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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.
    her forkes presageth snow, that minces vertue, and do shake the
    2565 head, heare of pleasures name to fichew, nor the soyled Hor s s e
    goes toot with a more riotous appetite: downe from the wa ste
    they are Centaures, though women all aboue, but to the girdle
    do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends, theres Hell, theres
    darkne s s e, fie, fie, fie, pah, pah: Giue mee an ounce of Ciuet,
    good Apothecary, to sweeten my imagination, ther's money for
    Glo. O let me ki s s e that hand.
    2575 Lear. Here wipe it fir st, it smels of mortality.
    Glo. O ruin'd peece of nature, this great world shold so weare
    out to nought, do you know me?
    2580 Lear. I remember thy eyes well enough, do st thou squiny on
    me: no, do thy wor st blinde Cupid, Ile not loue: Read thou that
    challenge, marke the penning on't.
    Glo. Were all the letters suns I could not see one.
    2585 Edg. I would not take this from report, it is, & my hart breaks
    at it.
    Lear. Read.
    Glo. What, with the case of eyes.
    Lear. O ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your head nor
    2590 money in your purse? your eyes are in a heauy case, your pur s s e
    in a light; yet you see how this world goes?
    Glo. I see it feelingly.
    Lea. What art mad? A man may see how the world goes with
    2595 no eyes. Looke with thy eares, see how yon Iu stice railes vppon
    yon simple theefe: hearke in thy eare, handy dandy, which is the
    theefe, which is the Iu stice. Thou ha st seene a farmers dog barke
    at a begger.
    2600 Glo. I sir.
    Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou might st
    behold the great image of Authoritie, a dogge, so bad in office.
    Thou Rascall Beadle hold thy bloody hand; why do st thou la sh
    that whore? strip thine owne backe, thy blood hotly lu sts to vse
    2605 her in that kind for which thou whip st her. The vsurer hangs the
    cozener, through tattered ragges small vices do appeare, Robes