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Who hath most fortunately been inform’d
Of my obscure course. All weary and o'er-watch'd,
Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
This shameful lodging.
Fortune, good night! smile once more, turn thy
wheel!

[Sleeps.

Scene changes to a part of a heath.

Enter Edgar.
Edgar. I've heard myself proclaim'd;
And, by the happy hollow of a tree,
Efcap'd the hunt. No port is free, no place,
That guard and most unusual vigilance
Does not attend my taking. Whiles I may 'scape,
I will preserve myself: And am bethought
To take the basest and the poorest shape,
That ever penury

in contempt

of Brought near to beast: My face I will besmear, Blanket my loins; elf all

my

hair in knots;
And out-face
The winds, and perfecutions of the sky.
The country gives me proof and precedent
Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,
Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms
Pins, iron-spikes, thorns, sprigs of rosemary;
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And thus from sheep-cotes, villages, and mills, Enforce their charity; poor Turlygood! poor Tom! That's something yet: Edgar, I nothing am.

[Exit. Scene changes again, to the earl of Glocefter's castle. Kent in the ftocks. Enter Lear and attendants. Lear. 'Tis strange, that they should so depart

from home,
And not send back my messenger.

Kent. Hail to thee, noble master!
Lear. Ha! mak'st thou thy shame thy pastime?
Kent. No, my lord.
Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy place

mistook, To set thee here ?

Kent. It is both he and she,
Your son and daughter.

Lear. No.
Kent. Yes.
Lear. No, I say.
Kent. I say, yea.
Lear. By Jupiter, I swear, no.
Kent. By Juno, I swear, ay.

Lear. They durft not do't. They could not, would not do't ; 'tis worse than murder,

To

Tó do upon respect fuch violent outrage:
Resolve me with all modeft hafte, which way
Thou might'st deserve, or they impose, this usage,
Coming from us.

Kent. My lord, while at their home
I did commend your highness' letters to them,
Came a reeking poft,
Stew'd in his hafte, half breathless, panting forth
From Gonerill his mistress, falutation ;
Deliver'd letters, spite of intermiffion,
Which presently they read: On whose contents
They summon’d up their train, and straight took

horse, Commanding me to follow and attend The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks: And meeting here the other messenger, Whose welcome, I perceiv'd, had poison'd mine; (Being the very fellow, which of late Display'd fo faucily against your highness) Having more man than wit about me, I drew; He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries : Your son and daughter found this trespass worth The shame which here it suffers. Lear. Oh, how this mother swells up tow'rd my

heart! Down, down, thou climbing forrow!

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Thy element's below. Where is this daughter? Kent. With the earl, Sir, here within.

Enter Glocefter. Lear. Now, Glo'ster?-[Gloc. whispers Lear.)

Ha ! how's this?
Deny to speak with me? they're sick, they're weary,
They have travelld all the night ? Mere fetches,
The images of revolt and flying off.
Bring me a better anfwer!

Gloc. My dear lord,
You know the fiery quality of the duke

Lear. Vengeance ! plague ! death! confusion! Fiery? what quality? why, Glocester, Glocester, I'd speak with the duke of Cornwall, and his wife.

Gloc. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them fo. Lear. Inform'd them? dost thou understand me,

man ? Gloc. Ay, my good lord. Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall ;

the dear father Would with his daughter speak; commands her

service: Are they informd of this?--My breath and

blood! Fiery ? the fiery duke? tell the hot duke, that

No,

No, but not yet; may be, he is not well;
Infirmity doth still neglect all office,
Whereto our health is bound. I will forbear,
Nor talk the indispos'd and fickly fit
As the found man. Death on my state ! but

wherefore
Should he sit here ? This act persuades me,
That this remotion of the duke and her
Is practice only. Give me my fervant forth ;
Go, tell the duke and's wife, I'd speak with them:
Now, presently,--bid them come forth and hear me,
Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum,
'Till it cry, sleep to death.--Oh! are you come ?

Enter Cornwall, Regan, and servants.
Cornw. Hail to your grace !

[Kent is set at liberty. Lear. Good morrow both ! Oh me, my heart ! my rising heart ! but down!

Regan. I am glad to see your highness.
Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what

cause
I have to think fo; if thou wert not glad,
I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb,
Sepulchring an adultress. Beloved Regan,
Thy sister's naught: Oh, Regan, she hath tied

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