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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.
    His griefe grew pui s s ant and the strings of life,
    Began to cracke twice, then the trumpets sounded.
    And there I left him traun st.
    3168.15 Alb. But who was this.
    Ed. Kent sir, the bani sht Kent, who in diguise,
    Followed his enemie king and did him seruice
    Improper for a slaue.
    Enter one with a bloudie knife,
    3170 Gent. Helpe, helpe,
    Alb. What kind of helpe, what meanes that bloudy (knife ?
    Gent. Its hot it smokes, it came euen from the heart 3175of -
    Alb. Who man, speake?
    Gent. Your Lady sir, your Lady, and her si ster
    By her is poysoned, she hath confe st it.
    Ba st . I was contracted to them both, all three
    3180 Now marie in an in stant.
    Alb. Produce their bodies, be they aliue or dead,
    3185 This Iu stice of the heauens that makes vs tremble,
    Touches vs not with pity. Edg. Here comes Kent sir.
    Alb. O tis he, the time will not allow Enter Kent
    The complement that very manners vrges.
    Kent. I am come 3190to bid my King and mai ster ay good night,
    Is he not here?
    Duke. Great thing of vs forgot,
    Speake Edmund, whers the king, and whers Cordelia
    See st thou this obiect Kent. The bodies of Gonorill and Regan are brought in.
    3195 Kent. Alack why thus.
    Ba st . Yet Edmund was beloued,
    The one the other poysoned for my sake,
    And after slue her selfe. Duke. Euen so, couer their faces.
    3200 Ba st . I pant for life, some good I meane to do,
    Despight of my owne nature, quickly send,
    Be briefe, int toth' ca stle for my writ,
    Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia,
    Nay send in time. 3205 Duke. Runne, runne, O runne.
    Edg. To who my Lord, who hath the office, send
    Thy token of repreeue.
    Ba st . Well thought on, take my sword the Captaine,