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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.
    Bore the commi s sion of my place and person,
    3005 The which imediate may well stand vp,
    And call it selfe your brother.
    Gono. Not so hot, in his owne grace hee doth exalt himselfe
    more then in your aduancement.
    3010 Reg. In my right by me inue sted he com-peers the be st.
    Gon. That were the mo st, if hee should husband you.
    Reg. Ie sters doe oft proue Prophets.
    Gon. Hola, hola, 3015that eye that told you so, lookt but a squint.
    Reg. Lady I am not well, els I should answere
    From a full flowing stomack, Generall
    Take thou my souldiers, prisoners, patrimonie,
    3020 Witnes the world that I create thee here
    My Lord and mai ster.
    Gon. Meane you to inioy him then?
    Alb. The let alone lies not in your good will.
    Ba st . Nor in thine Lord.
    3025 Alb. Halfe blouded fellow, yes.
    Ba st . Let the drum strike, and proue my title good.
    Alb. Stay yet, heare reason, Edmund I arre st thee
    On capitall treason, and in thine attaint,
    This gilded Serpent, for your claime faire si ster
    3030 I bare it in the intere st of my wife.
    Tis she is subcontracted to this Lord
    And I her husband contradict the banes,
    If you will mary, make your loue to me,
    My Lady is bespoke, thou art arm'd Glo ster,
    If none appeare to proue vpon thy head,
    Thy hainous, manife st, and many treasons,
    3040 There is my pledge, ile proue it on thy heart
    Ere I ta st bread, thou art in nothing le s s e
    Then I haue here proclaimd thee.
    Reg. Sicke, ô sicke.
    Gon. If not, ile ne're tru st poyson.
    3045 Ba st . Ther's my exchange, what in the world he is,
    That names me traytor, villain-like he lies,
    Call by thy trumpet, he that dares approach,
    On him, on you, who not, I will maintaine