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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 Hi storie of King Lear.
    fie, fie, fie, pah, pah, Giue mee an ounce of Ciuet, good Apo-
    thocarie,to sweeten my imagination, ther's money for thee.
    Glo st . O let me ki s s e that hand.
    2575 Lear. Here wipe it fir st, it smels of mortalitie.
    Glo st . O ruind peece of nature, this great world should so
    weare out to naught, do you know me?
    2580 Lear. I remember thy eyes well inough, do st thou squiny on
    me, no do thy wor st blind Cupid, ile not loue, reade thou that
    challenge, marke the penning oft.
    Glo st . Were all the letters sunnes I could not see one.
    2585 Edg. I would not take this from report, it is, and my heart
    breakes at it. Lear. Read. Glo st . What! with the case of eyes
    Lear. O ho, are you there with me, no eyes in your 2590head, norno mony in your purse, your eyes are in a heauie case, your purse
    in a light, yet you see how this world goes.
    Glo st . I see it feelingly.
    Lear. What art mad, a man may see how the world 2595goes with
    no eyes, looke with thy eares, see how yon Iu stice railes vpon
    yon simple theefe, harke in thy eare handy, dandy, which is the
    theefe, which is the Iu stice, thou ha st seene a farmers dogge barke
    at a begger. 2600 Glo st . I sir.
    Lear. And the creature runne from the cur, there thou might st
    behold the great image of authoritie, a dogge, so bade in office,
    thou rascall beadle hold thy bloudy hand, why do st thou la sh
    that whore, strip thine owne 2605backe, thy bloud hotly lu sts to vse
    her in that kind for which thou whip st her, the vsurer hangs the
    co sioner, through tottered raggs, smal vices do appeare, robes &
    furd-gownes hides all, get thee gla s s e eyes, and like a scuruy po-
    lititian seeme to see the things thou doe st not, no now pull off
    my 2615bootes, harder, harder, so.
    Edg. O matter and impertinencie mixt reason in madne s s e.
    Lear. If thou wilt weepe my fortune take my eyes, I knowe
    thee well inough thy name is Glo ster, 2620thou mu st be patient, we
    came crying hither, thou knowe st the fir st time that we smell the
    aire, we wayl and cry, I will preach to thee marke me.
    Go st . Alack alack the day.
    Lear. VVhen we are borne, we crie that wee are come 2625to this
    great stage of fooles, this a good blocke. It were a delicate stra-