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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.
    2480 Now fellow fare thee well. He falles
    Edg. Gon sir, farewell, and yet I know not how conceite may
    rob the treasury of life, when life it selfe yeelds to the theft: had
    he bene where he thought, by this thought had been pa st : Aliue
    2485 or dead? Ho you sir, heare you sir, speake, thus might hee pa s s e
    indeed, yet he reuiues, what are you sir?
    Glo. Away, and let me dye.
    2490 Edg. Had st thou bene ought but gosmore feathers ayre,
    So many fadome downe precipitating,
    Thou had st shiuerd like an Egge, but thou do st breath,
    Ha st heauy sub stance, bleed st not, speak st, art sound:
    2495 Ten Ma sts at each make not the altitude,
    That thou ha st perpendicularly fell,
    Thy lifes a mircale, speake yet againe.
    Glo. But haue I fallen or no?
    Edg. From the dread summons of this chalkie borne.
    2500 Looke vp a hight; the shrill gorg'd Larke so farre
    Cannot be seene or heard, do but looke vp.
    Glo. Alacke, I haue no eyes:
    Is wretchedne s s e depriu'd that benefite
    To end it selfe by death? Twas yet some comfort.
    2505 When misery could beguile the Tyrants rage,
    And fru strate his proud will.
    Edg. Giue me your arme:
    Vp, so, how feele you your legges? you stand.
    Glo. Too well, too well.
    2510 Edg. This is aboue all strangene s s e:
    Vpon the crowne of the cliffe, what thing was that
    Which parted from you?
    Glo. A poore vnfortunate begger.
    Edg. As I stood heere below, methought his eyes
    2515 Were two full Moones; a had a thousand noses,
    Hornes, welkt and waued like the enridged sea.
    It was some fiend, therefore thou happy Father
    Thinke that the cleere st Gods, who made their honors
    Of mens impo s sibilities, haue preserued thee.
    2520 Glo. I do remember now, henceforth Ile beare
    Af.
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