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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    Not Peer Reviewed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.
    Old man. I my Lord.
    Glo st . Then prethee get thee gone, if for my sake
    Thou wilt ore-take vs here a mile or twaine
    2230 I'th way to Douer, do it for ancient loue,
    And bring some couering for this naked soule,
    Who ile entreate to lead me.
    Old man. Alacke sir he is mad.
    Glo st . Tis the times plague, when madmen leade the blinde,
    Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure,
    Aboue the re st, be gone.
    Old man. Ile bring him the be st parrell that I haue,
    Come on't what will.
    2240 Glo. Sirra, naked fellow.
    Edg. Poore Toms a cold, I cannot dance it farther.
    Glo. Come hither fellow.
    Edg. Ble s s e thy sweete eyes, they bleed.
    2245 Glo. Know st thou the way to Douer?
    Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and foot-path,
    Poore Tom hath beene scard out of his good wits,
    Ble s s e the good man from the foule fiend,
    2248.1 Fiue fiends haue beene in poore Tom at once,
    Of lu st, as Obidicut, Hobbididence Prince of dumbne s s e,
    Mahu of stealing, Modo of murder, Stiberdigebit of Mobing,
    And Mohing who since po s s e s s es chambermaids
    2248.5 And waiting women, so, ble s s e thee ma ster.
    Glo. Here take this purse, thou whom the heauens plagues
    2250 Haue humbled to all strokes, that I am wretched, makes thee
    The happier, heauens deale so still,
    Let the superfluous and lu st-dieted man
    That stands your ordinance, that will not see
    Because he doth not feele, feele your power quickly,
    2255 So di stribution should vnder exce s s e,
    And each man haue enough: do st thou know Douer?
    Edg. I ma ster.
    Glo. There is a cliffe, whose high and bending head
    Lookes firmely in the confined deepe,
    2260 Bring me but to the very brim of it,
    And