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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
    Not Peer Reviewed

    King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)

    The History of King Lear.
    2775.1 Cor. Very well.
    Doct . Please you draw neere: louder the mu sicke there.
    Cor. O my deere father,
    Re storation hang thy medicine on my lippes,
    And let this ki s s e repaire those violent harmes
    That my two si sters haue in thy reuerence made.
    2780 Kent. Kinde and deere Prince s s e.
    Cor. Had you not bin their father, these white flakes
    Had challeng'd pitty of them. Was this a face
    To be exposd again st the warring windes,
    2783.1 To stand again st the deepe dread bolted thunder,
    In the mo st terrible and nimble stroke
    Of quicke cro s s e lightning, to watch poore Per du,
    With this thin helme? Mine iniurious dogge,
    2785 Though he had bit me, should haue stood that night
    Again st my fire, and wa st thou faine (poore father)
    To houill thee with swine and rogues forlorne,
    In short and mu sty straw? Alack, alacke,
    Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once,
    2790 Had not concluded all. He wakes, speake to him.
    Doct , Madam do you, tis fitte st.
    C. How does my royal lord? how fares your maie sty
    Lear. You do me wrong to take me out a'th graue,
    2795 Thou art a soule in bli s s e, but I am bound
    Vpon a wheele of fire, that mine owne teares
    Do scald like molten Lead.
    Cor. Sir, know ye me?
    Lear. Y'are a spirit I know, when did you dye?
    2800 Cor. Still, still, farre wide.
    Doct . He's scarse awake, let hlm alone awhile.
    Lea. Where haue I bin? where am I? faire day light!
    2805 I am mightily abusd; I should ene dye with pity
    To see another thus. I know not what to say:
    I will not sweare these are my hands, let's see,
    I feele this pin pricke, would I were a s s ur'd of my con- (dition.
    2810 Cor. O looke vpon me sir,
    And hold your hands in benediction ore me,
    No