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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.
    Edg. Kent sir, the bani sht Kent, who in disguise,
    Followed his enemy king, and did him seruice
    Improper for a slaue.
    Enter one with a bloody knife.
    3170 Gent. Helpe, helpe.
    Alb. What kinde of helpe? what meanes that bloody knife?
    Gent. Its hot, it smokes, it came euen from the heart of -----
    Alb. Who man? speake.
    Gent. Your Lady sir, your Lady; and her si ster
    By her is poyson'd: she has confe st it.
    Ba st . I was contracted to them both, all three
    3180 Now marry in an in stant.
    Alb. Produce theie bodies be they aliue or dead:
    3185 This iu stice of the heauens that makes vs tremble,
    Touches not with pity. Enter Kent
    3186.1 Edg. Here comes Kent sir.
    Alb. O tis he, the time will not allow
    The complement that very manners vrges.
    Kent. I am come to bid my King and ma ster aye good night,
    Is he not heere?
    Alb. Great things of vs forgot. Speake Edmund, where's the
    king, and wher's Cordelia? See st thou this obiect Kent?
    The bodies of Gonorill & Regan are brought in.
    3195 Kent. Alacke, why thus.
    Ba st . Yet Edmund was belou'd: the one the other poisond for
    my sake, and after slew her selfe.
    Alb. Euen so, couer their faces.
    3200 Ba st . I pant for life: some good I meane to do despight of my
    owne nature. Quickly send, bee briefe, into the Ca stle for my
    Writ, tis on the life of Lear, & on Cordelia: nay, send in time.
    3205 Alb. Run, run, O run.
    Edg. To who my Lord? who hath the office?
    Send thy token of repreeue.
    Ba st . Well thought on, take my sword, giue it the Captaine.
    3210 Alb. Ha st thee for thy life.
    Ba st . He hath commi s sion from thy wife & me, to hang Cor
    delia in the prison, and to lay the blame vpon her own despaire,