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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.
    1435 Deare daughter, I confe s s e that I am old,
    Age is vnnece s s ary, on my knees I beg,
    That you'l vouchsafe me rayment, bed and food.
    Reg. Good sir no more, these are vn sightly tricks,
    Returne you to my si ster.
    1440 Lear. No Regan,
    She hath abated me of halfe my traine,
    Lookt backe vpon me, stroke me with her tongue,
    Mo st serpent-like vpon the very heart,
    All the stor'd vengeances of heauen fall on her ingratefull top,
    1445 Strike her young bones, you taking aires with lamne s s e.
    Duke. Fie, fie sir.
    Lear. You nimble lightnings dart your blinding flames
    Into her scornfull eies, infect her beauty,
    1450 You Fen suckt fogs, drawne by the powerfull Sunne,
    To fall and bla st her pride.
    Reg. O the ble st Gods, so will you wi sh on me,
    When the ra sh mood --------
    Lear. No Regan, thou shalt neuer haue my curse,
    1455 The tender he sted nature shall not giue thee ore
    To har shnes, her eies are fierce, but thine do comfort & not burn
    Tis not in thee to grudge my pleasures, to cut off my traine,
    To bandy ha sty words, to scant my sizes,
    1460 And in conclu sion, to oppose the bolt
    Again st my comming in, thou better knowe st
    The offices of nature, bond of child-hood,
    Effects of curte sie, dues of gratitude,
    Thy halfe of the kingdome, ha st thou not forgot
    1465 Wherein I thee endowed.
    Reg. Good sir to the purpose.
    Lear. Who put my man i'th stockes?
    Duke. What trumpets that?

    Enter Steward.
    1470 Reg. I know't my si sters, this approues her letters,
    That she would soone be here, is your Lady come?
    Lear. This is a slaue, whose ea sie borrowed pride