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  • Title: King Lear (Modern, Extended Folio)
  • Editor: Michael Best
  • Textual editors: James D. Mardock, Eric Rasmussen
  • Coordinating editor: Michael Best
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-463-9

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Michael Best
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    King Lear (Modern, Extended Folio)

    Enter Goneril, [Edmund the] Bastard, and [Oswald, the] steward.
    Welcome, my lord. I marvel our mild husband
    Not met us on the way. Now, where's your master?
    Madam, within, but never man so changed.
    I told him of the army that was landed;
    He smiled at it. I told him you were coming;
    His answer was "The worse." Of Gloucester's treachery
    And of the loyal service of his son,
    2275When I informed him, then he called me sot
    And told me I had turned the wrong side out.
    What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him,
    What like, offensive.
    [To the Bastard] Then shall you go no further.
    2280It is the cowish terror of his spirit
    That dares not undertake. He'll not feel wrongs
    Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way
    May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother;
    Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers.
    2285I must change names at home and give the distaff
    Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant
    Shall pass between us. Ere long you are like to hear,
    If you dare venture in your own behalf,
    A mistress's command. Wear this--spare speech.
    [Gives him a favor of some kind.]
    2290Decline your head.
    [She kisses him.]
    This kiss, if it durst speak,
    Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.
    Conceive--and fare thee well.
    Yours in the ranks of death.
    My most dear Gloucester.
    2295Oh, the difference of man and man.
    To thee a woman's services are due--
    My fool usurps my body.
    Madam, here comes my lord.
    [Exit Oswald.]
    Enter Albany.
    I have been worth the whistle.
    O Goneril,
    You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
    Blows in your face. I fear your disposition.
    2303.1That nature which contemns its origin
    Cannot be bordered certain in itself.
    She that herself will sliver and disbranch
    From her material sap, perforce must wither
    2303.5And come to deadly use.
    No more, the text is foolish.
    Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.
    Filths savor but themselves. What have you done?
    Tigers, not daughters, what have you performed?
    2303.10A father, and a gracious agèd man,
    Whose reverence even the head-lugged bear would lick,
    Most barbarous, most degenerate have you madded.
    Could my good brother suffer you to do it?
    A man, a prince, by him so benefited?
    2303.15If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
    Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
    It will come. Humanity must perforce prey on itself
    Like monsters of the deep.
    Milk-livered man,
    2305That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs,
    Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
    Thine honor from thy suffering; that not know'st
    Fools do those villains pity 2307.1who are punished
    Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum?
    France spreads his banners in our noiseless land,
    With plumèd helm, thy flaxen biggin threats,
    Whilst thou, a moral fool, sits still and cries
    2307.5"Alack, why does he so?"
    See thyself, devil.
    Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
    2310So horrid as in woman.
    O vain fool.
    Thou changèd, and self-covered thing, for shame,
    Bemonster not thy feature. Wer't my fitness
    To let these hands obey my blood,
    They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
    2311.5Thy flesh and bones. Howe'er thou art a fiend,
    A woman's shape doth shield thee.
    Marry, your manhood?--mew!
    Enter a Messenger.
    What news?
    O my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead,
    Slain by his servant, going to put out
    2315The other eye of Gloucester.
    Gloucester's eyes?
    A servant that he bred, thrilled with remorse,
    Opposed against the act; bending his sword
    To his great master, who, threat-enraged,
    2320Flew on him, and amongst them felled him dead;
    But not without that harmful stroke which since
    Hath plucked him after.
    This shows you are above
    You justices, that these our nether crimes
    2325So speedily can venge. But oh, poor Gloucester,
    Lost he his other eye?
    Both, both, my lord.
    [To Goneril] This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer.
    'Tis from your sister.
    [Aside] One way I like this well;
    But being widow, and my Gloucester with her,
    May all the building in my fancy pluck
    Upon my hateful life. Another way
    The news is not so tart. [Aloud] I'll read, and answer.
    [Exit Goneril.]
    Where was his son when they did take his eyes?
    Come with my lady hither.
    He is not here?
    No, my good lord, I met him back again.
    Knows he the wickedness?
    Ay, my good lord, 'twas he informed against him,
    And quit the house on purpose that their punishment
    Might have the freer course.
    Gloucester, I live
    2345To thank thee for the love thou showed'st the King,
    And to revenge thine eyes.--Come hither, friend,
    Tell me what more thou knowest.