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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    Not Peer Reviewed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.
    1226.1 For following her affaires, put in his legs,
    Come my Lord, away. Exit.
    Glo st . I am sorry for thee friend, tis the Dukes pleasure,
    Whose dispo sition all the world well knowes
    1230 Will not be rubd nor stopt, Ile intreate for thee.
    Kent. Pray you do not sir I haue watcht and trauaild hard,
    Some time I shall sleepe out, the re st Ile whi stle,
    A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles,
    Giue you good morrow.
    1235 Glo st . The Duke's too blame in this, twill be ill tooke.
    Exit.
    Kent. Good King, that mu st approue the common saw,
    Thou out of heauens benediction come st
    To the warme Sunne.
    1240 Approach thou beacon to this vnder-globe,
    That by thy comfortable beames I may
    Peruse this letter, nothing almo st sees my wracke
    But misery, I know tis from Cordelia,
    Who hath mo st fortunately bene informed
    1245 Of my obscured course, and shall finde time
    From this enormious state, seeking to giue
    Lo s s es their remedies, all weary and ouer-watcht,
    Take vantage heauy eies not to behold
    This shamefull lodging; Fortune goodnight,
    1250 Smile, once more turne thy wheele. He sleepes.

    Enter Edgar.
    Edgar, I heare my selfe proclaim'd,
    And by the happy hollow of a Tree,
    Escapt the hunt, no Port is free, no place
    1255 That guard, and mo st vnusall vigilence
    Do st not attend my taking while I may scape,
    I will preserue my selfe, and am bethought
    To take the base st and mo st poore st shape,
    That euer penury in contempt of man,
    1260 Brought neere to bea st; my face ile grime with filth,
    Blanket my loines, else all my haire with knots,
    And