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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    Not Peer Reviewed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.
    your labour, your wife (so I would say) your affectionate seruant
    and for you her owne for Venter, Gonorill.
    Edg. O Indi stingui sht space of womans wit,
    2725 A plot vpon her vertuous husbands life,
    And the exchange my brother heere in the sands,
    Thee ile rake vp, the po st vnsanctified
    Of murtherous leachers, and in the mature time,
    With this vngratious paper strike the sight
    2730 Of the death practis'd Duke, for him tis well,
    That of thy death and bu sine s s e I can tell.
    Glo st . The King is mad, how stiffe is my vild sence,
    That I stand vp and haue ingenious feeling
    2735 Of my huge sorowes, better I were di stract,
    So should my thoughts be fenced from my griefes,
    And woes by wrong imaginations loose
    The knowledge of themselues. A drum a farre off .
    2740 Edg. Giue me your hand far off me thinks I heare the beaten (drum,
    Come father ile be stow you with a friend. Exit.
    Enter Cordelia, Kent and Doctor.
    2745 Cord. O thou good Kent how shall I liue and worke to match (thy goodnes,
    My life will be too short and euery measure faile me.
    2750 Kent. To be acknowlegd madame is ore payd,
    All my reports go with the mode st truth,
    Nor more, nor clipt, but so.
    Cor. Be better suited these weeds are memories of those
    Worser howers, 2755I prithe put them off.
    Kent. Pardon me deere madame,
    Yet to be knowne shortens my made intent,
    My, boone I make it that you know me not,
    Till time and I thinke meete.
    2760 Cord. Then beet so, my good Lord how does the king.
    Doct . Madame sleepes still.
    Cord. O you kind Gods cure this great breach in his abused(nature,
    2765 The vntund and hurrying sences, O wind vp
    Of this child changed father.
    Doct . So please your Maie stie that we may wake the king,
    He hath slept long.
    Cord. Be gouernd by your knowledge and proceed,