King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)
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¶
Enter Edmund, with Lear and Cordelia prisoners.
2940Bast, Some officers take them away, good guard
¶That are to censure them.
¶We two alone will sing like birds it'h cage,
¶And pray, and sing, and tell old tales and laugh
¶At guilded butterflies, and heare poore rogues
¶Talke of Court newes, and weele talke with them to,
¶And take vpon's the mistery of things
¶As if we were Gods spies, and weele weare out
¶That ebbe and flow bith' Moone.
2960Bast. Take them away.
¶He that parts vs shall bring a brand from heauen,
2965And fire vs hence like Foxes, wipe thine eyes,
¶The good shall deuoure em, fleach and fell
¶Bast. Come hither Captaine, harke.
2970Take thou this note, goe follow them to prison,
¶To noble fortunes, know thou this that men
¶Are as the time is, to be tender minded
2975Does not become a sword, thy great imployment
¶Or thriue by other meanes.
¶Cap. Ile do't my Lord.
¶As I haue set it downe.
2981.1Cap. I cannot draw a cart, nor eate dride oats,
¶If it bee mans worke ile do't.
¶
Enter Duke, the two Ladies, and others.
¶And Fortune led you well you haue the captiues
¶May equally determine.
¶Bast. Sir I thought it fit,
¶And turne our imprest launces in our eyes
¶Which doe commaund them, with him I sent the queen
¶The question of Cordelia and her father
¶Requires a fitter place.
¶Alb. Sir by your patience,
¶I hold you but a subiect of this warre, not as a brother.
3005The which imediate may well stand vp,
¶And call it selfe your brother.
¶more then in your aduancement.
¶From a full flowing stomack, Generall
3020Witnes the world that I create thee here
¶My Lord and maister.
¶Gon. Meane you to inioy him then?
¶Alb. The let alone lies not in your good will.
¶Bast. Nor in thine Lord.
3025Alb. Halfe blouded fellow, yes.
¶On capitall treason, and in thine attaint,
3030I bare it in the interest of my wife.
¶And I her husband contradict the banes,
¶If you will mary, make your loue to me,
¶If none appeare to proue vpon thy head,
3040There is my pledge, ile proue it on thy heart
¶Then I haue here proclaimd thee.
3045Bast. Ther's my exchange, what in the world he is,
¶That names me traytor, villain-like he lies,
¶Call by thy trumpet, he that dares approach,
¶On him, on you, who not, I will maintaine
¶My truth and honour firmely.
¶All leuied in my name, haue in my name tooke their
(discharge.
¶Alb. She is not well, conuey her to my tent,
¶Come hether Herald, let the trumpet sound,
¶And read out this.
Cap. Sound trumpet?
¶that he's a manifold traitour, let him appeare at the third sound
¶of the trumpet, he is bold in his defence.
¶Bast. Sound? Againe?
¶
Enter Edgar at the third sound, a trumpet before him.
¶Vpon this call oth' trumpet.
3070Her. What are you? your name and qualitie?
¶Bare-gnawne and canker-bitte; yet are I mou't
3075Where is the aduersarie I come to cope with all.
¶That if my speech offend a noble hart, thy arme
¶May do thee Iustice, here is mine.
¶Behold it is the priuiledge of my tongue,
¶Maugure thy strength, youth, place and eminence,
¶Thy valor and thy heart thou art a traytor.
¶False to thy Gods thy brother and thy Father,
¶And from the'xtreamest vpward of thy head,
As bent to proue vpon thy heart whereto I speake thou liest,
¶With the hell hatedly, oreturnd thy heart,
¶it, thou worse then any thing, reade thine owne euill, nay no
3115tearing Lady, I perceiue you know't.
¶Bast. What you haue chargd me with, that haue I don
¶And more, much more, the time will bring it out.
¶I do forgiue thee.
¶Edg. Let's exchange charity,
¶If more, the more thou hast wrongd me.
3130My name is Edgar, and thy fathers sonne,
¶Place where thee he gotte, cost him his eies.
¶full circled I am heere.
¶Alb. Me thought thy very gate did prophecie,
¶Edg. Worthy Prince I know't.
¶How haue you knowne the miseries of your father?
3145List a briefe tale, and when tis told
3145.1O that my heart would burst the bloudy proclamation
¶O our liues sweetnes, that with the paine of death,
¶Would hourly die, rather then die at once.
¶Taught me to shift into a mad-mans rags
¶And in this habit met I my father with his bleeding rings,
3155Neuer (O Father) reueald my selfe vnto him,
¶Told him my pilgrimage, but his flawd heart,
3160Alacke too weake, the conflict to support,
¶Alb. If there be more, more wofull, hold it in,
¶As loue not sorow, but another to amplifie too much,
¶Would make much more, and top extreamitie
¶Whil'st I was big in clamor, came there in a man,
¶Shund my abhord society, but then finding
¶He fastened on my necke and bellowed out,
¶As hee'd burst heauen, threw me on my father,
.10Told the most pitious tale of Lear and him,
¶That euer eare receiued, which in recounting
¶Began to cracke twice, then the trumpets sounded.
¶And there I left him traunst.
.15Alb. But who was this.
¶Followed his enemie king and did him seruice
¶Improper for a slaue.
¶
Enter one with a bloudie knife,
3170Gent. Helpe, helpe,
¶Bast. I was contracted to them both, all three
3180Now marie in an instant.
¶Alb. Produce their bodies, be they aliue or dead,
3185This Iustice of the heauens that makes vs tremble,
¶Touches vs not with pity.
Edg. Here comes Kent sir.
The complement that very manners vrges.
¶Is he not here?
¶Duke. Great thing of vs forgot,
¶Speake Edmund, whers the king, and whers Cordelia
¶Seest thou this obiect Kent.
The bodies of Gonorill and
Regan are brought in.
3195Kent. Alack why thus.
¶Bast. Yet Edmund was beloued,
Duke. Euen so, couer their faces.
¶Be briefe, int toth' castle for my writ,
¶Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia,
¶Nay send in time.
Duke. Runne, runne, O runne.
¶Thy token of repreeue.
¶Giue it the Captaine?
Duke. Hast thee for thy life.
¶To hang Cordelia in the prison, and to lay
¶The blame vpon her owne despaire,
3215Duke. The Gods defend her, beare him hence a while.
¶
Enter Lear with Cordelia in his armes.
3220I know when one is dead and when one liues,
¶Why then she liues.
3225Kent. Is this the promist end.
¶It is a chance which do's redeeme all sorowes
¶That euer I haue felt.
Kent. A my good maister.
¶Lear. A plague vpon your murderous traytors all,
3235Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little, ha,
¶Gentle and low, an excellent thing in women,
¶I kild the slaue that was a hanging thee.
¶Cap. Tis true my Lords, he did.
¶With my good biting Fauchon I would
¶Haue made them skippe, I am old now,
¶One of them we behold.
Lear. Are not you Kent?
¶Lear. Hees a good fellow, I can tell that,
¶Heele strike and quickly too, hees dead and rotten.
¶Kent. No my good Lord, I am the very man.
¶Kent. That from your life of difference and decay,
Lear. You'r welcome hither.
3260And desperatly are dead.
Lear. So thinke I to.
¶That we present vs to him.
Edg. Very bootlesse.
Enter
Captaine.
¶Capt. Edmund is dead my Lord.
¶Duke. Thats but a trifle heere, you Lords and noble friends,
¶Know our intent, what comfort to this decay may come, shall be
¶to him our absolute power, you to your rights with boote, and
¶such addition as your honor haue more then merited, all friends
¶dog, a horse, a rat of life and thou no breath at all, O thou wilt
¶come no more, neuer, neuer, neuer, pray you vndo this button,
¶thanke you sir, O, o, o, o.
_Edg. He faints my Lord, my Lord.
¶He hates him that would vpon the wracke,
¶Of this tough world stretch him out longer.
3290Edg. O he is gone indeed.
¶He but vsurpt his life.
¶Is to generall woe, friends of my soule, you twaine
¶Speake what we feele, not what we ought to say,
