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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.
    No purpose of his remoue.
    Kent. Hayle to thee noble mai ster.
    1280 Lear. How, mak' st thou this shame thy pa stime?
    Foole. Ha ha, looke he weares crewell garters,
    Horses are tide by the heeles, dogges and beares
    Byt'h necke, munkies bit'h loynes, and men
    Byt'h legges, when a mans 1285ouer lu sty at legs,
    Then he weares wooden neather stockes.
    Lear. Whats he, that hath so much thy place mi stooke to set
    thee here ?
    Kent. It is both he and shee, your sonne & daugter.
    Lear. No. Kent. Yes.
    Lear. No I say, Kent. I say yea.
    Lear. No no, they would not. Kent. Yes they haue.
    1295 Lear. By Iupiter I sweare no, they dur st not do't,
    They would not, could not do't, tis worse then murder,
    To doe vpon respect such violent outrage,
    1300 Resolue me with all mode st ha st, which way
    Thou may' st deserue, or they purpose this vsage,
    Coming from vs.
    Kent. My Lord, when at their home
    I did commend your highnes letters to them,
    1305 Ere I was risen from the place that shewed
    My dutie kneeling, came there a reeking Po st,
    Stewd in his ha st, halfe breathles, panting forth
    From Gonerill his mi stris, salutations,
    Deliuered letters spite of intermi s sion,
    1310 Which presently they read, on whose contents
    They summond vp their men, straight tooke horse,
    Commanded me to follow, and attend the leasure
    Of their answere, gaue me cold lookes,
    And meeting here the other me s s enger,
    1315 Whose welcome I perceau'd had poyson'd mine,
    Being the very fellow that of late
    Display'd so sawcily again st your Highnes,
    Hauing more man then wit, about me drew,
    He raised the house with loud and coward cries,
    1320 Your sonne and daughter found this trespas worth