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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.
    Thou mai st deserue, or they purpose this vsage,
    Comming from vs.
    Kent. My Lord, when at their home
    I did commend your Highne s s e Letters to them,
    1305 Ere I was risen from the place that shewed
    My duty kneeling, came there a reeking Po ste,
    Stewd in his ha ste, halfe breathle s s e, panting forth
    From Gonorill his Mi stris, salutations,
    Deliuered letters spite of intermi s sion,
    1310 Which presently they read; on whose contents
    They summoned vp their men, straight tooke horse,
    Commanded me to follow, and attend the leisure
    Of their answer, gaue me cold lookes,
    And meeting heere the other Me s s enger,
    1315 Whose welcome I perceiu'd had poisoned mine,
    Being the very fellow that of late
    Displaid so sawcily again st your Highne s s e,
    Hauing more man then wit about me, drew;
    He raised the house with loud and coward cries,
    1320 Your sonne and daughter found this trespa s s e worth
    This shame which here it suffers.
    Lear. O how this mother swels vp toward my heart,
    Hi storica pa s sio downe thou climing sorrow,
    1330 Thy element's below, where is this daughter?
    Kent. With the Earle sir within.
    Lear. Follow me not, stay there.
    Knight. Made you no more offence then what you speake of?
    1335 Kent. No, how chance the King comes with so small a traine?
    Foole. If thou had st beene set in the stockes for that que stion,
    thou had st well deserued it.
    Kent. Why foole?
    1340 Foole. Wee'l set thee to schoole to an Ant, to teach thee ther's
    no labouring in the winter, all that follow their noses, are led by
    their eyes, but blinde men, and there's not a nose among a hun-
    dred, but can smell him that's stincking; let goe thy hold when
    a great wheele runs downe a hill, lea st it breake thy necke with
    1345 following it, but the great one that goes vp the hil, let him draw