2607rough tatter'd cloathes great Vices do appeare: Robes,

2608and Furr'd gownes hide all. Place sinnes with Gold, and

2609the strong Lance of Iustice, hurtlesse breakes: Arme it in

2610ragges, a Pigmies straw do's pierce it. None do's offend,

2611none, I say none, Ile able 'em; take that of me my Friend,

2612who haue the power to seale th'accusers lips. Get thee

2613glasse-eyes, and like a scuruy Politician, seeme to see the

2614things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now. Pull off my

2615Bootes: harder, harder, so.

2616Edg. O matter, and impertinency mixt,

2617Reason in Madnesse.

2618Lear. If thou wilt weepe my Fortunes, take my eyes.

2619I know thee well enough, thy name is Glouster:

2620Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:

2621Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the Ayre

2622We wawle, and cry. I will preach to thee: Marke.

2623Glou. Alacke, alacke the day.

2624Lear. When we are borne, we cry that we are come

2625To this great stage of Fooles. This a good blocke:

2626It were a delicate stratagem to shoo

2627A Troope of Horse with Felt: Ile put't in proofe,

2628And when I haue stolne vpon these Son in Lawes,

2629Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

2631Gent. Oh heere he is: lay hand vpon him, Sir.

2632Your most deere Daughter----

2633Lear. No rescue? What, a Prisoner? I am euen

2634The Naturall Foole of Fortune. Vse me well,

2635You shall haue ransome. Let me haue Surgeons,

2636I am cut to'th'Braines.

2637Gent. You shall haue any thing.

2638Lear. No Seconds? All my selfe?

2639Why, this would make a man, a man of Salt

2640To vse his eyes for Garden water-pots. I wil die brauely,

2641Like a smugge Bridegroome. What? I will be Iouiall:

2642Come, come, I am a King, Masters, know you that?

2643Gent. You are a Royall one, and we obey you.

2644Lear. Then there's life in't. Come, and you get it,

2645You shall get it by running: Sa, sa, sa, sa. Exit.

2646Gent. A sight most pittifull in the meanest wretch,

2647Past speaking of in a King. Thou hast a Daughter

2648Who redeemes Nature from the generall curse

2649Which twaine haue brought her to.

2650Edg. Haile gentle Sir.

2651Gent. Sir, speed you: what's your will?

2652Edg. Do you heare ought (Sir) of a Battell toward.

2653Gent. Most sure, and vulgar:

2654Euery one heares that, which can distinguish sound.

2655Edg. But by your fauour:

2656How neere's the other Army?

2657Gent. Neere, and on speedy foot: the maine descry

2658Stands on the hourely thought.

2659Edg. I thanke you Sir, that's all.

2660Gent. Though that the Queen on special cause is here

2661Her Army is mou'd on. Exit.

2662Edg. I thanke you Sir.

2663Glou. You euer gentle Gods, take my breath from me,

2664Let not my worser Spirit tempt me againe

2665To dye before you please.

2666Edg. Well pray you Father.

2667Glou. Now good sir, what are you?

2668Edg. A most poore man, made tame to Fortunes blows

2669Who, by the Art of knowne, and feeling sorrowes,

2670Am pregnant to good pitty. Giue me your hand,

2671Ile leade you to some biding.

2672Glou. Heartie thankes:

2673The bountie, and the benizon of Heauen

2674To boot, and boot.

2676Stew. A proclaim'd prize: most happie

2677That eyelesse head of thine, was first fram'd flesh

2678To raise my fortunes. Thou old, vnhappy Traitor,

2679Breefely thy selfe remember: the Sword is out

2680That must destroy thee.

2681Glou. Now let thy friendly hand

2682Put strength enough too't.

2683Stew. Wherefore, bold Pezant,

2684Dar'st thou support a publish'd Traitor? Hence,

2685Least that th'infection of his fortune take

2686Like hold on thee. Let go his arme.

2687Edg. Chill not let go Zir,

2688Without vurther 'casion.

2689Stew. Let go Slaue, or thou dy'st.

2690Edg. Good Gentleman goe your gate, and let poore

2691volke passe: and 'chud ha'bin zwaggerd out of my life,

2692'twould not ha'bin zo long as 'tis, by a vortnight. Nay,

2693come not neere th'old man: keepe out che vor'ye, or ice

2694try whither your Costard, or my Ballow be the harder;

2695chill be plaine with you.

2696Stew. Out Dunghill.

2697Edg. Chill picke your teeth Zir: come, no matter vor

2698your foynes.

2699Stew. Slaue thou hast slaine me: Villain, take my purse;

2700If euer thou wilt thriue, bury my bodie,

2701And giue the Letters which thou find'st about me,

2702To Edmund Earle of Glouster: seeke him out

2703Vpon the English party. Oh vntimely death, death.

2704Edg. I know thee well. A seruiceable Villaine,

2705As duteous to the vices of thy Mistris,

2706As badnesse would desire.

2707Glou. What, is he dead?

2708Edg. Sit you downe Father: rest you.

2709Let's see these Pockets; the Letters that he speakes of

2710May be my Friends: hee's dead; I am onely sorry

2711He had no other Deathsman. Let vs see:

2712Leaue gentle waxe, and manners: blame vs not

2713To know our enemies mindes, we rip their hearts,

2714Their Papers is more lawfull.

2716 LEt our reciprocall vowes be remembred. You haue manie

2717opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and

2718place will be fruitfully offer'd. There is nothing done. If hee

2719returne the Conqueror,then am I the Prisoner, and his bed, my

2720Gaole, from the loathed warmth whereof, deliuer me, and sup-

2721ply the place for your Labour.

2724Oh indinguish'd space of Womans will,

2725A plot vpon her vertuous Husbands life,

2726And the exchange my Brother: heere, in the sands

2727Thee Ile rake vp, the poste vnsanctified

2728Of murtherous Letchers: and in the mature time,

2729With this vngracious paper strike the sight

2730Of the death-practis'd Duke: for him 'tis well,

2731That of thy death, and businesse, I can tell.

2732Glou. The King is mad:

2733How stiffe is my vilde sense

2734That I stand vp, and haue ingenious feeling

2735Of my huge Sorrowes? Better I were distract,

2736So should my thoughts be seuer'd from my greefes,

2738And woes, by wrong imaginations loose