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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.
    Come hether friend, tell me what more thou knowe st.
    2347.1 Enter Kent and a Gentleman.
    Kent. Why the King of France is so suddenly gone backe,
    Know you the reason?
    Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his
    2347.5 comming foorth is thought of, which imports to the Kingdom,
    so much feare and danger that his personall returne was mo st re-
    quired and nece s s ary.
    Kent. Who hath he left behinde him, Generall?
    Gent. The Mar shall of France, Moun sieur la Far.
    2347.10 Kent. Did your letters pierce the Queene to any demon strati-
    on of griefe?
    Gent. I say she tooke them, read them in my presence,
    And now and then an ample teare trild downe
    Her delicate cheeke, it seemd she was a Queene ore her pa s sion,
    Who mo st rebell-like, sought to be King ore her.
    2347.15 Kent. O then it moued her.
    Gent. Not to a rage, patience and sorrow streme,
    Who should expre s s e her goodlie st, you haue seene
    Sun- shine and raine at once, her smiles and teares,
    Were like a better way, those happy smilets
    2347.20 That plaid on her ripe lip, seeme not to know
    What gue sts were in her eyes, which parted thence
    As pearles from Diamonds dropt; in briefe,
    Sorrow would be a rarity mo st beloued,
    If all could so become it.
    2347.25 Kent. Made she no verball que stion?
    Gent. Faith once or twice she heau'd the name of father
    Pantingly foorth, as if it pre st her heart,
    Cried si sters, si sters, shame of Ladies si sters;
    Kent. Father, si sters, what ith- storme ith night?
    2347.30 Let pitty not be beleeu'd, there she shooke
    The holy water from her heauenly eyes,
    And clamour moi stened her, then away she started,
    To deale with griefe alone.
    Kent, It is the stars, the stars aboue vs gouern our conditions,