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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 Historie of King Lear.
    Reg. I pray sir take patience, I haue hope
    You le s s e know how to value her desert,
    Then she to slacke her dutie.
    1425 Lear. My cur s s es on her.
    Reg. O Sir you are old,
    Nature on you standes on the very verge of her con- (fine,
    You should be rul'd and led by some discretion,
    That discernes your state 1430better thẽ you your selfe,
    Therfore I pray that to our si ster, you do make returne,
    Say you haue wrong'd her Sir?
    Lear. Aske her forgiuenes,
    Doe you marke how this becomes the house,
    1435 Deare daughter, I confe s s e that I am old,
    Age is vnnece s s arie, on my knees I beg,
    That you'l vouchsafe me rayment, bed and food.
    Reg. Good sir no more, these are vn sightly tricks,
    Returne you to my si ster.
    1440 Lear. No Regan,
    She hath abated me of halfe my traine,
    Lookt blacke vpon me, strooke mee with her tongue
    Mo st Serpent-like vpon the very heart,
    All the stor'd vengeances of heauen fall 1445on her ingratful (top,
    Strike her yong bones, you taking ayrs with lamenes.
    Duke. Fie fie sir.
    Lear. You nimble lightnings dart your blinding flames,
    Into her scornfull eyes, infe ct her beautie,
    1450 You Fen suckt fogs, drawne by the powrefull Sunne,
    To fall and bla st her pride.
    Reg. O the ble st Gods, so will you wi sh on me,
    When the ra sh mood---
    Lear. No Regan, thou shalt neuer haue my curse,
    1455 The tẽder he sted nature shall not giue the or'e
    To har shnes, her eies are fierce, but thine do cõfort & not (burne
    Tis not in thee to grudge my pleasures, to cut off my
    To bandy ha sty words, to scant my sizes,
    1460 And in conclu sion, to oppose the bolt
    Again st my coming in, thou better knowe st,
    The offices of nature, bond of child-hood,