and die that thing you
speake of,
¶I tooke it for a man, often would it
say
¶The fiend the fiend, he led me to that place
2525Edg. Bare free & patient thoughts, but who comes here
¶The
safer
sence will neare accõmodate
¶his mai
ster thus.
2530Lear. No they cannot touch mee for coyning, I am the
¶king
¶Edg. O thou
side pearcing
sight.
¶Lear. Nature is aboue Art in that re
spect, ther's your
¶pre
sse
money, that fellow handles his bow like a crow-
2535keeper, draw me
a clothiers yard, looke, looke a
¶mow
se, peace, peace, this to
sted
chee
se will
¶do it, ther's my gauntlet, ile proue it on a gyant,
¶bring
vp the browne-billes, O well flowne bird
¶in the ayre, hagh, giue
the word.?
2540 Edg. Sweet Margerum.
¶Lear. Pa
sse.
Glost. I know that voyce.
¶Lear. Ha
Gonorill, ha
Regan, they flattered
¶mee like a dogge,
and tould me I had white haires in
2545my beard, ere the black ones
were there, to
say I and
¶no, to euery thing I
saide, I and no toe,
was no good
¶diuinitie, when the raine came to wet me once, and
the
¶winde to make mee chatter, when the thunder would not
¶peace at my bidding, there I found them, there I
smelt them
2550out,
goe toe, they are not men of their words, they told
¶mee I was
euery thing, tis a lye, I am not argue-proofe.
¶Glost. The tricke of that voyce I doe well remember,
¶i
st not
the King?
¶Lear. I euer inch a King
2555when I do
stare,
see how the
subiect
quakes,
¶I pardon that mans life, what was thy cau
se,
¶adultery?
thou
shalt not die for adulterie,
¶no the wren goes toot, and the
smal guilded flie
¶doe letcher in my
sight, let copulation thriue,
2560for
Glosters ba
stard
son was kinder to his father
¶then my daugh-
ters got tweene the lawfull
sheets,
¶toot luxurie,
pell,
mell, for I
lacke
souldiers,
¶behold yon
simpring dame who
se face between
her
¶forkes pre
sageth
snow, that minces vertue, and do
shake
2565the
head heare of plea
sures name to fichew nor
¶the
soyled hor
se
goes toot with a more riotous appe
¶tite, down frõ the wa
st tha're
centaures, though
¶women all aboue, but to the girdle doe the
gods inhe
¶rit, beneath is all the fiends, thers hell, thers dark
2570ne
sse,
ther's the
sulphury pit, burning,
scalding,
stench,
¶con
sumation,
