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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.
    2480 Now fellow fare thee well. He fals.
    Edg. Gon sir, farewell, and yet I know not how conceit my
    robbe the treasurie of life, when life it selfe yealds to the theft,
    had he beene where he thought 2485by this had thought beene pa st,
    aliue or dead, ho you sir, heare you sir, speak, thus might he pa s s e
    indeed, yet he reuiues, what are you sir?
    Glo st . Away and let me die.
    2490 Edg. Had st thou beene ought but gosmore feathers ayre,
    So many fadome downe precipitating
    Thou had st shiuerd like an egge, but thou do st breath
    Ha st heauy sub stance, bleed st not, speake st, art sound,
    2495 Ten ma sts at each, make not the altitude,
    VVhich thou ha st perpendicularly fell,
    Thy lifes a miracle, speake yet againe.
    Glo st . But haue I fallen or no l
    Edg. From the dread sommons of this chalkie borne,
    2500 Looke vp a hight, the shrill gorg'd larke so farre
    Cannot bee seene or heard, doe but looke vp?
    Glo st . Alack I haue no eyes
    Is wretchednes depriu'd, that benefit
    To end it selfe by death twas yet some comfort
    2505 When misery could beguile the tyrants rage
    And fru strate his proud will.
    Edg. Giue me your arme?
    Vp, so, how feele you your legges, you stand.
    Glo st . Too well, too well.
    2510 Edg. This is aboue all strangenes
    Vpon the crowne of the cliffe what thing was that
    Which parted from you.
    Glo st . A poore vnfortunate bagger.
    Edg . As I stood here below me thoughts his eyes
    2515 VVere two full Moones, a had a thousand noses
    Hornes, welk't and waued like the enridged sea,
    It was some fiend, therefore thou happy father
    Thinke that the cleere st Gods, who made their honours
    Of mens impo s sibilities, haue preserued thee.
    2520 Glo st . I doe remember now, henceforth ile beare
    Affliction till it doe crie out it selfe
    Inough,