The Historie of King Lear.
As bent
3095to proue vpon thy heart whereto I
speake
¶thou lie
st,
¶Bast. In wi
sdome I
sholud a
ske thy name,
¶But
since thy out
side lookes
so faire and warlike,
¶And that thy being
some
say of breeding breathes,
¶By right of knighthood, I di
sdaine and
spurne
¶Heere do I to
sse tho
se trea
sons to thy head.
¶With the hell hatedly, oreturnd thy heart,
¶Which for they yet glance by and
scarcely bru
se,
3105This
sword of mine
shall giue them in
stant way
¶Where they
shall re
st for euer, trumpets
speake.
¶Alb. Saue him,
saue him,
¶Gon. This is meere practi
se
Gloster ¶by the law of armes
Thou art not bound to an
swere
3110an vnknowne oppo
site,
Thou art not vanqui
sht,
¶but cou
sned and beguild,
¶Alb. Stop your mouth dame,
¶or with this paper
shall I
stople
it,
¶thou wor
se then any thing, reade thine owne euill, nay
3115no
tearing Lady, I perceiue you know't.
¶Gon. Say if I do, the lawes are mine not thine,
¶who
shal arraine
¶Alb. Mo
st mon
strous know'
st thou this paper?
¶Gon. A
ske me not what I know.
Exit Gonorill.
3120Alb. Go after her,
shee's de
sperate, gouerne her.
¶Bast. What you haue chargd me with, that haue I don
¶And more, much more, the time will bring it out.
¶Tis pa
st, and
so am I, but what art thou
3125That ha
st this fortune on me? if thou bee'
st noble
¶Edg. Let's exchange charity,
¶I am no le
sse in bloud then thou art
Edmond,
¶If more, the more thou ha
st wrongd me.
3130My name is
Edgar, and thy fathers
sonne,
¶The Gods are iu
st, and of our plea
sant vertues.
¶Make in
struments to
scourge vs
¶the darke and vitious
Place where thee he gotte,
¶co
st him his eies.
3135Bast. Thou ha
st
spoken truth,
¶the wheele is come
full circled I am heere.
¶Alb. Me thought thy very gate did prophecie,
¶A royall noblene
sse I mu
st embrace thee.
¶Let
sorow
split my heart if I
3140did euer hate thee or thy father.
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