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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.
    But O poore Glo ster lo st he his other eye.
    Gent. Both, both my Lord, this letter Madam craues a speedy(answer,
    Tis from your si ster. Gon. One way I like this well,
    But being widow and my Glo ster with her,
    May all the building on my fancie plucke,
    Vpon my hatefull life, another way the newes is not so tooke,
    Ile reade and answer. Exit.
    2335 Alb. Where was his sonne when they did take his eyes.
    Gent. Come with my Lady hither. Alb. He is not here.
    Gent. No my good Lord I met him backe againe.
    2340 Alb. Knowes he the wickedne s s e.
    Gent. I my good Lord twas he informd again st him,
    And quit the house on purpose that there puni shment
    Might haue the freer course.
    Alb. Glo ster I liue 2345to thanke thee for the loue thou shewed st the(King,
    And to reuenge thy eyes, come hither friend,
    Tell me what more thou knowe st. Exit.
    2347.1 Enter Kent and a Gentleman.
    Kent. Why the King of Fraunce is so suddenly gone backe,
    know you no reason.
    Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his
    2347.5 comming forth is thought of, which imports to the Kingdome,
    So much feare and danger that his personall returne was mo st re-
    quired and nece s s arie.
    Kent. Who hath he left behind him, General.
    Gent. The Mar shall of France Mon sier la Far.
    2347.10 Kent. Did your letters pierce the queene to any demon stratiõ(of griefe.
    Gent. I say she tooke them, read them in my presence,
    And now and then an ample teare trild downe
    Her delicate cheeke, it seemed she was a queene ouer her pa s sion,
    Who mo st rebell-like, sought to be King ore her.
    2347.15 Kent. O then it moued her.
    Gent. Not to a rage, patience and sorow streme,
    Who should expre s s e her goodlie st you haue seene,
    Sun shine and raine at once, her smiles and teares,
    Were like a better way those happie smilets,
    2347.20 That playd on her ripe lip seeme not to know,
    What gue sts were in her eyes which parted thence,