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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.
    Affliction till it do cry out it selfe
    Enough, enough, and dye: that thing you speake of,
    I tooke it for a man: often would he say
    The fiend, the fiend, he led me to that place.
    2525 Edg. Bare, free, and patient thoughts : but who comes heere,
    The safer sense will nere accommodate his mai ster thus.

    Enter Lear mad.
    2530 Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coyning, I am the King
    Edg. O thou side piercing sight.
    Lear. Nature is aboue Art in that respect, ther's your pre s s e-
    money. That fellow handles his bow like a Crow-keeper, draw
    2535 me a clothiers yard. Looke, looke, a Mouse; peace, peace, this
    to sted cheese will do it. Ther's my gantlet, Ile proue it on a Gy-
    ant, bring vp the browne bils. O well flowne birde in the ayre.
    Hagh, giue the word.
    2540 Edg. Sweet Margerum.
    Lear. Pa s s e,
    Glo. I know that voice.
    Lear. Ha Gonorill , ha Regan, they flatter'd me like a dogge, and
    told me I had white haires in my beard, ere the black ones were
    2545 there; to say I and no to all I saide : I and no too was no good
    Diuinity. When the raine came to wet me once, and the wind to
    make me chatter, when the thunder would not peace at my bid-
    ding, there I found them, there I smelt them out : goe too, they
    2550 are not men of their words, they told mee I was euery thing, tis
    a lye, I am not argue-proofe.
    Glo st . The tricke of that voyce I doe, well remember, i st not
    the King?
    Lear. I, euery inch a King: when I do stare see how the subiect
    2555 quakes: I pardon that mans life, what was thy cause, Adulterie?
    thou shalt not dye for adultery: no, the wren goes toot, and the
    small guilded flye do letcher in my sight; let copulation thriue.
    2560 For Glo sters ba stard son was kinder to his father then my daugh-
    ters got tweene the lawfull sheets, toot Luxury, pell mell, for I
    want souldiers. Behold yon simpring dame, whose face between