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  • Title: King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)
  • Editor: Pervez Rizvi
  • Coordinating 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: Pervez Rizvi
    Not Peer Reviewed

    King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)

    The History of King Lear.
    the King gone to night, subscrib'd his power, confined to ex-
    360 hibition, all this done vpon the gad; Edmund, how now, what
    newes?
    Ba st . So please y[ou]r Lord ship, none.
    Glo st .. Why so earne stly seeke you to put vp that letter?
    Ba st . I know no newes, my Lord.
    365 Glo. What paper were you reading?
    Ba st . Nothing my Lord.
    Glo st . No, what needs then that terrible dispatch of it into
    your pocket, the quality of nothing hath not such need to hide
    it selfe, lets see, come if it be nothing I shal not need spectacles.
    Ba st . I beseech you sir pardon me, it is a Letter from my bro-
    ther that I haue not all ore read, for so much as I haue perused,
    I finde it not fit for your liking.
    375 Glo st . Giue me the letter sir.
    Ba st . I shall offend, either to detaine or giue it, the contents
    as in part I vnder stand them, are too blame.
    Glo. Lets see, Lets see.
    380 Ba st . I hope for my brothers iu stification, he wrote this but
    as an e s s ay, or ta ste of my vertue. A Letter.
    Glo st . This policy of age makes the world bitter to the be st
    of our times, keepes our fortunes from vs till our oldne s s e can-
    not reli sh them, I begin to finde an idle and fond bondage in
    385 the oppre s sion of aged tyranny, who swaies not as it hath pow-
    er, but as it is suffered, come to mee, that of this I may speake
    more; if our Father would sleepe till I wakt him, you should
    enioy halfe his reuenew for euer, and liue the beloued of your
    brother Edgar.
    390 Hum, conspiracy, slept till I wakt him, you should enioy halfe
    his reuenew: my sonne Edgar, had he a hand to write this, a hart
    and braine to breed it in? when came this to you, who brought
    it?
    Ba st . It was not brought me my Lord, there's the cunning
    395 of it, I found it throwne in at the casement of my Closet.
    Glo st . You know the carracter to be your brothers?
    Ba st . If the matter were good, my Lord, I dur st sweare it
    were his, but in respect of that, I would faine think it were not.
    Glo st .