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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.
    2270 Stew. Madame within, but neuer man so chang'd, I told him
    of the army that was landed, he smild at it, I told him you were
    coming, his answere was the worse, of Glo sters treacherie, and of
    the loyall seruice of his sonne 2275when I enform'd him, then hee
    cald me sott, and told me I had turnd the wrong side out, what
    hee should mo st de sire seemes pleasant to him, what like offen-
    Gon. Then shall you goe no further,
    2280 It is the cowi sh terrer of his spirit
    That dares not vndertake, hele not feele wrongs
    Which tie him to an answere, our wi shes on the way
    May proue effects, backe Edgar to my brother,
    Ha sten his mu sters, and conduct his powers
    2285 I mu st change armes at home, and giue the di staffe
    Into my husbands hands, this tru sty seruant
    Shall pa s s e betweene vs, ere long you are like to heare
    If you dare venture in your owne behalfe
    A mi stre s s es command, weare this, spare speech,
    2290 Decline your head: this ki s s e if it dur st speake
    Would stretch thy spirits vp into the ayre,
    Conceaue and far you well.
    Ba st . Yours in the ranks of death.
    Gon. My mo st deere Glo ster, to thee womans seruices(are dew
    A foole vsurps my bed.
    Stew. Madam here comes my Lord. Exit Stew.
    2300 Gon. I haue beene worth the whi stlling.
    Alb. O Gonoril, you are not worth the du st which the(rude wind
    Blowes in your face, I feare your dispo sition
    2303.1 That nature which contemnes ith origin
    Cannot be bordered certaine in it selfe,
    She that her selfe will sliuer and disbranch
    From her materiall sap, perforce mu st wither,
    2303.5 And come to deadly vse.
    Gon. No more, the text is fooli sh.
    Alb. Wisedome and goodnes, to the vild seeme vild,
    Filths sauor but themselues, what haue you done?
    Tigers, not daughters, what haue you perform'd?
    2303.10 A father, and a gracious aged man