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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    Not Peer Reviewed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 Historie of King Lear.
    2770 Ith sway of your owne will is he arayd,
    Doct . I madam, in the heauine s s e of his sleepe,
    We put fre sh garments on him,
    Gent. Good madam be by, when we do awake him
    2775 I doubt not of his temperance.
    2775.1 Cord. Very well.
    Doct . Please you draw neere, louder the mu sicke there,
    Cor. O my deer father re storatiõ hang thy medicin on my lips,
    And let this kis repaire those violent harmes that my two si sters
    Haue in thy reuerence made.
    2780 Kent. Klnd and deere Prince s s e,
    Cord. Had you not bene their father these white flakes,
    Had challengd pitie of them, was this a face
    To be exposd again st the warring winds,
    2783.1 To stand again st the deepe dread bolted thunder,
    In the mo st terrible and nimble stroke
    Of quick cro s s e lightning to watch poore Per du,
    With this thin helme mine iniurious dogge,
    Though he had bit me, 2785 should haue stood that night
    Again st my fire, and wa st thou faine poore father,
    To houill thee with swine and rogues forlorne,
    In short and mu stie straw, alack, alack,
    Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once
    2790 Had not concluded all, he wakes speake to him.
    Doct . Madam do you, tis fitte st.
    Cord. How does my royall Lord, how fares your maie stie.
    Lear. You do me wrong to take me out ath graue,
    2795 Thou art a soule in bli s s e, but I am bound
    Vpon a wheele of fire, that mine owne teares
    Do scald like molten lead.
    Cord. Sir know me.
    Lear. Yar a spirit I know, where did you dye.
    2800 Cord. Still, still, farre wide.
    Doct . Hees scarce awake, let him alone a while.
    Lear. Where haue I bene, where am I faire day light,
    2805 I am mightily abusd, I should ene dye with pitie,
    To see another thus, I know not what to say,
    I will not sweare these are my hands, lets see,
    I