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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.
    Effects of curte sie, dues of gratitude,
    Thy halfe of the kingdome, ha st thou not forgot
    1465 Wherein I thee indow'd.
    Reg. Good sir too'th purpose.
    Lear. Who put my man i'th stockes ?
    Duke. What trumpets that ? Enter Steward.
    1470 Reg. I know't my si sters, this approues her letters,
    That she would soone be here, is your Lady come ?
    Lear. This is a slaue, whose ea sie borrowed pride
    Dwels in the fickle grace of her, a followes,
    Out varlet, from my sight.
    1475 Duke. What meanes your Grace? Enter Gon.
    Gon. Who struck my seruant, Regan I haue good hope
    Thou did st not know ant.
    Lear. Who comes here ? O heauens!
    1480 If you doe loue old men, if you sweet sway allow
    Obedience, if 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 wilt thou take her by the hand ?
    1485 Gon. Why not by the hand sir, how haue I offended?
    Als not offence that indiscretion finds
    And dotage tearmes so.
    Lear. O sides you are too tough,
    Will you yet hold? 1490how came my man it'h stockes?
    Duke. I set him there sir, but his owne disorders
    Deseru'd much le s s e aduancement,
    Lear. You, did you?
    Reg. I pray you father being weake seeme so,
    1495 If till the expiration of your moneth,
    You will returne and soiorne with my si ster,
    Dismi s sing halfe your traine, come then to me,
    I am now from home, and out of that proui sion,
    Which shall be needful for your entertainment.
    1500 Lear. Returne to her, and fiftie men dismi st,
    No rather I abiure all roofes, and chuse
    To wage again st the enmitie of the Ayre,
    To be a Comrade with the Woolfe and owle,
    Nece s sities