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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)

    The Tragedie of King Lear.
    1745And Baudes, and whores, do Churches build,
    Then shal the Realme of Albion, come to great confu sion:
    Then comes the time, who liues to see't,
    That going shal be vs'd with feet.
    This prophecie Merlin shall make, for I liue before his (time.
    1750 Exit.

    Scaena Tertia.

    Enter Glo ster, and Edmund.

    Glo. Alacke, alacke Edmund, I like not this vnnaturall
    dealing; when I de sired their leaue that I might pity him,
    1755they tooke from me the vse of mine owne house, charg'd
    me on paine of perpetuall displeasure, neither to speake
    of him, entreat for him, or any way su staine him.
    Ba st . Mo st sauage and vnnaturall.
    Glo. Go too; say you nothing. There is diui sion be-
    1760tweene the Dukes, and a wor s s e matter then that: I haue
    receiued a Letter this night, 'tis dangerous to be spoken,
    I haue lock'd the Letter in my Clo s s et, these iniuries the
    King now beares, will be reuenged home; ther is part of
    a Power already footed, we mu st incline to the King, I
    1765will looke him, and priuily relieue him; goe you and
    maintaine talke with the Duke, that my charity be not of
    him perceiued; If he aske for me, I am ill, and gone to
    bed, if I die for it, (as no le s s e is threatned me) the King
    my old Ma ster mu st be relieued. There is strange things
    1770toward Edmund, pray you be carefull. Exit.
    Ba st . This Curte sie forbid thee, shall the Duke
    In stantly know, and of that Letter too;
    This seemes a faire deseruing, and mu st draw me
    That which my Father looses: no le s s e then all,
    1775The yonger rises, when the old doth fall. Exit.

    Scena Quarta.

    Enter Lear, Kent, and Foole.

    Kent. Here is the place my Lord, good my Lord enter,
    The tirrany of the open night's too rough
    1780For Nature to endure. Storme still
    Lear. Let me alone.
    Kent. Good my Lord enter heere.
    Lear. Wilt breake my heart?
    Kent. I had rather breake mine owne,
    1785Good my Lord enter.
    Lear. Thou think' st 'tis much that this contentious ( storme
    Inuades vs to the skinso: 'tis to thee,
    But where the greater malady is fixt,
    The le s s er is scarce felt. Thou'd st shun a Beare,
    1790But if they flight lay toward the roaring Sea,
    Thou'd st meete the Beare i'th'mouth, when the mind's free,
    The bodies delicate: the tempe st in my mind,
    Doth from my sences take all feeling else,
    Saue what beates there, Filliall ingratitude,
    1795Is it not as this mouth should teare this hand
    For lifting food too't? But I will puni sh home;
    No, I will weepe no more; in such a night,
    To shut me out? Poure on, I will endure:
    In such a night as this? O Regan, Gonerill,
    1800Your old kind Father, whose franke heart gaue all,
    O that way madne s s e lies, let me shun that:
    No more of that.
    Kent. Good my Lord enter here.
    Lear. Prythee go in thy selfe, seeke thine owne ease,
    1805This tempe st will not giue me leaue to ponder
    On things would hurt me more, but Ile goe in,
    In Boy, go fir st. You housele s s e pouertie, Exit.
    Nay get thee in; Ile pray, and then Ile sleepe.
    Poore naked wretches, where so ere you are
    1810That bide the pelting of this pittile s s e storme,
    How shall your House-le s s e heads, and vnfed sides,
    Your lop'd, and window'd raggedne s s e defend you
    From seasons such as these? O I haue tane
    Too little care of this: Take Phy sicke, Pompe,
    1815Expose thy selfe to feele what wretches feele,
    That thou mai st shake the superflux to them,
    And shew the Heauens more iu st.

    Enter Edgar, and Foole.

    Edg. Fathom, and halfe, Fathom and halfe; poore Tom.
    1820 Foole. Come not in heere Nuncle, here's a spirit, helpe
    me, helpe me.
    Kent. Giue me thy hand, who's there?
    Foole. A spirite, a spirite, he sayes his name's poore
    1825 Kent. What art thou that do st grumble there i'th'
    straw? Come forth.
    Edg. Away, the foule Fiend followes me, through the
    sharpe Hauthorne blow the windes. Humh, goe to thy
    bed and warme thee.
    1830 Lear. Did' st thou giue all to thy Daughters? And art
    thou come to this?
    Edgar. Who giues any thing to poore Tom ? Whom
    the foule fiend hath led though Fire, and through Flame,
    through Sword, and Whirle-Poole, o're Bog, and Quag-
    1835mire, that hath laid Kniues vnder his Pillow, and Halters
    in his Pue, set Rats-bane by his Porredge, made him
    Proud of heart, to ride on a Bay trotting Horse, ouer foure
    incht Bridges, to course his owne shadow for a Traitor.
    Bli s s e thy fiue Wits, Toms a cold. O do, de, do, de, do de,
    1840bli s s e thee from Whirle-Windes, Starre-bla sting, and ta-
    king, do poore Tom some charitie, whom the foule Fiend
    vexes. There could I haue him now, and there, and there
    againe, and there. Storme still.
    Lear. Ha's his Daughters brought him to this pa s s e?
    1845Could' st thou saue nothing? Would' st thou giue 'em all?
    Foole. Nay, he reseru'd a Blanket, else we had bin all
    Lea. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous ayre
    Hang fated o're mens faults, light on thy Daughters.
    1850 Kent. He hath no Daughters Sir.
    Lear. Death Traitor, nothing could haue subdu'd (Nature
    To such a lowne s s e, but his vnkind Daughters.
    Is it the fa shion, that discarded Fathers,
    Should haue thus little mercy on their fle sh :
    1855Iudicious puni shment, 'twas this fle sh begot
    Those Pelicane Daughters.
    Edg. Pillicock sat on Pillicock hill, alow: alow, loo, loo.
    Foole. This cold night will turne vs all to Fooles,and
    1860 Edgar. Take heed o'th'foule Fiend, obey thy Pa-
    rents, keepe thy words Iu stice, sweare not, commit not,