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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    Not Peer Reviewed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.
    Who's here, my father poorely led, world, world, ô world!
    But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee,
    Life would not yeeld to age.

    Enter Glo ster led by an olde man.
    Old man. O my good Lord, I haue bene your tenant, & your
    fathers tenant this fourescore -------
    2195 Glo st . Away, get thee away, good friend be gone,
    Thy comforts can do me no good at all,
    Thee they may hurt.
    Old man. Alacke sir, you cannot see your way.
    Glo st . I haue no way, and therefore want no eies,
    2200 I stumbled when I saw, full oft tis seene
    Our meanes secure vs, and our meere defects
    Prooue our commodities; ah deare sonne Edgar,
    The food of thy abused fathers wrath,
    Might I but liue to see thee in my tuch,
    2205 Ide say I had eyes againe.
    Old man. How now, who's there?
    Edg. O Gods, who i st can say I am at the wor st,
    I am worse then ere I was.
    Old man. Tis poore mad Tom.
    2210 Edg. And worse I may be yet, the wor st is not,
    As long as we can say, this is the wor st.
    Old man. Fellow where goe st?
    Glost . Is it a begger man?
    Old man. Mad man, and begger too.
    2215 Glo st . He has some reason, else he could not beg,
    In the la st nights storme I such a fellow saw,
    Which made me think a man a worme, my sonne
    Came then into my minde, and yet my minde
    Was then scarse friends with him, I haue heard more since,
    As flyes are to'th wanton boyes, are we to'th Gods,
    They bit vs for their sport.
    Edg. How should this be? bad is the trade that mu st play the
    foole to sorrow, angring it selfe and others; ble s s e thee ma ster.
    Glost . Is that the naked fellow?