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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.
    To let these hands obey my bloud,
    They are apt enough to di slecate and teare
    2311.5 Thy fle sh and bones, how ere thou art a fiend,
    A womans shape doth shield thee.
    Gon. Marry your man-hood now -------

    Enter a Gentleman.
    Alb. What newes?
    Gent. O my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwalls dead, slaine by
    his seruant, going to put out the other eie of Glo ster.
    Alb. Glo sters eyes?
    Gen. A seruant that he bred, thrald with remorse,
    Oppos'd again st the acte, bending his sword
    To his great ma ster, who thereat enraged,
    2320 Flew on him, and among st them feld him dead,
    But not without that harmfull stroke,
    Which since hath pluckt him after.
    Alb. This shewes you are aboue your Iu stices,
    That these our neather crimes so speedily can venge.
    2325 But oh poore Gloce ster, lo st he his other eye?
    Gent. Both, both my Lord, this letter Madam, craues a speedy
    Answer, tis from your si ster.
    2330 Gon. One way I like this well,
    But being widow, and my Gloce ster with her,
    May all the building on my fancy plucke,
    Vpon my hatefull life, another way the newes is not so tooke,
    Ile reade and answer. Exit.
    2335 Alb. Where was his sonne when they did take his eies?
    Gent. Come with my Lady hither.
    Alb. He is not here.
    Gent. No my good Lord, I met him backe againe.
    2340 Alb. Knowes he the wickedne s s e?
    Gent. I my good Lord, twas he inform'd again st him,
    And quit the house on purpose, that their puni shment
    Might haue the freer course.
    Alb. Gloce ster, I liue to thanke thee for the loue
    2345 Thou shewed st the King, and to reuenge thy eyes;