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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 Hi story of King Lear.
    2000 be long from you.
    Kent. All the power of his wits haue giuen way to impatience,
    the Gods deserue your kindne s s e.
    Edg. Fretereto cals me, and tels me Nero is an angler in the lake
    2005 of darkne s s e, pray innocent beware the foule fiend.
    Foole. Prethee Nunckle tell me, whether a mad man may bee a
    Gentleman or a Yeoman.
    Lear. A King, a King, to haue a thousand with red burning
    spits come hi s sing in vpon them.
    2014.1 Edg. The foule fiend bites my backe.
    Foole. Hee's mad that tru sts in the tamene s s e of a Wolfe, a
    horses health, a boyes loue, or a whores oath.
    Lear. It shall be done, I will arraigne them straight,
    2014.5 Come sit thou heere mo st learned Iu stice,
    Thou sapient sir, sit heere now you shee Foxes ---------
    Edg. Looke where he stands and glars, want st thou eies at tri-
    all madam, come ore the broome Be s s y to me.
    Foole. Her boat hath a leake, and she mu st not speak,
    2014.10 Why she dares not come ouer to thee.
    Edg. The foule fiend haunts poore Tom in the voyce of a night-
    ingale, Hoppedance cried in Toms belly for two white herring,
    Croke not blacke Angell, I haue no food for thee.
    Kent. How do you sir? stand you not so amaz'd, will you lie
    2014.15 downe and re st vpon the Cu shions?
    Lear. Ile see their triall fir st, bring in their euidence, thou rob-
    bed man of iu stice take thy place, & thou his yoke-fellow of e-
    quity, bench by his side, you are o'th commi s sion, sit you too.
    Ed. Let vs deale iu stly, sleepe st or wake st thou iolly shepheard,
    2014.20 Thy sheepe bee in the corne, and for one bla st of thy minikin
    mouth, thy sheepe shall take no harme, Pur the cat is gray.
    Lear. Arraignne her fir st, tis Gonorill , I here take my oath before
    this honourable a s s embly she kickt the poore King her father.
    Foole. Come hither Mi stre s s e, is your name Gonorill .
    2014.25 Lear. She cannot deny it.
    Foole. Cry you mercy, I tooke you for a ioynt stoole.
    Lear. And heres another whose warpt lookes proclaime
    What store her heart is made an, stop her there,