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  • Title: King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)
  • Editor: Michael Best
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-463-9

    Copyright Michael Best. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Michael Best
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    King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)

    The Hi storie of King Lear.
    Duke. What is the matter sir?
    Lear. Ile tell thee, life and death! I am a sham'd
    815that thou ha st
    power to shake my manhood thus, that these hot teares that
    breake from me perforce. should make the wor st bla sts and fogs
    vpon the vntented woundings of a fathers cur s s e, 820pierce euery
    sence about the old fond eyes, beweepe this cause againe, ile
    pluck you out, & you ca st with the waters that you make to tem-
    per clay, yea, i' st come to this? yet haue I left a daughter, 825whom
    I am sure is kind and comfortable, when shee shall heare this of
    thee, with her nailes shee'l flea thy wolui sh visage, thou shalt
    find that ile resume the shape, which thou do st thinke I haue ca st
    off for euer, thou shalt I warrant thee.
    830 Gon. Doe you marke that my Lord ?
    Duke. I cannot bee so partiall Gonorill
    to the great loue I beare you,
    Gon. Come sir no more,
    you, more knaue then foole, after your ma ster? 835
    Foole. Nunckle Lear, Nunckle Lear, tary and take the foole with a fox when one has caught her, and such a daughter should sure to the slaughter, 840if my cap would buy a halter, so the foole followes after.
    Gon. What Oswald, ho. Oswald. Here Madam,
    Gon. What haue you writ this letter to my si ster?
    Osw. Yes Madam. 860
    Gon. Take you some company, and away to horse,
    informe her full of my particular feares, and thereto add such reasons of
    your owne, as may compact it more, get you gon, & hasten your
    returne now my Lord, 865this mildie gentlenes and course of yours
    though I di slike not, yet vnder pardon y'are much more attastk
    for want of wisedome, then praise for harmfull mildnes.
    Duke. How farre your eyes may pearce I cannot tell, 870 striuingto better ought, we marre whats well.
    Gon. Nay then. Duke. Well, well, the euent, Exeunt
    Enter Lear.
    875 Lear. Goe you before to
    Glo ster with these letters, acquaint
    my daughter no further with any thing you know, then comes
    from her demand out of the letter, if your diligence be not spee-
    die, I shall be there before you.