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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
    Not Peer Reviewed

    King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)

    The Hi storie of King Lear.
    2065 Corn. Leaue him to my displeasure, Edmũd keep you our si ster (company.

    The reuenge we are bound to take vpon your trayterous father,
    Are not fit for your beholding, aduise the Duke where you are (going
    To a mo st fe stuant preparatiõ we are bound to the like,
    Our 2070po st shall be swift and intelligence betwixt vs,
    Farewell deere si ster, farewell my Lord of Glo ster,
    How now whers the King? Enter Steward.
    Stew. My Lord of Glo ster hath conueyd him hence,
    2075 Some fiue or sixe and thirtie of his Knights hot que strits after
    him, met him at gate, who with some other of the Lords depen-
    dants are gone with him towards Douer, where they boa st to
    haue well armed friends.
    2080 Corn. Get horses for your mi stris.
    Gon. Farewell sweet Lord and si ster. Exit Gon. and Ba st ..
    Corn. Edmund farewell. goe seeke the traytor Glo ster.
    Pinion him like a theefe, bring him before vs,
    Though we may not pa s s e vpon his life
    2085 Without the forme of Iu stice, yet our power
    Shall doe a curte sie to our wrath, which men may blame
    But not controule, whose there, the traytor?
    Enter Glo ster brought in by two or three,
    2090 Reg. Ingratfull Fox tis hee.
    Corn. Bind fa st his corkie armes.
    Glo st . What meanes your Graces, good my friends con sider,
    You are my ge sts, doe me no foule play friends.
    2095 Corn. Bind him I say,
    Reg. Hard hard, O filthie traytor!
    Glo st . Vnmercifull Lady as you are, I am true.
    Corn. To this chaire bind him, villaine thou shalt find---
    2100 Glo st . By the kind Gods tis mo st ignobly done, to pluck me
    by the beard. Reg. So white and such a Traytor.
    Glo st . Naughty Ladie, these haires which thou do st raui sh from(my chin
    2105 Will quicken and accuse thee, I am your ho st.
    With robbers hands, my hospitable fauours
    You should not ruffell thus, what will you doe.
    Corn. Come sir, what letters had you late from France?
    2110 Reg. Be simple answerer, for we know the truth.
    Corn.