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  • Title: King Lear (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Michael Best
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-463-9

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Michael Best
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    King Lear (Folio 1, 1623)

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    The Tragedie of King Lear.
    Lear. Deny to speake with me ?
    They are sicke, they are weary,
    They haue trauail'd all the night? meere fetches,
    The images of reuolt and flying off.
    1365Fetch me a better answer.
    Glo. My deere Lord,
    You know the fiery quality of the Duke,
    How vnremoueable and fixt he is
    In his owne course.
    1370 Lear. Vengeance, Plague, Death, Confu sion :
    Fiery? What quality? Why Glo ster, Glo ster,
    I'ld speake with the Duke of Cornewall, and his wife.
    Glo. Well my good Lord, I haue inform'd them so.
    Lear. Inform'd them? Do' st thou vnder stand me man.
    1375 Glo. I my good Lord.
    Lear. The King would speake with Cornwall,
    The deere Father
    Would with his Daughter speake, commands, tends, ser- (uice,
    Are they inform'd of this? My breath and blood:
    1380Fiery? The fiery Duke, tell the hot Duke that----
    No, but not yet, may be he is not well,
    Infirmity doth still neglect all office,
    Whereto our health is bound, we are not our selues,
    When Nature being oppre st, commands the mind
    1385To suffer with the body; Ile forbeare,
    And am fallen out with my more headier will,
    To take the indispos'd and sickly fit,
    For the sound man. Death on my state: wherefore
    Should he sit heere? This act perswades me,
    1390That this remotion of the Duke and her
    Is practise only. Giue me my Seruant forth;
    Goe tell the Duke, and's wife, Il'd speake with them :
    Now, presently: bid them come forth and heare me,
    Or at their Chamber doore Ile beate the Drum,
    1395Till it crie sleepe to death.
    Glo. I would haue all well betwixt you. Exit.
    Lear. Oh me my heart! My ri sing heart! But downe.
    Foole. Cry to it Nunckle, as the Cockney did to the
    Eeles, when she put 'em i'th'Pa ste aliue, she knapt 'em
    1400o'th'coxcombs with a sticke, and cryed downe wantons,
    downe; 'twas her Brother, that in pure kindne s s e to his
    Horse buttered his Hay.

    Enter Cornewall, Regan, Glo ster, Seruants.
    Lear. Good morrow to you both.
    1405 Corn. Haile to your Grace. Kent here set at liberty.
    Reg. I am glad to see your Highne s s e.
    Lear. Regan, I thinke your are. I know what reason
    I haue to thinke so, if thou should' st not be glad,
    I would diuorce me from thy Mother Tombe,
    1410Sepulchring an Adultre s s e. O are you free?
    Some other time for that. Beloued Regan,
    Thy Si sters naught: oh Regan, she hath tied
    Sharpe-tooth'd vnkindne s s e, like a vulture heere,
    I can scarce speake to thee, thou'lt not beleeue
    1415With how deprau'd a quality. Oh Regan.
    Reg. I pray you Sir, take patience, I haue hope
    You le s s e know how to value her desert,
    Then she to scant her dutie.
    Lear. Say? How is that?
    1420 Reg. I cannot thinke my Si ster in the lea st
    Would faile her Obligation. If Sir perchance
    She haue re strained the Riots of your Followres,
    'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
    As cleeres her from all blame.
    1425 Lear. My curses on her.
    Reg. O Sir, you are old,
    Nature in you stands on the very Verge
    Of his confine: you should be rul'd, and led
    By some discretion, that discernes your state
    1430Better then you your selfe: therefore I pray you,
    That to our Si ster, you do make returne,
    Say you haue wrong'd her.
    Lear. Aske her forgiuene s s e?
    Do you but marke how this becomes the house?
    1435Deere daughter, I confe s s e that I am old;
    Age is vnnece s s ary: on my knees I begge,
    That you'l vouchsafe me Rayment, Bed, and Food.
    Reg. Good Sir, no more: these are vn sightly trickes:
    Returne you to my Si ster.
    1440 Lear. Neuer Regan:
    She hath abated me of halfe my Traine;
    Look'd blacke vpon me, strooke me with her Tongue
    Mo st Serpent-like, vpon the very Heart.
    All the stor'd Vengeances of Heauen, fall
    1445On her ingratefull top: strike her yong bones
    You taking Ayres, with Lamene s s e.
    Corn. Fye sir, fie.
    Le. You nimble Lightnings, dart your blinding flames
    Into her scornfull eyes: Infect her Beauty,
    1450You Fen-suck'd Fogges, drawne by the powrfull Sunne,
    To fall, and bli ster.
    Reg. O the ble st Gods!
    So will you wi sh on me, when the ra sh moode is on.
    Lear. No Regan, thou shalt neuer haue my curse:
    1455Thy tender-hefted -->Nature shall not giue
    Thee o're to har shne s s e: Her eyes are fierce, but thine
    Do comfort, and not burne. 'Tis not in thee
    To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my Traine,
    To bandy ha sty words, to scant my sizes,
    1460And in conclu sion, to oppose the bolt
    Again st my comming in. Thou better know' st
    The Offices of Nature, bond of Childhood,
    Effects of Curte sie, dues of Gratitude:
    Thy halfe o'th'Kingdome ha st thou not forgot,
    1465Wherein I thee endow'd.
    Reg. Good Sir, to'th'purpose. Tucket within.
    Lear. Who put my man i'th'Stockes?
    Enter Steward.
    Corn. What Trumpet's that?
    1470 Reg. I know't, my Si sters: this approues her Letter,
    That she would soone be heere. Is your Lady come?
    Lear. This is a Slaue, whose ea sie borrowed pride
    Dwels in the sickly grace of her he followes.
    Out Varlet, from my sight.
    1475 Corn. What meanes your Grace?
    Enter Gonerill.
    Lear. Who stockt my Seruant? Regan, I haue good hope
    Thou did' st not know on't.
    Who comes here? O Heauens!
    1480If you do loue old men; if your sweet sway
    Allow Obedience; if you your selues are old,
    Make it your cause: Send downe, and take my part.
    Art not a sham'd to looke vpon this Beard?
    O Regan, will you take her by the hand?
    1485 Gon. Why not by'th'hand Sir? How haue I offended?
    All's not offence that indiscretion findes,
    And dotage termes so.
    Lear. O sides, you are too tough!
    Will you yet hold?
    1490How came my man i'th'Stockes?
    Corn. I set him there, Sir: but his owne Disorders
    Deseru'd