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Edgar.] I entertain you for one of my hundred ; | Hotequestrists after him, met him at gate; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments : Who, with some other of the lord's dependants, you will say, they are Persian attire ; but let them Are gone with him towards Dover, where they boast be changed.

To have well-armed friends. Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here, and rest awhile. Corn.

Get horses for your mistress Lear. Make no noise, make no noise : draw the Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister. curtains So, so, so: we'll go to supper i’ the morn

[Exeunt GONERIL, EDMUND, and OSWALD. ing: so, so, so.

Corn. Edmund, farewell.-Go, seek the traitor Fool. And I'll go bed at noon.

Re-enter GLOSTER.

Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us.
Glo. Come hither, friend: where is the king my Though well we may not pass upon his life

[Excunt other Serrants master ?


Without the form of justice, yet our power
Kent. Here, sir: but trouble him not; his wits are

Shall do a 'courtesy to our wrath, which men
Glo. Good friend, I pr’ythee take him in thy arms;
I have o'er-heard a plot of death upon him.

May blame, but not control. Who's there? The

traitor ?
There is a litter ready; lay him in't, [meet
And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt

Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER.
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master : Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
If thou should'st dally half an hour, his life,

Corn. Bind fast bis & corky arms. {consider With thine, and all that offer to defend him,

Glo. What mean your graces ?-Good my friends, Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up;

You are my guests : do me no foul play, friends. And follow me, that will to some provision

Corn. Bind him, I say.

[Servants bind kin. Give thee quick conduct.


Hard, hard.-0 filthy traitor! Kent.

Oppress’d nature sleeps : Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. This rest might yet have balm d thy broken senses, Corn. To this chair bind him.-Villain, thou shalt Which, if convenience will not allow,

find Stand in hard cure.-Come, help to bear thy master ; 2[ They bind him : Regan plucks his beard. Thou must not stay behind.

[ To the Fool. Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done Glo.

Come, come, away. To pluck me by the beard.
[Excunt KENT, GLOSTER, and the Fool, bear Reg. So white, and such a traitor!
ing off the King.


Naughty lady. Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes, These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

Will h quicken, and accuse thee. I am your host: Who alone suffers, suffers most i’ the mind,

With robbers' hands my hospitable i favors Leaving free things and happy shows behind; You should not ruffle thus. What will do 1 But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip, Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.

France ? How light and portable my pain seems now, (bow: Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. When that which makes me bend, makes the king Corn. And what confederacy have you with the He childed, as I father'd !—Tom, away!

Latek footed in the kingdom? Mark the high anoises ; and thyself b bewray,


To whose hands
When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee, Have you sent the lunatic king ? Speak.
In thy just proof, repeals and reconciles thee. Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,
What will hap more to-night, safe 'scape the king! Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
Lurk, lurk.

[Exit. And not from one oppos'd.

SCENE VII.-A Room in GLOSTER's Castle. Reg.

Corn. Where hast thou sent the king!


Reg. Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband; To Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at perilshow him this letter:-the army of France is landed.

Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him answer that -Seek out the traitor Gloster.

Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the [Exeunt some of the Servants. Reg. Wherefore to Dover ? Reg. Hang him instantly.

Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Gon. Pluck out his eyes.

Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister Corn. Leave him to my 1 disposure.--Edmund, In his anointed flesh 'rash boarish fangs. keep you our sister company: the revenges we are The sea, with such a storm as his bare head bound to take upon your traitorous father are not fit In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up: for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are And quench'd the mstelled fires; going, to a most festinale preparation : we are Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain. bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift and in- If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern liine, telligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister :-fare- Thou shouldst have said, “Good porter, tum well, my lord of Gloster.

All cruels else subscrib'd: but I shall see [key," Enter Oswald.

The winged vengeance overtake such children. How now! Where's the king ?

Osw. My lord of Gloster bath convey'd him hence: • A questrist is one who goes in quest or search of another. Some five or six and thirty of his knights,

-""Shall do a courtesy," i, e., shall bend. -- " Corby,"les dry; witbered ; husky-6" Will quicken," i. e., will quien

into life.- " Favors," i. e., features." Footed," 1 e.*? ." The high noises," i. e., the great events that are ap. on foot. - To rash is the old term for the stroke made 554 proaching. -3Bewray." i. e., betray; discover.c" Festi. wild boar with his fangs. -- " Stelled," i. e, starter nate," i. e., quick; hasty.--"My lord of Gloster," i. e., "Subscribd," i. e., yielded; submitted to the Decissis Edmund, invested with his father's title.

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Corn. See it shalt thou never.-Fellows, hold the | Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace : chair.

The wretch, that thou hast blown into the worst, Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.

Owes nothing to thy blasts.-But who comes here? Glo. He, that will think to live lill he be old,

Enter Gloster, led by an old Man. Give me some help!- cruel! O ye gods!

[ They tear out one eye. My father, poorly led ?—World, world, O world! Reg. One side will mock another; the other too. But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Corn. If you see, vengeance,

Life would not yield to age.
Hold your hand, my lord.

Old Man. O my good lord! I have been your
I have serv'd you ever since I was a child,

tenant, and your father's tenant, these fourscore But better service have I never done you,

years. Than now to bid you hold.

Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone:
How now, you dog!

Thy comforts can do me no good at all;
Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin,

Thee they may hurt. I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?

Old Man. Alack, sir! you cannot see your way. Corn. My villain ! [Draws and runs at him. Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes: Serv. Nay then, come on, and lake the chance of I stumbled when I saw.

Full oft 'tis seen, anger. (Draws. Cornwall is wounded. Our 4 wants secure us; and our mere defects Reg. Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up Prove our commodities.-Ah! dear son Edgar, thus!


The food of thy abused father's wrath, Serv. 0, I am slain !—My lord, you have one eye Might I but live to see thee in my touch, To see some mischief on him.-0!


I'd say I had eyes again! Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it.-Out, vile jelly!

Old Man.

How now! Who's there? Where is thy lustre now?

Edg. [ Aside.] O gods! Who is't can say, "I am ' [ Tearing out his other

at the worst ?!!

eye. Glo. All dark and comfortless.-Where's my son

I am worse than e'er I was.
Edmund ?

Old Man.

'Tis poor mad Tom. Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,

Edg. [ Aside.] And worse I may be yet: the worst To * quit this horrid act.

is not Reg. Out, treacherous villain ! So long as we can say,

“ This is the worst." Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he

Old Man. Fellow, where goest? That made the boverture of thy treasons to us,


Is it a beggar-man?
Who is too good to pity thee.

Old Man. Madman, and beggar too.
Glo. O my follies! Then Edgar was abus'd. - Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg.
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper bim !

I' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw,
Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him smell Which made me think a man a worm: my son
His way to Dover.-How is't, my lord ? How look Came then into my mind; and yet my mind

Was then scarce friends with him I have heard Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt. Follow me, lady:

more since. Turn out that eyeless villain : throw this slave

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; Upon the dunghill.—Regan, I bleed apace:

They kill us for their sport. Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.


[ Aside.] How should this be?[Ecit Cornwall, led by Regán:-Servants Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, unbind GLOSTER, and lead him out.

Angering itself and others. [ To him. ] Bless thee, 1 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, Glo. Is that the naked fellow ?

(master! If this man comes to good.

Old Man.

Ay, my lord. 2 Sero. If she live long,

Glo. Then, pr’ythee, get thee gone. If, for my sake, And in the end meet the old course of death,

Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain, Women will all turn monsters.

[lam I' the way toward Dover, do it for ancient love; 1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the d Bed And bring some covering for this naked soul, To lead him where he would : his roguish madness Whom I'll entreat to lead me. Allows itself to any thing.

Old Man.

Alack, sir! he is mad. 2 Serv. Go thou: I'll fetch some flax, and whites Glo. 'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead

the blind. To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure ; him!

[Exeunt severally. Above the rest, be gone.

Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have,
Come on't what will.

Glo. Sirrah; naked fellow.

Edg. Poor Tom's d-cold.—[ Aside.] I cannot

(daub it farther.
SCENE I.-The Heath.

Glo. Come hither, fellow.
Enter EDGAR.

Edg. [ Aside. ] And yet I must.—[ To him.] Bless

thy sweet eyes, they bleed. Edg. 3 Yes, better thus, unknown to be contemn'd,

Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover ? Than still contemn'd and flatter'd.

Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot-path. The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune,

Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits : Stands still in eesperance, lives not in fear:

bless thee, good man's son, from the foul fiend! The lamentable change is from the best;

Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, The worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then,

as Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness ; .“ To quit," i, e., to requite.-- The overture here means

Mahu, of stealing ; Modo, of murder; und Flibberthe opening the disclosure. -- " Meet the old course of tigibbet, of mopping and mowing, who since posdeath," i, e., die a natural death.-" The Bedlam," i, e., the Bedlainite ; the madman.-- ** In esperance," i. e., in hope.

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sesses chamber-maids and waiting women. So, bless | And come to deadly use.
thee, master!

[plagues Gon. No more: the text is foolish.
Glo. Here, take this purse, thou whom the heaven's Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile;
Have humbled to all strokes : that I am wretched, Filths savor but themselves. What have you done 1
Makes thee the happier:-Heavens, deal so still! Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd ?
Let the a superfluous, and lust-dieted man,

A father, and a gracious aged man,
That ? braves your ordinance, that will not see Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick,
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly ; Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded
So distribution should undo excess,

Could my good brother suffer you to do it?
And each man have enough.-Dost thou know Dover? | A man, a prince, by him so benefited ?
Edg. Ay, master.'

If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
Glo. There is a cliff, whose high and bending head Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
Looks fearfully bin the confined deep:
Bring me but to the very brim of it,

Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear,

Like monsters of the deep. With something rich about me: from that place Gon.

Milk-liver'd man!
I shall no leading need.

That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
Give me thy arm :

Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Poor Tom shall lead thee.

[Exeunt. Thine honor from thy suffering ; that not know'st,

Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd SCENE II.—Before the Duke of Albany's Palace. Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy

drum? Enter Goneril and EDMUND; OSWALD meeting France spreads his banners in our noiseless land; them.

With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats; Gon. Welcome, my lord: I marvel, our mild hus- Whilst thou, a moral fool, sitt'st still, and criest, band

“Alack! why does he so ?" Not met us on the way.--Now, where's your master ?


See thyself, devil!
Osw. Madam, within; but never man so chung'd. Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
I told him of the army that was landed;

So horrid, as in woman.
He smil'd at it: I told him, you were coming ;


O vain fool! (shame, His answer was, “ The worse:" of Gloster's treach Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for And of the loyal service of his son,

[ery, Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my fitness When I inform’d him, then he call'd me sot,

To let these hands obey my 'blood,
And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out. They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him; Thy flesh and bones : howe'er thou art a fiend,
What like, offensive.

A woman's shape doth shield thee.

Then, shall you go no farther. Gon. Marry, your manhood now!-

Enter a Messenger.
It is the cowish terror of his spirit,

Alb. What news?

[dead; That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs,

Mess. O, my good lord! the duke of Cornwall's
Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way Slain by his servant, going to put out
May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother; The other eye of Gloster.
Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers :


Gloster's eyes!
I must change arms at home, and give the distaff Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill’d with remork,
Into my husband's hand. This trusty servant Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword
Shall pass between us : ere long you are like to hear, To his great master; who, thereat enrag'd,
If you dare venture in your own behalf,

Flew on him, and amongst them fellid him dead,
A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech; But not without that harmful stroke, which since

[Giving a chain. Hath pluck'd him after. Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak,


This shows you are above, Would stretch thy spirits up into the air. -

You justicers, that these our nether crimes Conceive, and fare thee well.

So speedily can venge !-But, О poot Gloster! Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.

Lost he his other eye ? Gon. My most dear Gloster! [Exit EDMUND.


Both, both, my lord. 0, the difference of man, and man !

This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer ; To thee a woman's services are due :

[ Giving it. My fool usurps my body.

'Tis from your sister. Osw. Madam, here comes my lord.

Gon. [ Aside.] One way I like this well; [Exit Oswald. But being widow, and my Gloster with her, Enter ALBANY.

May all the building in my fancy pluck Gon. I have been worth the d whistle.

Upon my hateful life. Another way, Alb.

O Goneril!

The news is not so tart. [To him.] I'll read, and You are not worth the dust, which the rude wind

(E. Blows in your face.-I fear your disposition :

Alb. Where was his son, when they did take bis That nature, which contemns its origin,

Mess. Come with my lady hither. [eyes! Cannot be border'd certain in itself;


He is not here. She that herself will esiiver and disbranch

Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again.

Alb. Knows ho the wickedness ? From her material sap, perforce must wither,

Mess. Ay, my good lord, 'twas he inform'd against

And quit the house, on purpose that their punishment ""The supertluous," 1. c., the pampered. --- In is put here Might have the freer course. for on.-* Any prove effects," i e., may be consummated.

"Worth the whistle,” i. e., worth calling for. "Sli. ver," i. e., tear off,

{"My blood," 1. o., my passion; my inclination.


Gloster, I live

Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, Gent. 'Tis so they are afoot. (heard not? And to revenge thine eyes.—Come hither, friend: Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, Tell me what more thou knowest. [Exeunt. And leave you to attend him. Some dear fcause

Will in concealment wrap me up awhile: SCENE III.-The French Camp near Dover.

When I am known aright, you shall not grieve

Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go
Enter Kent, and a Gentleman.
Along with me.

[Exeunt. Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly SCENE IV.-The Same. A Tent. gone back, know you the reason?

Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, Enter CORDELIA, Physician, and French Soldiers.
Which since his coming forth is thought of; which Cor. Alack! 'tis he: why, he was met even now
Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, As mad as the vex'd sea: singing aloud;
That his personal return was most requir'd, Crown'd with rank & fumiter, and furrow weeds,
And necessary.

With hoar-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckou-flowers,
Kent. Whom hath he left behind him general ? Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fer. In our sustaining corn.-A century send forth ;

Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any Search every acre in the high-grown field, demonstration of grief?

And bring him to our eye. [Exit an Officer. ]-What Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my can man's wisdom, presence ;

In the restoring his bereaved sense ? And now and then an ample tear trill'd down He, that helps him, take all my outward worth. Her delicate cheek: it seem'd, she was a queen Phy. There is means, madam: Over her passion, who, most rebel-like,

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose, Sought to be king o'er her.

The which he lacks; that to provoke in him

O! then it mov'd her. Are many simples operative, whose power
Gent. Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Will close the eye of anguish.
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Cor.

All bless'd secrets,
Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
Were like a better 1 May: those happy smilets, Spring with my tears ! be aidant, and remediate,
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know In the good man's distress !-Seek, seek for him;
What guests were in her eyes ; which parted thence, Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.--In brief, sorrow That wants the means to lead hit.
Would be a rarity most belov'à, if all

Enter a Messenger.
Could so become it.
Made she no verbal a question ?


News, madam: Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name The British powers are marching hitherward. of " father"

Cor. 'Tis known before ; our preparation stands Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart;

In expectation of them.-0 dear father! Cried, “Sisters! sisters ! --Shame of ladies! sisters! It is thy business that I go about, Kent! father! sisters! What? i' the storm ? i' the My mourning, and important tears, hath pitied.

Therefore great France

No <blown ambition doth our arms incite,
Let pity not be believed !"-There she shook
The holy water from her heavenly eyes,

But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right. And clamor e moisten'd: then, away she started

Soon may I hear, and see him!

(Exeunt. To deal with grief alone. Kent. It is the stars,

SCENE V.-A Room in GLOSTER's Castle. The stars above us, govern our d conditions ;

Enter REGAN and OswALD. Else one self mate and mate could not beget

Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth ? Such different issues. You spoke not with her since ? Osw. Ay, madam. Gent. No.

Reg. Himself in person there? Kent. Was this before the king return'd?


Madam, with much ado: Gent. No, since. Your sister is the better soldier,

[home? Kent. Well, sir, the poor distress'd Lear's i' the

Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at town,

Osw. No, madam, Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers

Reg. What might import my sister's letter to him? What we are come about, and by no means

Osw. I know not, lady, Will yield to see his daughter.

Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. Gent.

Why, good sir?

It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him; his own To let him live: where he arrives he moves unkindness,

All hearts against us. Edmund, I think, is gone, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her

In pity of his misery, to despatch
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights His nighted life; moreover, to descry
To his dog-hearted daughters; these things sting The strength o' the enemy.
His mind so venomously, that burning shame

Osw. I must needs after him, madam, with my letter. Detaine him from Cordelia.

Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow: stay with us; Gent. Alack, poor gentleman! The ways are dangerous.


I may not, madam; ** Question," 1 e., discourse ; conversation. That is, 'Let not pity be supposed to exist.'-** And clamor moist {"Dear cause," l. e., important busines8.-% Fumitoryened," i. e., accompanied her outcries with tears.-"Con h"The means to lead it," i. e., the reason which should ditions," i. e., dispositions. One self mate and mate," guide it. - Importunate. - "Blown," i, e., inflated. i e., the selfsame husband and wife.

* Nighted," i. e., darkened, by the loss of his eyes.

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My lady charg'd my duty in this business.


With all my heart. Reg. Why should she write to Edmund ? Might Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair,

Is done to cure it. Transport her purposes by word? Belike,


0, you mighty gods! Something-I know not what.-I'll love thee much; This world I do renounce, and in your sights Let me unseal the letter.

Shake patiently my great affliction off: Osu.

Madam, I had rather If I could bear it longer, and not fall Reg. I know your lady does not love her husband, To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, I am sure of that ; and, at her late being here, My snuff, and loathed part of nature, should She gave strange a ciliads, and most speaking looks Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O, bless him! To noble Edmund. I know, you are of her bosom. Now, fellow, fare thee well. Osw. I, madam!

[He leaps, and falls along. Reg. I speak in understanding : y' are, I know it ; Edg.

Gone, sir: farewell. Therefore, I do advise you, take this note: And yet I know not how conceit may rob My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd, The treasury of life, when life itself And more convenient is he for my hand,

Yields to the ftheft: had he been where he thougbt, Than for your lady's.—You may gather more. By this had thought been past.-Alive, or dead? If you do find him, pray you, give him this; Ho, you sir! friend !-Hear


sir !--speak! And when your mistress hears thus much from you, Thus might he pass indeed ;-yet he revises. I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her:

What are you, sir ? So, fare you well.


Away, and let me die. (air, If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Edg. Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, Preferment falls on him that cuts him off. [show So many fathom down precipitating,

Osw. Would I could meet him, madam: I would Thou’dst shiver'd like an egg: but thou dost breathe; What party do I follow.

Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'se; art
Fare thee well. [Exeunt. Ten masts at beach make not the altitude, (scurd.

Which thou hast perpendicularly fell :
SCENE VI.-The Country near Dover. Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again.

Glo. But have I fallen, or no?
Enter GLOSTER, and EDGAR dressed like a Peasant.

Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky bours. Glo. When shall I come to the top of that same hill? | Look up a height; the kshrill-gorg d lark so far Edg. You do climb up it now: look, how we labor. Cannot be seen or heard : do but look up. Glo, Methinks, the ground is even.

Glo. Alack! I have no eyes.Edg:

Horribly steep. Is wretcheduess depriv'd that benefit,
Hark! do

hear the sea ?

To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort Glo.

No, truly.

When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage,
Edg. Why, then your other senses grow imperfect And frustrate his proud will.
By your eyes' anguish.

Edg. Give me your arm: '[Helping kis ry
So may it be, indeed.

Up:-30;-how is't? Feel you your legs? You stadd. Methinks, thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st Glo. Too well, too well. In better pbrase, and matter, than thou didst.


This is above all strangeress. Edg. Y' are much deceiv'd: in nothing am I Upon the crown o' the cliff, what thing was that But in my garments.

[chang’d, which parted from you ? Glo. Methinks, y' are better spoken. Glo.

A poor unfortunate beggar. Edg. Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. Edg. As I stood here below, methought, bis eros How fearful,

Were two full moons; he had a thousand post, And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!

Horns 'whelk'd, and wav'd like the enridged sa: The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, It wns some fiend ; therefore, thou happy father, Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down Think that the mclearest gods, who make them hogers Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Of men's impossibilities, have preserv'd thee. Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head.

Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,

AMiction, till it do cry out itself Appear like mice; and yond' tall anchoring bark, “Enough, enough!" and die. That thing you speak of, Diminish'd to her dcock; her cock, a buoy

I took it for a man ; often 'twould say, Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge,

“ The fiend, the fiend !" he led me to that place. That on th' unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,

Edg. Bear " free and patient thoughts. But bo Cannot be heard so high.-I'll look no more;

comes here? Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight

Enter LEAR, fantastically dressed with Strars and e Topple down headlong.

Set me where you stand.

The safer sense will ne'er accommodate
Edg. Give me your hand; you are now within a foot His master thus.
Of th' extreme verge: for all beneath the moon
Would I not leap upright.

Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining; I

am the king himself. Glo. Let go my hand.

Edg. O, thou side-piercing sight! Here, friend, is another purse; in it, a jewel Well worth a poor man's taking : fairies, and gods, your press-money. That fellow handles his how like

Lear. Nature's above art in that respect.-There's Prosper it with thee! Go thou farther off:

a crow-keeper: draw me a clothier's yard.-Loos, Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going. Edg. Now fare you well, good sir.

["Yields to the theft," i. e., is willing to be destroyal

$"Pass," i. e., die.- "At each," i. e, each addei to ti a " Eiliads," i.e., glances of the eyes.-_b"Take this note," other.-I“Bourn," i. e., boundary.--." Shrill-gorgd," i en i, e., obzerve what I am saying. - Samphire, a vegetable shrill-thronted-1 "Whelk'd," i. e., twistd; courund gathered for pickling:- "Her cock," i. e., her cock-boat m“ The clearest," i. e., the purest. — " Free," 1. A PT"Topple,” i, e., tumble.

O "A clothier's yard," i. e., An arrow of a cloth-yari lors

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