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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
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    King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)

    The History of King Lear.
    and in the mo st exact regard, support the wor shippes of their
    name, O mo st small fault, how vgly did st thou in Cordelia shew,
    that like an engine wrencht my frame of nature from the fixt
    place, drew from my heart all loue, & added to the gall; ô Lear,
    Lear beate at this gate that let thy folly in, and thy deare iudg-
    785 ment out, goe, goe, my people?
    Duke. My Lord, I am guiltle s s e as I am ignorant.
    Lear. It may be so my Lord, harke Nature, heare deere God-
    de s s e, suspend thy purpose, if thou did st intend to make this cre-
    ture fruitefull, into her wombe conuey sterility, dry vp in her the
    Organs of encrease, and from her derogate body neuer spring a
    795 babe to honor her; if she mu st teem, create her childe of spleen,
    that it may liue and be a thourt disuetur'd torment to her, let it
    stampe wrinckles in her brow of youth, with accent teares, fret
    channels in her cheek[e]s, turne all her mothers paines and bene-
    800 fits to laughter and contempt, that shee may feele, how sharper
    then a serpents tooth it is, to haue a thankle s s e childe, goe, goe,
    802.1 my people?
    Duke. Now Gods that we adore, whereof comes this!
    Gon. Neuer afflict your selfe to know the cause, but let his dis -
    po sition haue that scope that dotage giues it.
    810 Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap, within a fortnight?
    Duke. What is the matter sir?
    Lear. Ile tell thee, life and death! I am sham'd that thou ha st
    815 power to shake my man-hood thus, that these hot teares that
    breake from me perforce, should make the wor st bla sts and fogs
    vpon the vntender woundings of a fathers curse, peruse euery
    820 sence about the olde fond eies, be-weepe this cause againe, ile
    plucke you out, and you can ca st with the waters that you make to
    temper clay, yea, is it come to this? yet haue I left a daughter,
    825 whom I am sure is kinde and comfortable, when she shall heare
    this of thee, with her nailes shee'l fley thy wolui sh visage, thou
    shalt finde that ile resume the shape, which thou doe st thinke I
    haue ca st off for euer, thou shalt I warrant thee. Exit.
    830 Gon. Do you marke that my Lord?
    Duke. I cannot be so partiall Gonorill to the great loue I beare
    you.
    Gon.