The History of King Lear.
¶and furd-gownes hides all. Get thee gla
sse eyes, and like a
scur-
¶uy politician,
seeme to
see the things thou doe
st not; No, now
¶pull off my boots, harder, harder,
so.
¶Edg. O matter and impertinency, mixt rea
son in madne
sse.
¶Lear. If thou wilt weepe my fortune, take my eyes; I know
¶thee well enough, thy name is Glo
ster, thou mu
st be patient, we
2620came crying hither: thou know
st the fir
st time that we
smel the
¶aire, we waile and cry. I will preach to thee, marke me.
¶Glo. Alack, alack, the day.
¶Lear. When we are borne, we crie that wee are come to this
2625great
stage of fooles: this a good blocke. It were a delicate
stra-
¶tagem to
shoot a troope of hor
se with fell, and when I haue
stole
¶vpon the
se
sonnes in law, then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
¶Gent. O here he is, lay hands vpon him
sirs.
¶Lear. No re
scue, what a pri
soner? I am eene the naturall foole
¶of Fortune : v
se me well, you
shall haue a ran
som. Let me haue
2635a Chirurgeon, I am cut to'th braines.
¶Gent. You
shall haue any thing.
¶Lear. No
seconds, all my
selfe: why this would make a man
¶of
salt to v
se his eyes for garden water-pottes, I and laying Au-
2640Lear. I will dye brauely like a Bridegroome. What, I will bee
¶iouiall: Come, come, I am a King my ma
sters, know you that?
¶Gent. You are a royall one, and we obey you.
¶Lear. Then theres life int, nay if you get it you
shall get it
¶Gent. A
sight mo
st pittifull in the meane
st wretch, pa
st
spea-
¶king of in a king: thou ha
st one daughter who redeemes nature
¶from the generall cur
se which twaine hath brought her to.
2650Edg. Haile gentle
sir.
¶Gent. Sir
speed you, what's your will?
¶Edg. Do you heare ought of a battell toward?
¶Gent. Mo
st
sure and vulgar, euery ones heares
¶That can di
stingui
sh
sen
se.
2655Edg. But by your fauour, how neeres the other army?
