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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.
    Stew. Slaue thou ha st slaine me, Villaine take my purse:
    2700 If euer thou wilt thriue, bury my body,
    And giue the Letters which thou find st about me
    To Edmund Earle of Glo ster, seeke him out, vpon
    The Briti sh party: ô vntimely death! death.
    2703.1 He dyes.
    Edg. I know thee well, a seruiceable villaine,
    2705 As dutious to the vices of thy Mi stris,
    As badne s s e would de sire.
    Glo. What is he dead?
    Edg, Sit you downe father, re st you, lets see his pockets,
    These Letters that he speakes of may be my friends,
    2710 Hee's dead, I am onely sorry he had no other deathsman.
    Let vs see, leaue gentle wax, and manners blame vs not,
    To know our enemies minds wee'd rip their hearts,
    Their papers is more lawfull.
    2715 A Letter.
    Let your reciprocall vowes be remembred,
    You haue many opportunities to cut him off .
    If your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered.
    There is nothing done: If he returne the Conqueror,
    Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my Iayle,
    2720 From the loath'd warmth whereof deliuer me,
    2720 And supply the place for your labour.
    Your wife (so I would say) & your affectionate seruant,
    Gonorill .

    Edg. O vndi stingui sht space of womans wit,
    2725 A plot vpon her vertuous husbands life,
    And the exchange my Brother: heere in the sands
    Thee Ile rake vp, the po st vnsanctified
    Of murtherous letchers, and in the mature time
    With this vngracious paper strike the sight
    2730 Of the death practisd Duke, for him tis well,
    That of his death and bu sine s s e I can tell.
    Glo. The King is mad, how stiffe is my vilde sense,
    That I stand vp, and haue ingenious feeling