The History of King Lear.
¶With the hell hatedly ore-turn'd thy heart,
¶Which for they yet glance by, and
scar
sely brui
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 practice Glo
ster, by the law of Armes
¶Thou art not bound to offer an vnknowne oppo
site,
3110Thou art not vanqui
sht, but cou
sned and beguild.
¶Alb. Stop your mouth Dame, or with this paper
shall I
stop
¶it: thou wor
se then any thing, reade thine owne euill. Nay, no
3115tearing Lady, I perceiue you know't.
¶Gon. Say if do, the lawes are mine not thine, who
shal araign
¶Alb. Mon
ster, know
st thou this paper?
¶Gon. Aske me not what I know.
Exit Gonorill.
3120Alb. Go after her,
she's de
sperate, gouerne her.
¶Bast. What you haue charg'd me with, that haue I done,
¶And more, much more, the time will bring it out.
¶Tis pa
st, and
so am I: but what art thou that ha
st this fortune on
3125me? If thou bee
st noble, I do forgiue thee.
¶Edg. Let's exchange charity,
¶I am no le
sse in blood then thou art
Edmund,
¶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 he thee got, co
st him his eyes.
3135Bast. Thou ha
st
spoken truth,
¶The wheele is come full circkled, I am heere.
¶Alb. Me thought thy very gate did prophe
sie
¶A royall noblene
sse, I mu
st embrace thee,
¶Let
sorow
split my heart if I did euer hate thee or thy father.
¶Edg. Worthy Prince I know it.
¶Alb. Where haue you hid your
selfe?
¶How haue you knowne the mi
series of your father
?
¶Edg. By nur
sing them my Lord,
3145Li
st a breefe tale, and when tis told,
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