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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.
    2000be long from you.
    Kent. All the power of his wits haue giuen way to impatience,
    the Gods deserue your kindnesse.
    Edg. Fretereto cals me, and tels me Nero is an angler in the lake
    2005of darknesse, pray innocent beware the foule fiend.
    Foole. Prethee Nunckle tell me, whether a mad man may bee a
    Gentleman or a Yeoman.
    Lear. A King, a King, to haue a thousand with red burning
    spits come hissing in vpon them.
    2014.1Edg. The foule fiend bites my backe.
    Foole. Hee's mad that trusts in the tamenesse of a Wolfe, a
    horses health, a boyes loue, or a whores oath.
    Lear. It shall be done, I will arraigne them straight,
    2014.5Come sit thou heere most learned Iustice,
    Thou sapient sir, sit heere now you shee Foxes ---------
    Edg. Looke where he stands and glars, wantst thou eies at tri-
    all madam, come ore the broome Bessy to me.
    Foole. Her boat hath a leake, and she must not speak,
    2014.10Why she dares not come ouer to thee.
    Edg. The foule fiend haunts poore Tom in the voyce of a night-
    ingale, Hoppedance cried in Toms belly for two white herring,
    Croke not blacke Angell, I haue no food for thee.
    Kent. How do you sir? stand you not so amaz'd, will you lie
    2014.15downe and rest vpon the Cushions?
    Lear. Ile see their triall first, bring in their euidence, thou rob-
    bed man of iustice take thy place, & thou his yoke-fellow of e-
    quity, bench by his side, you are o'th commission, sit you too.
    Ed. Let vs deale iustly, sleepest or wakest thou iolly shepheard,
    2014.20Thy sheepe bee in the corne, and for one blast of thy minikin
    mouth, thy sheepe shall take no harme, Pur the cat is gray.
    Lear. Arraignne her first, tis Gonorill, I here take my oath before
    this honourable assembly she kickt the poore King her father.
    Foole. Come hither Mistresse, is your name Gonorill.
    2014.25Lear. She cannot deny it.
    Foole. Cry you mercy, I tooke you for a ioynt stoole.
    Lear. And heres another whose warpt lookes proclaime
    What store her heart is made an, stop her there,