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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.
    They are Per sian attire, but let them be chang'd.
    2040 Kent. Now good my Lord lie here awhile.
    Lear. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the curtains, so, so, so,
    Weele go to supper it'h morning, so, so, so, Enter Glo ster.
    Glo st . Come hither friend, 2045where is the King my mai ster.
    Kent. Here sir, but trouble him not his wits are gon.
    Glo st . Good friend I prithy take him in thy armes,
    I haue or'e heard a plot of death vpon him,
    Ther is a Litter ready lay him in't, 2050& driue towards Douer frend,
    Where thou shalt meet both welcome & protection, take vp thy (ma ster,
    If thou should' st dally halfe an houre, his life with thine
    And all that offer to defend him stand in a s s ured lo s s e,
    Take vp the King 2055and followe me, that will to some proui sion
    Giue thee quicke conduct.
    2056.1 Kent. Oppre s s ed nature sleepes,
    This re st might yet haue balmed thy broken sinewes,
    Which if conuenience will not alow stand in hard cure,
    Come helpe to beare thy mai ster, thou mu st not stay behind.
    2056.5 Glo st . Come, come away. Exit.
    Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes: we scarcely
    thinke, our miseries, our foes.
    Who alone suffers suffers, mo st it'h mind,
    Leauing free things and happy showes behind,
    2056.10 But then the mind much sufferance doth or'e scip,
    When griefe hath mates, and bearing fellow ship:
    How light and portable my paine seemes now,
    When that which makes me bend, makes the King bow.
    He childed as I fathered, Tom away,
    2056.15 Marke the high noyses and thy selfe bewray,
    When false opinion whose wrong thoughts defile thee,
    In thy iu st proofe repeals and reconciles thee,
    What will hap more to night, safe scape the King,
    Lurke, lurke.
    Enter Cornwall, and Regan, and Gonorill, and Bastard.
    2060 Corn. Po st speedily to my Lord your husband shew him this(letter
    The army of France is landed, seeke out the vilaine Glo ster.
    Regan. Hang him in stantly.
    Gon. Plucke out his eyes.