The Historie of King Lear.
fie, fie, fie, pah, pah, Giue mee an ounce of
¶Ciuet, good Apo-
thocarie,to
sweeten my imagination,
¶ther's money for thee.
¶Glost. O let me ki
sse that hand.
2575Lear. Here wipe it fir
st,
¶it
smels of mortalitie.
¶Glost. O ruind peece of nature, this great world
¶should
so
weare out to naught,
¶do you know me?
2580Lear. I remember thy eyes well inough, do
st thou
¶squiny on
me, no do thy wor
st blind
Cupid, ile not
¶loue, reade thou that
challenge, marke the penning
¶oft.
¶Glost. Were all the letters
sunnes I could not
see one.
2585Edg. I would not take this from report,
¶it is, and my heart
breakes at it.
¶ Lear. Read.
¶Glost. What! with the ca
se of eyes
¶Lear. O ho, are you there with me, no eyes in your
2590head, nor
no mony in your pur
se, your eyes are in a heau
¶ie ca
se, your pur
se
in a light, yet you
see how this world
¶goes.
¶Glost. I
see it feelingly.
¶Lear. What art mad, a man may
see how the world
2595goes with
no eyes, looke with thy eares,
see how
¶yon Iu
stice railes vpon
yon
simple theefe, harke in
¶thy eare handy, dandy, which is the
theefe, which is
¶the Iu
stice, thou ha
st
seene a far
¶mers dogge barke
at a begger.
¶Lear. And the creature runne from the cur, there thou
¶might
st
behold the great image of authoritie, a dogge,
¶so bade in office,
thou ra
scall beadle hold thy bloudy
¶hand, why do
st thou la
sh
that whore,
strip thine owne
2605backe, thy bloud hotly lu
sts to v
se
her in that kind for which
¶thou whip
st her, the v
surer hangs the
co
sioner, th
¶rough tottered raggs,
smal vices do appeare, robes
¶&
furd-gownes hides all,
¶get thee gla
sse eyes, and like a
scuruy po-
lititian
seeme to
see the
¶things thou doe
st not, no now pull off
my
2615bootes, harder, harder,
so.
¶Edg. O matter and impertinencie mixt
¶rea
son in madne
sse.
¶Lear. If thou wilt weepe my fortune take my eyes,
¶I knowe
thee well inough thy name is
Gloster,
2620thou mu
st be patient, we
came crying hither,
¶thou knowe
st the fir
st time that we
smell the
aire,
¶we wayl and cry, I will preach to thee marke me.
¶Gost. Alack alack the day.
¶Lear. VVhen we are borne, we crie that wee are come
2625to this
great
stage of fooles, this a good blocke.
¶It were a delicate
stra-