|The Tragedy of King Lear
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The Tragedy of King Lear
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Act I, Scene 1
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Enter Kent, Gloucester, and Edmund. [Kent and
Gloucester converse. Edmund stands back.]
- Earl of Kent. I thought the
King had more affected the Duke of Albany than
- Earl of Gloucester. It did
always seem so to us; but now, in the division of the
kingdom, it appears
not which of the Dukes he values most, for 5
equalities are so weigh'd that curiosity in
neither can make
choice of either's moiety.
- Earl of Kent. Is not this your
son, my lord?
- Earl of Gloucester. His
breeding, sir, hath been at my charge. I have so often
acknowledge him that now I am braz'd to't. 10
- Earl of Kent. I cannot
- Earl of Gloucester. Sir, this
young fellow's mother could; whereupon she grew
round-womb'd, and had
indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she
had a husband for her bed. Do you
smell a fault?
- Earl of Kent. I cannot wish
the fault undone, the issue of it being so 15
- Earl of Gloucester. But I
have, sir, a son by order of law, some year elder than
this, who yet is no
dearer in my account. Though this knave came
something saucily into the
world before he was sent for, yet was
his mother fair, there was good sport
at his making, and the 20
whoreson must be
acknowledged.- Do you know this noble gentleman,
- Edmund. [comes
forward] No, my lord.
- Earl of Gloucester. My Lord
of Kent. Remember him hereafter as my honourable
- Edmund. My services to your
- Earl of Kent. I must love
you, and sue to know you better.
- Edmund. Sir, I shall study
- Earl of Gloucester. He hath
been out nine years, and away he shall again.
[Sound a sennet.] 30
The King is coming.
Enter one bearing a coronet; then Lear; then
the Dukes of Albany and Cornwall; next, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia, with
- Lear. Attend the lords of
France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
- Earl of Gloucester. I shall,
Exeunt [Gloucester and Edmund].
- Lear. Meantime we shall
express our darker purpose.
Give me the map there. Know we have divided
In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent
To shake all cares and
business from our age,
Conferring them on younger strengths while we 40
Unburthen'd crawl toward death. Our son of
And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
We have this hour a
constant will to publish
Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife
May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy, 45
Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,
Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn,
And here are to be
answer'd. Tell me, my daughters
(Since now we will divest us both of rule,
Interest of territory, cares of state), 50
Which of you shall we say doth love us most?
That we our largest bounty may extend
Where nature doth with merit
Our eldest-born, speak first.
- Goneril. Sir, I love you more
than words can wield the matter; 55
than eyesight, space, and liberty;
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare;
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour;
As much as child
e'er lov'd, or father found;
A love that makes breath poor, and speech
Beyond all manner of so much I love
- Cordelia. [aside] What
shall Cordelia speak? Love, and be silent.
- Lear. Of all these bounds,
even from this line to this,
With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd,
With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads, 65
We make thee lady. To thine and Albany's issue
Be this perpetual.- What says our second daughter,
Our dearest Regan,
wife to Cornwall? Speak.
- Regan. Sir, I am made
the selfsame metal that my sister is, 70
prize me at her worth. In my true heart
I find she names my very deed of
Only she comes too short, that I profess
Myself an enemy to all
Which the most precious square of sense possesses, 75
And find I am alone felicitate
In your dear
- Cordelia. [aside] Then
And yet not so; since I am sure my love's
than my tongue. 80
- Lear. To thee and thine
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom,
No less in
space, validity, and pleasure
Than that conferr'd on Goneril.- Now, our joy,
Although the last, not least; to whose young love 85
The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
Strive to be interest; what can you say to draw
A third more opulent
than your sisters? Speak.
- Cordelia. Nothing, my lord.
- Lear. Nothing can come of
nothing. Speak again.
- Cordelia. Unhappy that I am,
I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty
my bond; no more nor less. 95
- Lear. How, how, Cordelia?
Mend your speech a little,
Lest it may mar your fortunes.
- Cordelia. Good my lord,
You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I
Return those duties back as are
right fit, 100
Obey you, love you, and most
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say
They love you all?
Haply, when I shall wed,
That lord whose hand must take my plight shall
Half my love with him, half my care and duty. 105
Sure I shall never marry like my sisters,
love my father all.
- Lear. But goes thy heart
- Cordelia. Ay, good my lord.
- Lear. So young, and so
- Cordelia. So young, my lord,
- Lear. Let it be so! thy
truth then be thy dower!
For, by the sacred radiance of the sun,
mysteries of Hecate and the night;
By all the operation of the orbs 115
From whom we do exist and cease to be;
I disclaim all my paternal care,
Propinquity and property of blood,
as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee from this for ever. The barbarous
Or he that makes his generation
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbour'd,
pitied, and reliev'd,
As thou my sometime daughter.
- Earl of Kent. Good my liege-
- Lear. Peace, Kent!
not between the dragon and his wrath.
I lov'd her most, and thought to set
On her kind nursery.- Hence and avoid my sight!-
So be my grave
my peace as here I give 130
Her father's heart
from her! Call France! Who stirs?
Call Burgundy! Cornwall and Albany,
With my two daughters' dowers digest this third;
Let pride, which she
calls plainness, marry her.
I do invest you jointly in my power, 135
Preeminence, and all the large effects
troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly course,
With reservation of an
By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode
Make with you
by due turns. Only we still retain 140
name, and all th' additions to a king. The sway,
Revenue, execution of the
Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,
This coronet part
- Earl of Kent. Royal Lear,
Whom I have ever honour'd as my king,
Lov'd as my father, as my master follow'd,
As my great patron thought on
in my prayers-
- Lear. The bow is bent and
drawn; make from the shaft.
- Earl of Kent. Let it fall
rather, though the fork invade 150
of my heart! Be Kent unmannerly
When Lear is mad. What wouldst thou do, old
Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak
When power to
flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound
When majesty falls to folly.
Reverse thy doom; 155
And in thy best
This hideous rashness. Answer my life my judgment,
Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least,
Nor are those
empty-hearted whose low sound
Reverbs no hollowness. 160
- Lear. Kent, on thy life, no
- Earl of Kent. My life I
never held but as a pawn
To wage against thine enemies; nor fear to lose it,
Thy safety being the motive.
- Lear. Out of my sight! 165
- Earl of Kent. See better,
Lear, and let me still remain
The true blank of thine eye.
- Earl of Kent. Now by Apollo,
Thou swear'st thy gods in vain. 170
- Lear. O vassal! miscreant!
[Lays his hand on his sword.]
- Duke of Albany. [with
Cornwall] Dear sir, forbear!
- Earl of Kent. Do!
thy physician, and the fee bestow
Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift,
Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my
I'll tell thee thou dost evil.
- Lear. Hear me, recreant!
On thine allegiance, hear me!
Since thou hast sought to make us break
our vow- 180
Which we durst never yet- and
with strain'd pride
To come between our sentence and our power,-
nor our nature nor our place can bear,-
Our potency made good, take thy
Five days we do allot thee for provision 185
To shield thee from diseases of the world,
And on the sixth to turn thy hated back
Upon our kingdom. If, on the
tenth day following,
Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions,
moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter, 190
This shall not be revok'd.
- Earl of Kent. Fare thee
well, King. Since thus thou wilt appear,
Freedom lives hence, and banishment
[To Cordelia] The gods to their dear shelter take thee,
That justly think'st and hast most rightly said! 195
[To Regan and Goneril] And your large
speeches may your deeds
That good effects may spring from words
Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu;
He'll shape his old
course in a country new. Exit. 200
Flourish. Enter Gloucester, with France and
- Earl of Gloucester. Here's
France and Burgundy, my noble lord.
- Lear. My Lord of Burgundy,
We first address toward you, who with this king
Hath rivall'd for our
daughter. What in the least 205
require in present dower with her,
Or cease your quest of love?
- Duke of Burgundy. Most royal
I crave no more than hath your Highness offer'd,
Nor will you
tender less. 210
- Lear. Right noble Burgundy,
When she was dear to us, we did hold her so;
But now her price is
fall'n. Sir, there she stands.
If aught within that little seeming
Or all of it, with our displeasure piec'd, 215
And nothing more, may fitly like your Grace,
She's there, and she is yours.
- Duke of Burgundy. I know no
- Lear. Will you, with those
infirmities she owes,
Unfriended, new adopted to our hate, 220
Dow'r'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our
Take her, or leave her?
- Duke of Burgundy. Pardon me,
Election makes not up on such conditions.
- Lear. Then leave her, sir;
for, by the pow'r that made me, 225
I tell you
all her wealth. [To France] For you, great King,
I would not from
your love make such a stray
To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you
T' avert your liking a more worthier way
Than on a wretch whom nature is
Almost t' acknowledge hers.
- King of France. This is most
That she that even but now was your best object,
of your praise, balm of your age,
Most best, most dearest, should in this
trice of time 235
Commit a thing so monstrous
So many folds of favour. Sure her offence
Must be of such
That monsters it, or your fore-vouch'd affection
into taint; which to believe of her 240
be a faith that reason without miracle
Should never plant in me.
- Cordelia. I yet beseech your
If for I want that glib and oily art
To speak and purpose not,
since what I well intend, 245
I'll do't before
I speak- that you make known
It is no vicious blot, murther, or foulness,
No unchaste action or dishonoured step,
That hath depriv'd me of your
grace and favour;
But even for want of that for which I am richer- 250
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
I am glad I have not, though not to have it
Hath lost me in your liking.
- Lear. Better thou
not been born than not t' have pleas'd me better. 255
- King of France. Is it but
this- a tardiness in nature
Which often leaves the history unspoke
it intends to do? My Lord of Burgundy,
What say you to the lady? Love's not
When it is mingled with regards that stands 260
Aloof from th' entire point. Will you have her?
She is herself a dowry.
- Duke of Burgundy. Royal
Give but that portion which yourself propos'd,
And here I take
Cordelia by the hand, 265
Duchess of Burgundy.
- Lear. Nothing! I have sworn;
I am firm.
- Duke of Burgundy. I am sorry
then you have so lost a father
That you must lose a husband.
- Cordelia. Peace be with
Since that respects of fortune
are his love,
I shall not be his wife.
- King of France. Fairest
Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor;
Most choice, forsaken; and most
Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. 275
Be it lawful I take up what's cast away.
Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect
My love should
kindle to inflam'd respect.
Thy dow'rless daughter, King, thrown to my
Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France. 280
Not all the dukes in wat'rish Burgundy
buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me.
Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though
Thou losest here, a better where to find.
- Lear. Thou hast her, France;
let her be thine; for we 285
Have no such
daughter, nor shall ever see
That face of hers again. Therefore be gone
Without our grace, our love, our benison.
Come, noble Burgundy.
Flourish. Exeunt Lear, Burgundy, [Cornwall,
Albany, Gloucester, and Attendants].
- King of France. Bid farewell
to your sisters.
- Cordelia. The jewels of our
father, with wash'd eyes
Cordelia leaves you. I know you what you are;
And, like a sister, am most loath to call
Your faults as they are nam'd.
Use well our father. 295
To your professed
bosoms I commit him;
But yet, alas, stood I within his grace,
prefer him to a better place!
So farewell to you both.
- Goneril. Prescribe not us
our duties. 300
- Regan. Let your study
to content your lord, who hath receiv'd you
At fortune's alms. You have
And well are worth the want that you have wanted.
- Cordelia. Time shall unfold
what plighted cunning hides. 305
faults, at last shame them derides.
Well may you prosper!
- King of France. Come, my
Exeunt France and Cordelia.
- Goneril. Sister, it is not
little I have to say of what most nearly 310
appertains to us both. I think our father will
- Regan. That's most certain,
and with you; next month with us.
- Goneril. You see how full of
changes his age is. The observation we
have made of it hath not been little.
He always lov'd our
sister most, and with what poor judgment he hath now
cast her 315
off appears too grossly.
- Regan. 'Tis the infirmity of
his age; yet he hath ever but slenderly
- Goneril. The best and
soundest of his time hath been but rash; then
must we look to receive from
his age, not alone the 320
long-ingraffed condition, but therewithal
the unruly waywardness that infirm
and choleric years bring with
- Regan. Such unconstant
starts are we like to have from him as this
of Kent's banishment. 325
- Goneril. There is further
compliment of leave-taking between France and
him. Pray you let's hit
together. If our father carry authority
with such dispositions as he bears,
this last surrender of his
will but offend us.
- Regan. We shall further
think on't. 330
- Goneril. We must do
something, and i' th' heat.
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Act I, Scene 2
The Earl of Gloucesterís
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Enter [Edmund the] Bastard solus, [with a
- Edmund. Thou, Nature, art my
goddess; to thy law
My services are bound. Wherefore should I 335
Stand in the plague of custom, and permit
The curiosity of nations to deprive me,
For that I am some twelve or
Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base?
my dimensions are as well compact, 340
as generous, and my shape as true,
As honest madam's issue? Why brand they
With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Who, in the lusty
stealth of nature, take
More composition and fierce quality 345
Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,
Go to th' creating a whole tribe of fops
Got 'tween asleep and wake?
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land.
Our father's love is
to the bastard Edmund 350
As to th'
legitimate. Fine word- 'legitimate'!
Well, my legitimate, if this letter
And my invention thrive, Edmund the base
Shall top th'
legitimate. I grow; I prosper.
Now, gods, stand up for bastards! 355
- Earl of Gloucester. Kent
banish'd thus? and France in choler parted?
And the King gone to-night?
subscrib'd his pow'r?
Confin'd to exhibition? All this done
gad? Edmund, how now? What news? 360
- Edmund. So please your
[Puts up the letter.]
- Earl of Gloucester. Why so
earnestly seek you to put up that letter?
- Edmund. I know no news, my
- Earl of Gloucester. What
paper were you reading? 365
- Edmund. Nothing, my lord.
- Earl of Gloucester. No? What
needed then that terrible dispatch of it into your
pocket? The quality of
nothing hath not such need to hide
itself. Let's see. Come, if it be
nothing, I shall not need
- Edmund. I beseech you, sir,
pardon me. It is a letter from my brother
that I have not all o'er-read; and
for so much as I have
perus'd, I find it not fit for your o'erlooking.
- Earl of Gloucester. Give me
the letter, sir.
- Edmund. I shall offend,
either to detain or give it. The contents, as 375
in part I understand them, are to blame.
- Earl of Gloucester. Let's
see, let's see!
- Edmund. I hope, for my
brother's justification, he wrote this but as
an essay or taste of my
- Earl of Gloucester. [reads] 'This policy and reverence of age makes the world
bitter to the best of our times; keeps our
fortunes from us
till our oldness cannot relish them. I begin to find an
and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways,
as it hath power, but as it is suffer'd. Come to me, that
of this I may
speak more. If our father would sleep till I 385
wak'd him, you should enjoy half his revenue for
ever, and live
the beloved of your brother,
Conspiracy? 'Sleep till I wak'd him, you should enjoy half
his revenue.' My
son Edgar! Had he a hand to write this? a heart 390
and brain to breed it in? When came this to you?
Who brought it?
- Edmund. It was not brought
me, my lord: there's the cunning of it. I
found it thrown in at the casement
of my closet.
- Earl of Gloucester. You know
the character to be your brother's?
- Edmund. If the matter were
good, my lord, I durst swear it were his; 395
but in respect of that, I would fain think it
- Earl of Gloucester. It is
- Edmund. It is his hand, my
lord; but I hope his heart is not in the
- Earl of Gloucester. Hath he
never before sounded you in this business? 400
- Edmund. Never, my lord. But
I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit
that, sons at perfect age, and
fathers declining, the father
should be as ward to the son, and the son
manage his revenue.
- Earl of Gloucester. O
villain, villain! His very opinion in the letter! Abhorred
Unnatural, detested, brutish villain! worse than 405
brutish! Go, sirrah, seek him. I'll apprehend
villain! Where is he?
- Edmund. I do not well know,
my lord. If it shall please you to suspend
your indignation against my
brother till you can derive from him
better testimony of his intent, you
should run a certain course; 410
where, if you
violently proceed against him, mistaking his
purpose, it would make a great
gap in your own honour and shake
in pieces the heart of his obedience. I
dare pawn down my life
for him that he hath writ this to feel my affection
honour, and to no other pretence of danger. 415
- Earl of Gloucester. Think
- Edmund. If your honour judge
it meet, I will place you where you shall
hear us confer of this and by an
auricular assurance have your
satisfaction, and that without any further
delay than this very
- Earl of Gloucester. He
cannot be such a monster.
- Edmund. Nor is not, sure.
- Earl of Gloucester. To his
father, that so tenderly and entirely loves him.
Heaven and earth! Edmund,
seek him out; wind me into him, I pray
you; frame the business after your
own wisdom. I would unstate 425
myself to be
in a due resolution.
- Edmund. I will seek him,
sir, presently; convey the business as I
shall find means, and acquaint you
- Earl of Gloucester. These
late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to
us. Though the wisdom
of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet 430
nature finds itself scourg'd by the sequent
effects. Love cools,
friendship falls off, brothers divide. In cities,
countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond crack'd
'twixt son and father. This villain of mine comes under the
there's son against father: the King falls from bias 435
of nature; there's father against child. We have
seen the best
of our time. Machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all
ruinous disorders follow us disquietly to our graves. Find out
villain, Edmund; it shall lose thee nothing; do it
carefully. And the noble
and true-hearted Kent banish'd! his 440
offence, honesty! 'Tis strange. Exit.
- Edmund. This is the
excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are
sick in fortune, often the
surfeit of our own behaviour, we make
guilty of our disasters the sun, the
moon, and the stars; as if
we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly
knaves, thieves, and treachers
by spherical pre-dominance;
drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforc'd
planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine
thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay
goatish disposition to the charge of a star! My father 450
compounded with my mother under the Dragon's
Tail, and my
nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough
lecherous. Fut! I should have been that I am, had the
star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.
and pat! he comes,
like the catastrophe of the old comedy. My
cue is villainous melancholy,
with a sigh like Tom o' Bedlam.
O, these eclipses do portend these
divisions! Fa, sol, la, mi.
- Edgar. How now, brother
Edmund? What serious contemplation are you 460
- Edmund. I am thinking,
brother, of a prediction I read this other day,
what should follow these
- Edgar. Do you busy yourself
- Edmund. I promise you, the
effects he writes of succeed unhappily: as 465
of unnaturalness between the child and the
dearth, dissolutions of ancient amities; divisions in state,
menaces and maledictions against king and nobles; needless
banishment of friends, dissipation of cohorts,
nuptial breaches, and I know
not what. 470
- Edgar. How long have you
been a sectary astronomical?
- Edmund. Come, come! When saw
you my father last?
- Edgar. The night gone by.
- Edmund. Spake you with him?
- Edgar. Ay, two hours
- Edmund. Parted you in good
terms? Found you no displeasure in him by
word or countenance
- Edmund. Bethink yourself
wherein you may have offended him; and at my
entreaty forbear his presence
until some little time hath 480
heat of his displeasure, which at this instant so
rageth in him that with
the mischief of your person it would
- Edgar. Some villain hath
done me wrong.
- Edmund. That's my fear. I
pray you have a continent forbearance till 485
the speed of his rage goes slower; and, as I
say, retire with me
to my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to
lord speak. Pray ye, go! There's my key. If you do stir abroad,
- Edgar. Arm'd, brother? 490
- Edmund. Brother, I advise
you to the best. Go arm'd. I am no honest man
if there be any good meaning
toward you. I have told you what I
have seen and heard; but faintly, nothing
like the image and
horror of it. Pray you, away!
- Edgar. Shall I hear from you
- Edmund. I do serve you in
A credulous father! and a brother
Whose nature is so far from doing harms
That he suspects none; on
whose foolish honesty 500
My practices ride
easy! I see the business.
Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit;
All with me's meet that I can fashion fit. Exit.
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Act I, Scene 3
The Duke of Albanyís
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Enter Goneril and [her] Steward [Oswald].
- Goneril. Did my father
strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool? 505
- Goneril. By day and night,
he wrongs me! Every hour
He flashes into one gross crime or other
sets us all at odds. I'll not endure it.
His knights grow riotous, and
himself upbraids us 510
On every trifle. When
he returns from hunting,
I will not speak with him. Say I am sick.
you come slack of former services,
You shall do well; the fault of it I'll
- Oswald. He's coming, madam;
I hear him.
- Goneril. Put on what weary
negligence you please,
You and your fellows. I'd have it come to question.
If he distaste it, let him to our sister,
Whose mind and mine I know in
that are one, 520
Not to be overrul'd. Idle
That still would manage those authorities
That he hath given
away! Now, by my life,
Old fools are babes again, and must be us'd
checks as flatteries, when they are seen abus'd. 525
Remember what I have said.
- Oswald. Very well, madam.
- Goneril. And let his knights
have colder looks among you.
What grows of it, no matter. Advise your
I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall, 530
That I may speak. I'll write straight to my
To hold my very course. Prepare for dinner.
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Act I, Scene 4
The Duke of Albanyís
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Enter Kent, [disguised].
- Earl of Kent. If but as well
I other accents borrow, 535
That can my speech
defuse, my good intent
May carry through itself to that full issue
which I raz'd my likeness. Now, banish'd Kent,
If thou canst serve where
thou dost stand condemn'd,
So may it come, thy master, whom thou lov'st,
Shall find thee full of labours.
within. Enter Lear, [Knights,] and Attendants.
- Lear. Let me not stay a jot
for dinner; go get it ready. [Exit
an Attendant.] How now? What art
- Earl of Kent. A man, sir.
- Lear. What dost thou
profess? What wouldst thou with us?
- Earl of Kent. I do profess
to be no less than I seem, to serve him truly
that will put me in trust, to
love him that is honest, to
converse with him that is wise and says little,
judgment, to fight when I cannot choose, and to eat no fish. 550
- Earl of Kent. A very
honest-hearted fellow, and as poor as the King.
- Lear. If thou be'st as poor
for a subject as he's for a king, thou
art poor enough. What wouldst thou?
- Earl of Kent. Service. 555
- Lear. Who wouldst thou
- Lear. Dost thou know me,
- Earl of Kent. No, sir; but
you have that in your countenance which I would
fain call master. 560
- Lear. What services canst
- Earl of Kent. I can keep
honest counsel, ride, run, mar a curious tale in
telling it and deliver a
plain message bluntly. That which 565
men are fit for, I am qualified in, and the best of me
- Earl of Kent. Not so young,
sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to
dote on her for anything. I
have years on my back forty-eight. 570
- Lear. Follow me; thou shalt
serve me. If I like thee no worse after
dinner, I will not part from thee
yet. Dinner, ho, dinner!
Where's my knave? my fool? Go you and call my fool
[Exit an attendant.]
[Enter [Oswald the]
You, you, sirrah, where's my
- Oswald. So please you- Exit.
- Lear. What says the fellow
there? Call the clotpoll back.
[Exit a Knight.] Where's my fool, ho?
I think the world's
How now? Where's that mongrel?
- Knight. He says, my lord,
your daughter is not well.
- Lear. Why came not the slave
back to me when I call'd him?
- Knight. Sir, he answered me
in the roundest manner, he would not. 585
- Knight. My lord, I know not
what the matter is; but to my judgment
your Highness is not entertain'd with
that ceremonious affection
as you were wont. There's a great abatement of
as well in the general dependants as in the Duke himself
and your daughter.
- Lear. Ha! say'st thou so?
- Knight. I beseech you pardon
me, my lord, if I be mistaken; for
my duty cannot be silent when I think
your Highness wrong'd.
- Lear. Thou but rememb'rest
me of mine own conception. I have 595
perceived a most faint neglect of late, which I
blamed as mine own jealous curiosity than as a very pretence
and purpose of unkindness. I will look further into't. But
fool? I have not seen him this two days.
- Knight. Since my young
lady's going into France, sir, the fool 600
hath much pined away.
- Lear. No more of that; I
have noted it well. Go you and tell my
daughter I would speak with her.
[Exit Knight.] Go you, call
hither my fool.
O, you, sir, you! Come you hither, sir. Who am I,
- Oswald. My lady's father.
- Lear. 'My lady's father'? My
lord's knave! You whoreson dog! you
slave! you cur! 610
- Oswald. I am none of these,
my lord; I beseech your pardon.
- Lear. Do you bandy looks
with me, you rascal?
- Oswald. I'll not be
strucken, my lord.
- Earl of Kent. Nor tripp'd
neither, you base football player? 615
[Trips up his heels.
- Lear. I thank thee, fellow.
Thou serv'st me, and I'll love thee.
- Earl of Kent. Come, sir,
arise, away! I'll teach you differences. Away,
away! If you will measure
your lubber's length again, tarry; but
away! Go to! Have you wisdom? So.
[Pushes him out.]
- Lear. Now, my friendly
knave, I thank thee. There's earnest of thy
service. [Gives money.]
- Fool. Let me hire him too.
Here's my coxcomb. 625
[Offers Kent his cap.]
- Lear. How now, my pretty
knave? How dost thou?
- Fool. Sirrah, you were best
take my coxcomb.
- Fool. Why? For taking one's
part that's out of favour. Nay, an thou 630
canst not smile as the wind sits, thou'lt catch
There, take my coxcomb! Why, this fellow hath banish'd two
daughters, and did the third a blessing against his will. If
follow him, thou must needs wear my coxcomb.- How now,
nuncle? Would I had
two coxcombs and two daughters! 635
- Fool. If I gave them all my
living, I'ld keep my coxcombs myself.
There's mine! beg another of thy
- Lear. Take heed, sirrah- the
- Fool. Truth's a dog must to
kennel; he must be whipp'd out, when 640
the brach may stand by th' fire and stink.
- Lear. A pestilent gall to
- Fool. Sirrah, I'll teach
thee a speech.
- Fool. Mark it, nuncle. 645
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than
Lend less than thou owest,
Ride more than thou goest,
Learn more than thou trowest, 650
than thou throwest;
Leave thy drink and thy whore,
And keep in-a-door,
And thou shalt have more
Than two tens to a score. 655
- Earl of Kent. This is
- Fool. Then 'tis like the
breath of an unfeed lawyer- you gave me
nothing for't. Can you make no use
of nothing, nuncle?
- Lear. Why, no, boy. Nothing
can be made out of nothing.
- Fool. [to Kent]
Prithee tell him, so much the rent of his land 660
comes to. He will not believe a fool.
- Fool. Dost thou know the
difference, my boy, between a bitter
fool and a sweet fool?
- Lear. No, lad; teach me.
- Fool. That lord that
To give away thy land,
Come place him here by me-
thou for him stand.
The sweet and bitter fool 670
Will presently appear;
The one in motley
The other found out there.
- Lear. Dost thou call me
- Fool. All thy other titles
thou hast given away; that thou wast 675
- Earl of Kent. This is not
altogether fool, my lord.
- Fool. No, faith; lords and
great men will not let me. If I had a
monopoly out, they would have part
on't. And ladies too, they
will not let me have all the fool to myself;
they'll be 680
snatching. Give me an egg,
nuncle, and I'll give thee two
- Lear. What two crowns shall
- Fool. Why, after I have cut
the egg i' th' middle and eat up the
meat, the two crowns of the egg. When
thou clovest thy crown i' 685
th' middle and
gav'st away both parts, thou bor'st thine ass on
thy back o'er the dirt.
Thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown
when thou gav'st thy golden one
away. If I speak like myself in
this, let him be whipp'd that first finds it
[Sings] Fools had ne'er less grace in a year, 690
For wise men are grown foppish;
not how their wits to wear,
Their manners are so apish.
- Lear. When were you wont to
be so full of songs, sirrah?
- Fool. I have us'd it,
nuncle, ever since thou mad'st thy daughters 695
thy mother; for when thou gav'st them the rod,
and put'st down
thine own breeches,
[Sings] Then they for sudden
joy did weep,
And I for sorrow sung,
That such a king should play
And go the fools among.
Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to
would fain learn to lie.
- Lear. An you lie, sirrah,
we'll have you whipp'd.
- Fool. I marvel what kin thou
and thy daughters are. They'll have me 705
whipp'd for speaking true; thou'lt have me
whipp'd for lying;
and sometimes I am whipp'd for holding my peace. I had
any kind o' thing than a fool! And yet I would not be thee,
nuncle. Thou hast pared thy wit o' both sides and left nothing
middle. Here comes one o' the parings. 710
- Lear. How now, daughter?
What makes that frontlet on? Methinks you
are too much o' late i' th' frown.
- Fool. Thou wast a pretty
fellow when thou hadst no need to care for
her frowning. Now thou art an O
without a figure. I am better 715
art now: I am a fool, thou art nothing.
[To Goneril] Yes, forsooth, I
will hold my tongue. So your face
bids me, though you say nothing. Mum, mum!
He that keeps nor crust nor crum,
Weary of all, shall want some.- 720
[Points at Lear] That's a sheal'd
- Goneril. Not only, sir, this
your all-licens'd fool,
But other of your insolent retinue
carp and quarrel, breaking forth
In rank and not-to-be-endured riots. Sir,
I had thought, by making this well known
To have found a safe redress, but now grow fearful,
yourself, too, late have spoke and done,
That you protect this course, and
put it on
By your allowance; which if you should, the fault 730
Would not scape censure, nor the redresses
Which, in the tender of a wholesome weal,
Might in their working
do you that offence
Which else were shame, that then necessity
discreet proceeding. 735
- Fool. For you know, nuncle,
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long
That it had it head bit off by
So out went the candle, and we were left darkling.
- Lear. Are you our daughter?
- Goneril. Come, sir,
would you would make use of that good wisdom
Whereof I know you are fraught,
and put away
These dispositions that of late transform you
From what you
rightly are. 745
- Fool. May not an ass know
when the cart draws the horse?
Whoop, Jug, I love thee!
- Lear. Doth any here know me?
This is not Lear.
Doth Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes?
Either his notion weakens, his discernings 750
Are lethargied- Ha! waking? 'Tis not so!
is it that can tell me who I am?
- Lear. I would learn that;
for, by the marks of sovereignty,
Knowledge, and reason, I should be false
I had daughters.
- Fool. Which they will make
an obedient father.
- Lear. Your name, fair
- Goneril. This admiration,
sir, is much o' th' savour
Of other your new pranks. I do beseech you 760
To understand my purposes aright.
As you are
old and reverend, you should be wise.
Here do you keep a hundred knights and
Men so disorder'd, so debosh'd, and bold
That this our court,
infected with their manners, 765
Shows like a
riotous inn. Epicurism and lust
Make it more like a tavern or a brothel
Than a grac'd palace. The shame itself doth speak
For instant remedy. Be
By her that else will take the thing she begs 770
A little to disquantity your train,
remainder that shall still depend
To be such men as may besort your age,
Which know themselves, and you.
- Lear. Darkness and devils!
Saddle my horses! Call my train together!
Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble thee;
Yet have I left a daughter.
- Goneril. You strike my
people, and your disorder'd rabble
Make servants of their betters. 780
- Lear. Woe that too late
repents!- O, sir, are you come?
Is it your will? Speak, sir!- Prepare my
Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous when thou
show'st thee in a child 785
- Duke of Albany. Pray, sir,
- Lear. [to Goneril]
Detested kite, thou liest!
My train are men of choice and rarest parts,
That all particulars of duty know 790
in the most exact regard support
The worships of their name.- O most small
How ugly didst thou in Cordelia show!
Which, like an engine,
wrench'd my frame of nature
From the fix'd place; drew from my heart all
And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear,
Beat at this gate that let thy folly in [Strikes his head.]
And thy dear judgment out! Go, go, my people.
- Duke of Albany. My lord, I
am guiltless, as I am ignorant
Of what hath mov'd you. 800
- Lear. It may be so, my lord.
Hear, Nature, hear! dear goddess, hear!
Suspend thy purpose, if thou
To make this creature fruitful.
Into her womb convey
Dry up in her the organs of
And from her derogate body never spring
A babe to honour her!
If she must teem,
Create her child of spleen, that it may live
And be a
thwart disnatur'd torment to her. 810
stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
With cadent tears fret channels in her
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and
contempt, that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is 815
To have a thankless child! Away, away! Exit.
- Duke of Albany. Now, gods
that we adore, whereof comes this?
- Goneril. Never afflict
yourself to know the cause;
But let his disposition have that scope
dotage gives it. 820
- Lear. What, fifty of my
followers at a clap?
Within a fortnight?
- Duke of Albany. What's the
- Lear. I'll tell thee. [To
Goneril] Life and death! I am asham'd 825
That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus;
That these hot tears, which break from me perforce,
Should make thee
worth them. Blasts and fogs upon thee!
Th' untented woundings of a father's
Pierce every sense about thee!- Old fond eyes, 830
Beweep this cause again, I'll pluck ye out,
And cast you, with the waters that you lose,
To temper clay. Yea, is it
come to this?
Let it be so. Yet have I left a daughter,
Who I am sure is
kind and comfortable. 835
When she shall hear
this of thee, with her nails
She'll flay thy wolvish visage. Thou shalt find
That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think
I have cast off for
ever; thou shalt, I warrant thee.
Exeunt [Lear, Kent, and Attendants].
- Goneril. Do you mark that,
- Duke of Albany. I cannot be
so partial, Goneril,
To the great love I bear youó
- Goneril. Pray you, content.-
What, Oswald, ho!
[To the Fool] You, sir, more knave than fool, after
your master! 845
- Fool. Nuncle Lear, nuncle
Lear, tarry! Take the fool with thee.
A fox when one has caught her,
such a daughter,
Should sure to the slaughter,
If my cap would buy a
So the fool follows after. Exit.
- Goneril. This man hath had
good counsel! A hundred knights?
'Tis politic and safe to let him keep
At point a hundred knights; yes, that on every dream,
Each buzz, each
fancy, each complaint, dislike, 855
enguard his dotage with their pow'rs
And hold our lives in mercy.- Oswald, I
- Duke of Albany. Well, you
may fear too far.
- Goneril. Safer than trust
Let me still take away the harms I fear, 860
Not fear still to be taken. I know his heart.
What he hath utter'd I have writ my sister.
If she sustain him and his
When I have show'd th' unfitness- [Enter [Oswald
How now, Oswald? 865
What, have you writ that letter to my sister?
- Goneril. Take you some
company, and away to horse!
Inform her full of my particular fear,
thereto add such reasons of your own 870
may compact it more. Get you gone,
And hasten your return. [Exit
Oswald.] No, no, my lord!
This milky gentleness and course of yours,
Though I condemn it not, yet, under pardon,
You are much more at task
for want of wisdom 875
Than prais'd for
- Duke of Albany. How far your
eyes may pierce I cannot tell.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
- Duke of Albany. Well, well;
th' event. Exeunt. 880
||† † †
Act I, Scene 5
Court before the Duke of
Albanyís Palace. Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool.
|† † †
- Lear. Go you before to
Gloucester with these letters. Acquaint my
daughter no further with anything
you know than comes from her
demand out of the letter. If your diligence be
not speedy, I
shall be there afore you.
- Earl of Kent. I will not
sleep, my lord, till I have delivered your letter. Exit. 885
- Fool. If a man's brains were
in's heels, were't not in danger of
- Fool. Then I prithee be
merry. Thy wit shall ne'er go slip-shod.
- Fool. Shalt see thy other
daughter will use thee kindly; for though
she's as like this as a crab's
like an apple, yet I can tell
what I can tell.
- Lear. What canst tell, boy?
- Fool. She'll taste as like
this as a crab does to a crab. Thou 895
tell why one's nose stands i' th' middle on's face?
- Fool. Why, to keep one's
eyes of either side's nose, that what a
man cannot smell out, 'a may spy
- Lear. I did her wrong. 900
- Fool. Canst tell how an
oyster makes his shell?
- Fool. Nor I neither; but I
can tell why a snail has a house.
- Fool. Why, to put's head in;
not to give it away to his daughters, 905
leave his horns without a case.
- Lear. I will forget my
nature. So kind a father!- Be my horses
- Fool. Thy asses are gone
about 'em. The reason why the seven stars
are no moe than seven is a pretty
- Lear. Because they are not
- Fool. Yes indeed. Thou
wouldst make a good fool.
- Lear. To tak't again
perforce! Monster ingratitude!
- Fool. If thou wert my fool,
nuncle, I'ld have thee beaten for being
old before thy time. 915
- Fool. Thou shouldst not have
been old till thou hadst been wise.
- Lear. O, let me not be mad,
not mad, sweet heaven!
Keep me in temper; I would not be mad! [Enter a
How now? Are the horses ready? 920
- Gentleman. Ready, my lord.
- Fool. She that's a maid now,
and laughs at my departure,
Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut
||† † †
Act II, Scene 1
A court within the Castle
of the Earl of Gloucester.
|† † †
Enter [Edmund the] Bastard and Curan, meeting.
- Edmund. Save thee, Curan.
- Curan. And you, sir. I have
been with your father, and given him
notice that the Duke of Cornwall and
Regan his Duchess will be
here with him this night. 930
- Curan. Nay, I know not. You
have heard of the news abroad- I mean the
whisper'd ones, for they are yet
but ear-kissing arguments?
- Edmund. Not I. Pray you,
what are they?
- Curan. Have you heard of no
likely wars toward 'twixt the two Dukes 935
Cornwall and Albany?
- Curan. You may do, then, in
time. Fare you well, sir. Exit.
- Edmund. The Duke be here
to-night? The better! best!
This weaves itself perforce into my business.
My father hath set guard to take my
And I have one thing, of a queasy question,
Which I must act.
Briefness and fortune, work!
Brother, a word! Descend! Brother, I say!
[Enter Edgar.] 945
watches. O sir, fly this place!
Intelligence is given where you are hid.
You have now the good advantage of the night.
Have you not spoken
'gainst the Duke of Cornwall?
He's coming hither; now, i' th' night, i' th'
And Regan with him. Have you
Upon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany?
- Edgar. I am sure on't, not a
- Edmund. I hear my father
coming. Pardon me! 955
In cunning I must draw
my sword upon you.
Draw, seem to defend yourself; now quit you well.-
Yield! Come before my father. Light, ho, here!
Fly, brother.- Torches,
torches!- So farewell.
[Exit Edgar.] 960
Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion
Of my more fierce endeavour. [Stabs his arm.] I have seen
Do more than this in sport.- Father, father!-
No help? 965
Enter Gloucester, and Servants with torches.
- Earl of Gloucester. Now,
Edmund, where's the villain?
- Edmund. Here stood he in the
dark, his sharp sword out,
Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon
To stand 's auspicious mistress. 970
- Earl of Gloucester. But
where is he?
- Edmund. Look, sir, I bleed.
- Earl of Gloucester. Where is
the villain, Edmund?
- Edmund. Fled this way, sir.
When by no means he could-
- Earl of Gloucester. Pursue
him, ho! Go after. [Exeunt some Servants]. 975
By no means what?
- Edmund. Persuade me to the
murther of your lordship;
But that I told him the revenging gods
parricides did all their thunders bend;
Spoke with how manifold and strong a
The child was bound to th' father-
sir, in fine,
Seeing how loathly opposite I stood
To his unnatural
purpose, in fell motion
With his prepared sword he charges home
unprovided body, lanch'd mine arm; 985
when he saw my best alarum'd spirits,
Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to
Or whether gasted by the noise I made,
Full suddenly he
- Earl of Gloucester. Let him
fly far. 990
Not in this land shall he remain
And found- dispatch. The noble Duke my master,
My worthy arch
and patron, comes to-night.
By his authority I will proclaim it
which find, him shall deserve our thanks, 995
Bringing the murderous caitiff to the stake;
He that conceals him, death.
- Edmund. When I dissuaded him
from his intent
And found him pight to do it, with curst speech
threaten'd to discover him. He replied, 1000
'Thou unpossessing bastard, dost thou think,
If I would stand against thee, would the reposal
Of any trust, virtue,
or worth in thee
Make thy words faith'd? No. What I should deny
I would; ay, though thou didst produce 1005
very character), I'ld turn it all
To thy suggestion, plot, and damned
And thou must make a dullard of the world,
If they not thought
the profits of my death
Were very pregnant and potential spurs 1010
To make thee seek it.'
- Earl of Gloucester. Strong
and fast'ned villain!
Would he deny his letter? I never got him.
Hark, the Duke's trumpets! I know not why he
All ports I'll bar; the villain
shall not scape;
The Duke must grant me that. Besides, his picture
will send far and near, that all the kingdom
May have due note of him, and
of my land,
Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means 1020
To make thee capable.
Enter Cornwall, Regan, and Attendants.
- Duke of Cornwall. How now,
my noble friend? Since I came hither
(Which I can call but now) I have heard
- Regan. If it be true, all
vengeance comes too short 1025
pursue th' offender. How dost, my lord?
- Earl of Gloucester. O
madam, my old heart is crack'd, it's crack'd!
- Regan. What, did my
father's godson seek your life?
He whom my father nam'd? Your Edgar?
- Earl of Gloucester. O lady,
lady, shame would have it hid! 1030
- Regan. Was he not companion
with the riotous knights
That tend upon my father?
- Earl of Gloucester. I know
not, madam. 'Tis too bad, too bad!
- Edmund. Yes, madam, he was
of that consort.
- Regan. No marvel then
though he were ill affected. 1035
have put him on the old man's death,
To have th' expense and waste of his
I have this present evening from my sister
Been well inform'd
of them, and with such cautions
That, if they come to sojourn at my house,
I'll not be there.
- Duke of Cornwall. Nor I,
assure thee, Regan.
Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father
- Edmund. 'Twas my duty, sir.
- Earl of Gloucester. He did
bewray his practice, and receiv'd
This hurt you see, striving to apprehend
- Duke of Cornwall. Is he
- Earl of Gloucester. Ay, my
- Duke of Cornwall. If he be
taken, he shall never more 1050
Be fear'd of
doing harm. Make your own purpose,
How in my strength you please. For you,
Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant
So much commend
itself, you shall be ours.
Natures of such deep trust we shall much need;
You we first seize on.
- Edmund. I shall serve you,
Truly, however else.
- Earl of Gloucester. For him
I thank your Grace.
- Duke of Cornwall. You know
not why we came to visit you- 1060
- Regan. Thus out of season,
threading dark-ey'd night.
Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise,
Wherein we must have use of your advice.
Our father he hath writ, so
hath our sister,
Of differences, which I best thought it fit 1065
To answer from our home. The several messengers
From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend,
Lay comforts to your
bosom, and bestow
Your needful counsel to our business,
Which craves the
instant use. 1070
- Earl of Gloucester. I serve
Your Graces are right welcome.
||† † †
Act II, Scene 2
|† † †
Enter Kent and [Oswald the] Steward,
- Oswald. Good dawning to
thee, friend. Art of this house? 1075
- Oswald. Where may we set
- Earl of Kent. I' th' mire.
- Oswald. Prithee, if thou
lov'st me, tell me.
- Earl of Kent. I love thee
- Oswald. Why then, I care
not for thee.
- Earl of Kent. If I had thee
in Lipsbury Pinfold, I would make thee care for
- Oswald. Why dost thou use
me thus? I know thee not.
- Earl of Kent. Fellow, I
know thee. 1085
- Oswald. What dost thou know
- Earl of Kent. A knave; a
rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud,
three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy,
worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd,
glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that
wouldst be a bawd in way of
good service, and art nothing but the
composition of a knave,
beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a
one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deny the
least syllable of thy addition. 1095
- Oswald. Why, what a
monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one
that's neither known of thee
nor knows thee!
- Earl of Kent. What a
brazen-fac'd varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me!
Is it two days ago
since I beat thee and tripp'd up thy heels
before the King? [Draws his
sword.] Draw, you rogue! for, though 1100
it be night, yet the moon shines. I'll make a
sop o' th'
moonshine o' you. Draw, you whoreson cullionly barbermonger!
- Oswald. Away! I have
nothing to do with thee.
- Earl of Kent. Draw, you
rascal! You come with letters against the King, and 1105
take Vanity the puppet's part against the
royalty of her father.
Draw, you rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks!
rascal! Come your ways!
- Oswald. Help, ho! murther!
- Earl of Kent. Strike, you
slave! Stand, rogue! Stand, you neat slave! 1110
Strike! [Beats him.]
- Oswald. Help, ho! murther!
Enter Edmund, with his rapier drawn,
Gloucester, Cornwall, Regan, Servants.
- Edmund. How now? What's the
matter? Parts [them].
- Earl of Kent. With you,
goodman boy, an you please! Come, I'll flesh ye! 1115
Come on, young master!
- Earl of Gloucester. Weapons? arms? What's the matter here?
- Duke of Cornwall. Keep
peace, upon your lives!
He dies that strikes again. What is the matter?
- Regan. The messengers from
our sister and the King 1120
- Duke of Cornwall. What is
your difference? Speak.
- Oswald. I am scarce in
breath, my lord.
- Earl of Kent. No marvel,
you have so bestirr'd your valour. You cowardly
rascal, nature disclaims in
thee; a tailor made thee.
- Duke of Cornwall. Thou art
a strange fellow. A tailor make a man? 1125
- Earl of Kent. Ay, a tailor,
sir. A stonecutter or a painter could not have
made him so ill, though he
had been but two hours at the trade.
- Duke of Cornwall. Speak
yet, how grew your quarrel?
- Oswald. This ancient
ruffian, sir, whose life I have spar'd
At suit of his grey beard- 1130
- Earl of Kent. Thou whoreson
zed! thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if
you'll give me leave, I will tread
this unbolted villain into
mortar and daub the walls of a jakes with him.
'Spare my grey
beard,' you wagtail?
- Duke of Cornwall. Peace,
You beastly knave, know you no
- Earl of Kent. Yes, sir, but
anger hath a privilege.
- Duke of Cornwall. Why art
- Earl of Kent. That such a
slave as this should wear a sword,
Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues
as these, 1140
Like rats, oft bite the holy
Which are too intrinse t' unloose; smooth every passion
That in the natures of their lords rebel,
Bring oil to fire, snow to
their colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks 1145
With every gale and vary of their masters,
Knowing naught (like dogs) but following.
A plague upon your epileptic
Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool?
Goose, an I had you
upon Sarum Plain, 1150
I'ld drive ye cackling
home to Camelot.
- Duke of Cornwall. What, art
thou mad, old fellow?
- Earl of Gloucester. How
fell you out? Say that.
- Earl of Kent. No contraries
hold more antipathy
Than I and such a knave. 1155
- Duke of Cornwall. Why dost
thou call him knave? What is his fault?
- Earl of Kent. His
countenance likes me not.
- Duke of Cornwall. No more
perchance does mine, or his, or hers.
- Earl of Kent. Sir, 'tis my
occupation to be plain.
I have seen better faces in my time 1160
Than stands on any shoulder that I see
Before me at this instant.
- Duke of Cornwall. This is
Who, having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect
roughness, and constrains the garb 1165
from his nature. He cannot flatter, he!
An honest mind and plain- he must
An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain.
These kind of
knaves I know which in this plainness
Harbour more craft and more corrupter
Than twenty silly-ducking observants
That stretch their duties nicely.
- Earl of Kent. Sir, in good
faith, in sincere verity,
Under th' allowance of your great aspect,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire 1175
On flickering Phoebus' front-
- Duke of Cornwall. What
mean'st by this?
- Earl of Kent. To go out of
my dialect, which you discommend so much. I
know, sir, I am no flatterer. He
that beguil'd you in a plain
accent was a plain knave, which, for my part, I
will not be, 1180
though I should win your
displeasure to entreat me to't.
- Duke of Cornwall. What was
th' offence you gave him?
- Oswald. I never gave him
It pleas'd the King his master very late
To strike at me, upon his
When he, conjunct, and
flattering his displeasure,
Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd
And put upon him such a deal of man
That worthied him, got praises of
For him attempting who was self-subdu'd; 1190
And, in the fleshment of this dread exploit,
Drew on me here again.
- Earl of Kent. None of these
rogues and cowards
But Ajax is their fool.
- Duke of Cornwall. Fetch
forth the stocks! 1195
You stubborn ancient
knave, you reverent braggart,
We'll teach you-
- Earl of Kent. Sir, I am too
old to learn.
Call not your stocks for me. I serve the King;
employment I was sent to you. 1200
do small respect, show too bold malice
Against the grace and person of my
Stocking his messenger.
- Duke of Cornwall. Fetch
forth the stocks! As I have life and honour,
There shall he sit till noon.
- Regan. Till noon? Till
night, my lord, and all night too!
- Earl of Kent. Why, madam,
if I were your father's dog,
You should not use me so.
- Regan. Sir, being his
knave, I will.
- Duke of Cornwall. This is a
fellow of the selfsame colour 1210
speaks of. Come, bring away the stocks!
Stocks brought out.
- Earl of Gloucester. Let me
beseech your Grace not to do so.
His fault is much, and the good King his
Will check him for't. Your purpos'd low correction 1215
Is such as basest and contemn'dest wretches
For pilf'rings and most common trespasses
Are punish'd with. The King
must take it ill
That he, so slightly valued in his messenger,
have him thus restrain'd. 1220
- Duke of Cornwall. I'll
- Regan. My sister may
receive it much more worse,
To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted,
following her affairs. Put in his legs.-
[Kent is put in the stocks.]
Come, my good lord, away.
Exeunt [all but Gloucester and Kent].
- Earl of Gloucester. I am
sorry for thee, friend. 'Tis the Duke's pleasure,
Whose disposition, all the
world well knows,
Will not be rubb'd nor stopp'd. I'll entreat for thee.
- Earl of Kent. Pray do not,
sir. I have watch'd and travell'd hard.
Some time I shall sleep out, the
rest I'll whistle.
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels.
- Earl of Gloucester. The
Duke 's to blame in this; 'twill be ill taken. Exit. 1235
- Earl of Kent. Good King,
that must approve the common saw,
Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st
To the warm sun!
Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,
thy comfortable beams I may 1240
letter. Nothing almost sees miracles
But misery. I know 'tis from Cordelia,
Who hath most fortunately been inform'd
Of my obscured course- and
[reads] 'shall find time
From this enormous state, seeking to give
Losses their remedies'- All weary and
Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.
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Act II, Scene 3
|† † †
- Edgar. I heard myself
And by the happy hollow of a tree
Escap'd the hunt. No port
is free, no place
That guard and most unusual vigilance 1255
Does not attend my taking. Whiles I may scape,
I will preserve myself; and am bethought
To take the basest and most
That ever penury, in contempt of man,
Brought near to
beast. My face I'll grime with filth, 1260
Blanket my loins, elf all my hair in knots,
And with presented nakedness outface
The winds and persecutions of the
The country gives me proof and precedent
Of Bedlam beggars, who,
with roaring voices, 1265
Strike in their
numb'd and mortified bare arms
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of
And with this horrible object, from low farms,
villages, sheepcotes, and mills,
Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with
Enforce their charity. 'Poor
Turlygod! poor Tom!'
That's something yet! Edgar I nothing am. Exit.
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Act II, Scene 4
Before Gloucesterís Castle;
Kent in the stocks.
|† † †
Enter Lear, Fool, and Gentleman.
- Lear. 'Tis strange that
they should so depart from home,
And not send back my messenger. 1275
- Gentleman. As I learn'd,
The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.
- Earl of Kent. Hail to thee,
- Lear. Ha! 1280
Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime?
- Earl of Kent. No, my lord.
- Fool. Ha, ha! look! he
wears cruel garters. Horses are tied by the
head, dogs and bears by th'
neck, monkeys by th' loins, and men
by th' legs. When a man's over-lusty at
legs, then he wears 1285
- Lear. What's he that hath
so much thy place mistook
To set thee here?
- Earl of Kent. It is both he
Your son and daughter. 1290
- Lear. No, no, they would
- Earl of Kent. Yes, they
- Lear. By Jupiter, I swear
- Earl of Kent. By Juno, I
- Lear. They durst not do't;
They would not, could not do't. 'Tis worse than murther 1300
To do upon respect such violent outrage.
Resolve me with all modest haste which way
Thou mightst deserve or they
impose this usage,
Coming from us.
- Earl of Kent. My lord, when
at their home 1305
I did commend your
Highness' letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that show'd
duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
Stew'd in his haste, half
breathless, panting forth
From Goneril his mistress salutations; 1310
Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,
Which presently they read; on whose contents,
They summon'd up their
meiny, straight took horse,
Commanded me to follow and attend
leisure of their answer, gave me cold looks, 1315
And meeting here the other messenger,
welcome I perceiv'd had poison'd mine-
Being the very fellow which of late
Display'd so saucily against your Highness-
Having more man than wit
about me, drew. 1320
He rais'd the house with
loud and coward cries.
Your son and daughter found this trespass worth
The shame which here it suffers.
- Fool. Winter's not gone
yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
Fathers that wear rags 1325
Do make their children blind;
that bear bags
Shall see their children kind.
Fortune, that arrant
Ne'er turns the key to th' poor. 1330
But for all this, thou shalt have as many
dolours for thy
daughters as thou canst tell in a year.
- Lear. O, how this mother
swells up toward my heart!
Hysterica passio! Down, thou climbing sorrow!
Thy element's below! Where is this daughter? 1335
- Earl of Kent. With the
Earl, sir, here within.
- Lear. Follow me not;
Stay here. Exit.
- Gentleman. Made you no more
offence but what you speak of?
- Earl of Kent. None. 1340
How chance the King comes with so small a
- Fool. An thou hadst been
set i' th' stocks for that question,
thou'dst well deserv'd it.
- Fool. We'll set thee to
school to an ant, to teach thee there's no 1345
labouring i' th' winter. All that follow their
noses are led by
their eyes but blind men, and there's not a nose among
but can smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold when a great
wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following
the great one that goes upward, let him draw thee after. 1350
When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give
me mine again. I
would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives
That sir which serves and seeks for gain,
And follows but for form,
Will pack when it begins to rain 1355
leave thee in the storm.
But I will tarry; the fool will stay,
the wise man fly.
The knave turns fool that runs away;
The fool no
knave, perdy. 1360
- Earl of Kent. Where learn'd
you this, fool?
- Fool. Not i' th' stocks,
Enter Lear and Gloucester
- Lear. Deny to speak with
me? They are sick? they are weary?
They have travell'd all the night? Mere
The images of revolt and flying
Fetch me a better answer.
- Earl of Gloucester. My dear
You know the fiery quality of the Duke,
How unremovable and fix'd
he is 1370
In his own course.
- Lear. Vengeance! plague!
Fiery? What quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.
- Earl of Gloucester. Well,
my good lord, I have inform'd them so. 1375
- Lear. Inform'd them? Dost
thou understand me, man?
- Earl of Gloucester. Ay, my
- Lear. The King would speak
with Cornwall; the dear father
Would with his daughter speak, commands her
Are they inform'd of this? My breath and blood! 1380
Fiery? the fiery Duke? Tell the hot Duke that-
No, but not yet! May be he is not well.
Infirmity doth still neglect all
Whereto our health is bound. We are not ourselves
being oppress'd, commands the mind 1385
suffer with the body. I'll forbear;
And am fallen out with my more headier
To take the indispos'd and sickly fit
For the sound man.- Death on
my state! Wherefore
Should he sit here? This act persuades me 1390
That this remotion of the Duke and her
practice only. Give me my servant forth.
Go tell the Duke and 's wife I'ld
speak with them-
Now, presently. Bid them come forth and hear me,
their chamber door I'll beat the drum 1395
Till it cry sleep to death.
- Earl of Gloucester. I would
have all well betwixt you. Exit.
- Lear. O me, my heart, my
rising heart! But down!
- Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as
the cockney did to the eels when she
put 'em i' th' paste alive. She knapp'd
'em o' th' coxcombs with 1400
a stick and
cried 'Down, wantons, down!' 'Twas her brother that,
in pure kindness to his
horse, buttered his hay.
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloucester, Servants.
- Lear. Good morrow to you
- Duke of Cornwall. Hail to
your Grace! 1405
Kent here set at liberty.
- Regan. I am glad to see
- Lear. Regan, I think you
are; I know what reason
I have to think so. If thou shouldst not be glad,
I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, 1410
Sepulchring an adultress. [To Kent] O,
are you free?
Some other time for that.- Beloved Regan,
naught. O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture,
[Lays his hand on his heart.] 1415
I can scarce speak to thee. Thou'lt not believe
With how deprav'd a quality- O Regan!
- Regan. I pray you, sir,
take patience. I have hope
You less know how to value her desert
she to scant her duty. 1420
- Regan. I cannot think my
sister in the least
Would fail her obligation. If, sir, perchance
have restrain'd the riots of your followers,
'Tis on such ground, and to
such wholesome end, 1425
As clears her from
- Regan. O, sir, you are old!
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine. You should be
rul'd, and led 1430
By some discretion that
discerns your state
Better than you yourself. Therefore I pray you
to our sister you do make return;
Say you have wrong'd her, sir.
- Lear. Ask her forgiveness?
Do you but mark how this becomes the
'Dear daughter, I confess that I am old. [Kneels.]
unnecessary. On my knees I beg
That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and
- Regan. Good sir, no more!
These are unsightly tricks. 1440
Return you to
- Lear. [rises] Never,
She hath abated me of half my train;
Look'd black upon me; struck
me with her tongue,
Most serpent-like, upon the very heart. 1445
All the stor'd vengeances of heaven fall
her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,
You taking airs, with lameness!
- Duke of Cornwall. Fie, sir,
- Lear. You nimble
lightnings, dart your blinding flames 1450
Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the pow'rful sun,
To fall and blast her
- Regan. O the blest gods! so
will you wish on me
When the rash mood is on. 1455
- Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt
never have my curse.
Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give
to harshness. Her eyes are fierce; but thine
Do comfort, and not burn. 'Tis
not in thee
To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, 1460
To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,
And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
Against my coming in. Thou better
The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
Effects of courtesy,
dues of gratitude. 1465
Thy half o' th'
kingdom hast thou not forgot,
Wherein I thee endow'd.
- Regan. Good sir, to th'
- Lear. Who put my man i' th'
- Duke of Cornwall. What
- Regan. I know't- my
sister's. This approves her letter,
That she would soon be here.
[Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
Is your lady come? 1475
- Lear. This is a slave,
whose easy-borrowed pride
Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
Out, varlet, from my sight!
- Duke of Cornwall. What
means your Grace?
- Lear. Who stock'd my
servant? Regan, I have good hope
Thou didst not know on't.- Who comes here?
If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
if yourselves are old,
Make it your cause! Send down, and take my part!
[To Goneril] Art not asham'd to
look upon this beard?-
O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?
- Goneril. Why not by th'
hand, sir? How have I offended?
All's not offence that indiscretion finds
And dotage terms so. 1490
- Lear. O sides, you are too
Will you yet hold? How came my man i' th' stocks?
- Duke of Cornwall. I set him
there, sir; but his own disorders
Deserv'd much less advancement.
- Regan. I pray you, father,
being weak, seem so.
If, till the expiration of your month,
return and sojourn with my sister,
Dismissing half your train, come then to
I am now from home, and out of that provision 1500
Which shall be needful for your entertainment.
- Lear. Return to her, and
fifty men dismiss'd?
No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
against the enmity o' th' air,
To be a comrade with the wolf and owl- 1505
Necessity's sharp pinch! Return with her?
Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took
Our youngest born, I
could as well be brought
To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg
To keep base life afoot. Return with her? 1510
Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter
To this detested groom. [Points at Oswald.]
- Goneril. At your choice,
- Lear. I prithee, daughter,
do not make me mad.
I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell. 1515
We'll no more meet, no more see one another.
But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;
Or rather a disease
that's in my flesh,
Which I must needs call mine. Thou art a boil,
plague sore, an embossed carbuncle 1520
corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee.
Let shame come when it will, I do
not call it.
I do not bid the Thunder-bearer shoot
Nor tell tales of
thee to high-judging Jove.
Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure;
I can be patient, I can stay with Regan,
I and my hundred knights.
- Regan. Not altogether so.
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided
For your fit welcome. Give
ear, sir, to my sister; 1530
For those that
mingle reason with your passion
Must be content to think you old, and so-
But she knows what she does.
- Lear. Is this well spoken?
- Regan. I dare avouch it,
sir. What, fifty followers? 1535
Is it not
well? What should you need of more?
Yea, or so many, sith that both charge
Speak 'gainst so great a number? How in one house
people, under two commands,
Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible. 1540
- Goneril. Why might not you,
my lord, receive attendance
From those that she calls servants, or from
- Regan. Why not, my lord? If
then they chanc'd to slack ye,
We could control them. If you will come to me
(For now I spy a danger), I entreat you 1545
To bring but five-and-twenty. To no more
Will I give place or notice.
- Regan. And in good time you
- Lear. Made you my
guardians, my depositaries; 1550
But kept a
reservation to be followed
With such a number. What, must I come to you
With five-and-twenty, Regan? Said you so?
- Regan. And speak't again my
lord. No more with me.
- Lear. Those wicked
creatures yet do look well-favour'd 1555
others are more wicked; not being the worst
Stands in some rank of praise.
[To Goneril] I'll go with thee.
Thy fifty yet doth double
And thou art twice her love.
- Goneril. Hear, me, my lord.
What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or
To follow in a house where twice so many
Have a command to tend
- Lear. O, reason not the
need! Our basest beggars 1565
Are in the
poorest thing superfluous.
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady:
If only to go warm were
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st 1570
Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true
You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!
You see me
here, you gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts 1575
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
And let not women's
weapons, water drops,
Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags!
will have such revenges on you both 1580
all the world shall- I will do such things-
What they are yet, I know not;
but they shall be
The terrors of the earth! You think I'll weep.
I'll not weep.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart 1585
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws
Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad!
Exeunt Lear, Gloucester, Kent, and Fool.
Storm and tempest.
- Duke of Cornwall. Let us
withdraw; 'twill be a storm.
- Regan. This house is
little; the old man and 's people 1590
be well bestow'd.
- Goneril. 'Tis his own
blame; hath put himself from rest
And must needs taste his folly.
- Regan. For his particular,
I'll receive him gladly,
But not one follower. 1595
- Goneril. So am I purpos'd.
Where is my Lord of Gloucester?
- Duke of Cornwall. Followed
the old man forth.
He is return'd. 1600
- Earl of Gloucester. The
King is in high rage.
- Duke of Cornwall. Whither
is he going?
- Earl of Gloucester. He
calls to horse, but will I know not whither.
- Duke of Cornwall. 'Tis best
to give him way; he leads himself.
- Goneril. My lord, entreat
him by no means to stay. 1605
- Earl of Gloucester. Alack,
the night comes on, and the bleak winds
Do sorely ruffle. For many miles
There's scarce a bush.
- Regan. O, sir, to wilful
The injuries that they themselves procure 1610
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your
He is attended with a desperate train,
And what they may incense
him to, being apt
To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear.
- Duke of Cornwall. Shut up
your doors, my lord: 'tis a wild night. 1615
My Regan counsels well. Come out o' th' storm.
||† † †
Act III, Scene 1
A heath. Storm
|† † †
Enter Kent and a Gentleman at several doors.
- Earl of Kent. Who's there,
besides foul weather?
- Gentleman. One minded like
the weather, most unquietly.
- Earl of Kent. I know you.
Where's the King? 1620
- Gentleman. Contending with
the fretful elements;
Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change or cease;
tears his white hair,
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, 1625
Catch in their fury and make nothing of;
Strives in his little world of man to outscorn
to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf 1630
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
bids what will take all.
- Earl of Kent. But who is
- Gentleman. None but the
fool, who labours to outjest
His heart-struck injuries. 1635
- Earl of Kent. Sir, I do
And dare upon the warrant of my note
Commend a dear thing to
you. There is division
(Although as yet the face of it be cover'd
mutual cunning) 'twixt Albany and Cornwall; 1640
Who have (as who have not, that their great
Thron'd and set high?) servants, who seem no less,
Which are to
France the spies and speculations
Intelligent of our state. What hath been
Either in snuffs and packings of the Dukes, 1645
Or the hard rein which both of them have borne
Against the old kind King, or something deeper,
these are but furnishings-
But, true it is, from France there comes a power
Into this scattered kingdom, who already, 1650
Wise in our negligence, have secret feet
some of our best ports and are at point
To show their open banner. Now to
If on my credit you dare build so far
To make your speed to Dover,
you shall find 1655
Some that will thank you,
making just report
Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
The King hath
cause to plain.
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding,
And from some
knowledge and assurance offer 1660
- Gentleman. I will talk
further with you.
- Earl of Kent. No, do not.
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out-wall, open this purse
and take 1665
What it contains. If you shall
(As fear not but you shall), show her this ring,
will tell you who your fellow is
That yet you do not know. Fie on this
I will go seek the King. 1670
- Gentleman. Give me your
hand. Have you no more to say?
- Earl of Kent. Few words,
but, to effect, more than all yet:
That, when we have found the King (in
which your pain
That way, I'll this), he that first lights on him
the other. 1675
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Act III, Scene 2
Another part of the heath.
|† † †
Enter Lear and Fool.
- Lear. Blow, winds, and
crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! 1680
You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And
thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world,
Crack Nature's moulds, all germains spill at once, 1685
That makes ingrateful man!
- Fool. O nuncle, court holy
water in a dry house is better than this
rain water out o' door. Good
nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters
blessing! Here's a night pities nether
wise men nor fools.
- Lear. Rumble thy bellyful!
Spit, fire! spout, rain! 1690
Nor rain, wind,
thunder, fire are my daughters.
I tax not you, you elements, with
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
You owe me no
subscription. Then let fall
Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old
But yet I call you servile ministers,
That will with two pernicious
Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head
So old and
white as this! O! O! 'tis foul! 1700
- Fool. He that has a house
to put 's head in has a good head-piece.
The codpiece that will house
Before the head has any,
The head and he shall louse:
marry many. 1705
The man that makes his toe
What he his heart should make
Shall of a corn cry woe,
And turn his
sleep to wake.
For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a
- Lear. No, I will be the
pattern of all patience;
I will say nothing.
- Earl of Kent. Who's there?
- Fool. Marry, here's grace
and a codpiece; that's a wise man and a
- Earl of Kent. Alas, sir,
are you here? Things that love night
Love not such nights as these. The
Gallow the very wanderers of the dark 1720
And make them keep their caves. Since I was
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
Such groans of
roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot
Th' affliction nor the fear. 1725
- Lear. Let the great gods,
That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads,
Find out their enemies
now. Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes
Unwhipp'd of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand; 1730
Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue
That art incestuous. Caitiff, in pieces shake
That under covert and
Hast practis'd on man's life. Close pent-up guilts,
Rive your concealing continents, and cry 1735
These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man
More sinn'd against than sinning.
- Earl of Kent. Alack,
Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
will it lend you 'gainst the tempest. 1740
Repose you there, whilst I to this hard house
(More harder than the stones whereof 'tis rais'd,
Which even but now,
demanding after you,
Denied me to come in) return, and force
scanted courtesy. 1745
- Lear. My wits begin to
Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?
I am cold myself.
Where is this straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange,
That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. 1750
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my
That's sorry yet for thee.
- Fool. [sings]
that has and a little tiny wit-
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain- 1755
Must make content with his fortunes fit,
For the rain it raineth every day.
- Lear. True, my good boy.
Come, bring us to this hovel.
Exeunt [Lear and Kent].
- Fool. This is a brave night
to cool a courtesan. I'll speak a 1760
prophecy ere I go:
When priests are more in
word than matter;
When brewers mar their malt with water;
are their tailors' tutors,
No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors; 1765
When every case in law is right,
in debt nor no poor knight;
When slanders do not live in tongues,
cutpurses come not to throngs;
When usurers tell their gold i' th' field,
And bawds and whores do churches build:
Then shall the realm of Albion
Come to great confusion.
the time, who lives to see't,
That going shall be us'd with feet. 1775
This prophecy Merlin shall make, for I live
before his time. Exit.
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Act III, Scene 3
|† † †
Enter Gloucester and Edmund.
- Earl of Gloucester. Alack,
alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing! When
I desir'd their leave
that I might pity him, they took from me
the use of mine own house, charg'd
me on pain of perpetual 1780
neither to speak of him, entreat for him, nor any
way sustain him.
- Edmund. Most savage and
- Earl of Gloucester. Go to;
say you nothing. There is division betwixt the Dukes,
and a worse matter
than that. I have received a letter this 1785
night- 'tis dangerous to be spoken- I have
lock'd the letter in
my closet. These injuries the King now bears will be
home; there's part of a power already footed; we must incline to
the King. I will seek him and privily relieve him. Go you and
talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him 1790
perceived. If he ask for me, I am ill and gone
to bed. Though I
die for't, as no less is threat'ned me, the King my old
must be relieved. There is some strange thing toward, Edmund.
Pray you be careful. Exit.
- Edmund. This courtesy,
forbid thee, shall the Duke 1795
know, and of that letter too.
This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me
That which my father loses- no less than all.
The younger rises when the
old doth fall. Exit.
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Act III, Scene 4
The heath. Before a hovel.
|† † †
Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool.
- Earl of Kent. Here is the
place, my lord. Good my lord, enter.
The tyranny of the open night 's too
For nature to endure.
- Earl of Kent. Good my lord,
enter here. 1805
- Lear. Wilt break my heart?
- Earl of Kent. I had rather
break mine own. Good my lord, enter.
- Lear. Thou think'st 'tis
much that this contentious storm
Invades us to the skin. So 'tis to thee;
But where the greater malady is fix'd, 1810
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a
But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea,
Thou'dst meet the
bear i' th' mouth. When the mind's free,
The body's delicate. The tempest in
Doth from my senses take all feeling else 1815
Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude!
Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand
For lifting food to't? But
I will punish home!
No, I will weep no more. In such a night
To shut me
out! Pour on; I will endure. 1820
In such a
night as this! O Regan, Goneril!
Your old kind father, whose frank heart
O, that way madness lies; let me shun that!
No more of that.
- Earl of Kent. Good my lord,
enter here. 1825
- Lear. Prithee go in
thyself; seek thine own ease.
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in.
[To the Fool] In,
boy; go first.- You houseless poverty-
Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then
I'll sleep. [Exit Fool] 1830
wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd
raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en 1835
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the
superflux to them
And show the heavens more just.
- Edgar. [within]
Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom! 1840
Enter Fool [from the hovel].
- Fool. Come not in here,
nuncle, here's a spirit. Help me, help me!
- Earl of Kent. Give me thy
hand. Who's there?
- Fool. A spirit, a spirit!
He says his name's poor Tom.
- Earl of Kent. What art thou
that dost grumble there i' th' straw? 1845
Enter Edgar [disguised as a madman].
- Edgar. Away! the foul fiend
follows me! Through the sharp hawthorn
blows the cold wind. Humh! go to thy
cold bed, and warm thee.
- Lear. Hast thou given all
to thy two daughters, and art thou come 1850
- Edgar. Who gives anything
to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led
through fire and through flame,
through ford and whirlpool, o'er
bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives
under his pillow and
halters in his pew, set ratsbane by his porridge, made
him proud 1855
of heart, to ride on a bay
trotting horse over four-inch'd
bridges, to course his own shadow for a
traitor. Bless thy five
wits! Tom 's acold. O, do de, do de, do de. Bless
whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some charity,
whom the foul fiend vexes. There could I have him now- and there- 1860
and there again- and there!
- Lear. What, have his
daughters brought him to this pass?
Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou
give 'em all?
- Fool. Nay, he reserv'd a
blanket, else we had been all sham'd. 1865
- Lear. Now all the plagues
that in the pendulous air
Hang fated o'er men's faults light on thy
- Earl of Kent. He hath no
- Lear. Death, traitor!
nothing could have subdu'd nature
To such a lowness but his unkind
Is it the fashion that
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
Judicious punishment! 'Twas this flesh begot
Those pelican daughters.
- Edgar. Pillicock sat on
Pillicock's Hill. 'Allow, 'allow, loo, loo! 1875
- Fool. This cold night will
turn us all to fools and madmen.
- Edgar. Take heed o' th'
foul fiend; obey thy parents: keep thy word
justly; swear not; commit not
with man's sworn spouse; set not
thy sweet heart on proud array. Tom 's
- Lear. What hast thou been?
- Edgar. A servingman, proud
in heart and mind; that curl'd my hair,
wore gloves in my cap; serv'd the
lust of my mistress' heart and
did the act of darkness with her; swore as
many oaths as I spake
words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven; one
slept in the contriving of lust, and wak'd to do it. Wine lov'd 1885
I deeply, dice dearly; and in woman
out-paramour'd the Turk.
False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog
in sloth, fox
in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray
heart to woman. Keep thy foot out of brothel, thy hand 1890
out of placket, thy pen from lender's book, and
defy the foul
fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind; says
suum, mun, hey, no, nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa! let
- Lear. Why, thou wert better
in thy grave than to answer with thy
uncover'd body this extremity of the
skies. Is man no more than
this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no
silk, the beast
no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! Here's
on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; 1900
unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor,
animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! Come, unbutton
[Tears at his clothes.]
- Fool. Prithee, nuncle, be
contented! 'Tis a naughty night to swim 1905
in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like
an old lecher's
heart- a small spark, all the rest on's body cold. Look,
comes a walking fire.
Enter Gloucester with a torch.
- Edgar. This is the foul
fiend Flibbertigibbet. He begins at curfew, 1910
and walks till the first cock. He gives the web
and the pin,
squints the eye, and makes the harelip; mildews the white
and hurts the poor creature of earth.
Saint Withold footed thrice
He met the nightmare, and her nine fold; 1915
Bid her alight
And her troth plight,
And aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!
- Earl of Kent. How fares
- Earl of Kent. Who's there?
What is't you seek?
- Earl of Gloucester. What
are you there? Your names?
- Edgar. Poor Tom, that eats
the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole,
the wall-newt and the water; that
in the fury of his heart, when
the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for
sallets, swallows the 1925
old rat and the
ditch-dog, drinks the green mantle of the
standing pool; who is whipp'd from
tithing to tithing, and
stock-punish'd and imprison'd; who hath had three
suits to his
back, six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapons to
But mice and rats, and such
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
follower. Peace, Smulkin! peace, thou fiend!
- Earl of Gloucester. What,
hath your Grace no better company?
- Edgar. The prince of
darkness is a gentleman! 1935
call'd, and Mahu.
- Earl of Gloucester. Our
flesh and blood is grown so vile, my lord,
That it doth hate what gets it.
- Edgar. Poor Tom 's acold.
- Earl of Gloucester. Go in
with me. My duty cannot suffer 1940
T' obey in
all your daughters' hard commands.
Though their injunction be to bar my
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,
Yet have I
ventur'd to come seek you out
And bring you where both fire and food is
- Lear. First let me talk
with this philosopher.
What is the cause of thunder?
- Earl of Kent. Good my lord,
take his offer; go into th' house.
- Lear. I'll talk a word with
this same learned Theban.
What is your study? 1950
- Edgar. How to prevent the
fiend and to kill vermin.
- Lear. Let me ask you one
word in private.
- Earl of Kent. Importune him
once more to go, my lord.
His wits begin t' unsettle.
- Earl of Gloucester. Canst
thou blame him? [Storm still.] 1955
daughters seek his death. Ah, that good Kent!
He said it would be thus- poor
Thou say'st the King grows mad: I'll tell thee, friend,
am almost mad myself. I had a son,
Now outlaw'd from my blood. He sought my
But lately, very late. I lov'd him,
No father his son dearer. True to tell thee,
The grief hath
craz'd my wits. What a night 's this!
I do beseech your Grace-
- Lear. O, cry you mercy,
Noble philosopher, your company.
- Earl of Gloucester. In,
fellow, there, into th' hovel; keep thee warm.
- Lear. Come, let's in all.
- Earl of Kent. This way, my
- Lear. With him!
keep still with my philosopher.
- Earl of Kent. Good my lord,
soothe him; let him take the fellow.
- Earl of Gloucester. Take
him you on.
- Earl of Kent. Sirrah, come
on; go along with us. 1975
- Lear. Come, good Athenian.
- Earl of Gloucester. No
words, no words! hush.
- Edgar. Child Rowland to the
dark tower came;
His word was still
Fie, foh, and fum! 1980
I smell the blood of a British man.
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Act III, Scene 5
|† † †
Enter Cornwall and Edmund.
- Duke of Cornwall. I will
have my revenge ere I depart his house.
- Edmund. How, my lord, I may
be censured, that nature thus gives way to 1985
loyalty, something fears me to think of.
- Duke of Cornwall. I now
perceive it was not altogether your brother's evil
disposition made him seek
his death; but a provoking merit, set
awork by a reproveable badness in
- Edmund. How malicious is my
fortune that I must repent to be just! 1990
This is the letter he spoke of, which approves
intelligent party to the advantages of France. O heavens! that
this treason were not- or not I the detector!
- Duke of Cornwall. Go with
me to the Duchess.
- Edmund. If the matter of
this paper be certain, you have mighty 1995
business in hand.
- Duke of Cornwall. True or
false, it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester.
Seek out where thy father is,
that he may be ready for our
- Edmund. [aside] If I
find him comforting the King, it will stuff his 2000
suspicion more fully.- I will persever in my
course of loyalty,
though the conflict be sore between that and my blood.
- Duke of Cornwall. I will
lay trust upon thee, and thou shalt find a dearer
father in my love.
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Act III, Scene 6
A farmhouse near
|† † †
Enter Gloucester, Lear, Kent, Fool, and
- Earl of Gloucester. Here is
better than the open air; take it thankfully. I will
piece out the comfort
with what addition I can. I will not be
long from you.
- Earl of Kent. All the power
of his wits have given way to his impatience. 2010
The gods reward your kindness!
- Edgar. Frateretto calls me,
and tells me Nero is an angler in the
lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and
beware the foul fiend.
- Fool. Prithee, nuncle, tell
me whether a madman be a gentleman or a 2015
- Fool. No, he's a yeoman
that has a gentleman to his son; for he's a
mad yeoman that sees his son a
gentleman before him.
- Lear. To have a thousand
with red burning spits 2020
Come hizzing in
- Edgar. The foul fiend bites
- Fool. He's mad that trusts
in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's
health, a boy's love, or a whore's
- Lear. It shall be done; I
will arraign them straight. 2025
Edgar] Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer.
[To the Fool]
Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she-foxes!
- Edgar. Look, where he
stands and glares! Want'st thou eyes at trial,
Come o'er the
bourn, Bessy, to me. 2030
- Fool. Her boat hath a leak,
And she must not speak
Why she dares not come over to thee.
- Edgar. The foul fiend
haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale.
Hoppedance cries in Tom's
belly for two white herring. Croak 2035
black angel; I have no food for thee.
- Earl of Kent. How do you,
sir? Stand you not so amaz'd.
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?
- Lear. I'll see their trial
first. Bring in their evidence.
[To Edgar] Thou, robed man of
justice, take thy place. 2040
Fool] And thou, his yokefellow of equity,
Bench by his side. [To
Kent] You are o' th' commission,
Sit you too.
- Edgar. Let us deal justly.
Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd? 2045
Thy sheep be in the corn;
And for one blast
of thy minikin mouth
Thy sheep shall take no harm.
Purr! the cat is
- Lear. Arraign her first.
'Tis Goneril. I here take my oath before 2050
this honourable assembly, she kicked the poor
King her father.
- Fool. Come hither,
mistress. Is your name Goneril?
- Lear. She cannot deny it.
- Fool. Cry you mercy, I took
you for a joint-stool.
- Lear. And here's another,
whose warp'd looks proclaim 2055
her heart is made on. Stop her there!
Arms, arms! sword! fire! Corruption in
False justicer, why hast thou let her scape?
- Edgar. Bless thy five wits!
- Earl of Kent. O pity! Sir,
where is the patience now 2060
That you so oft
have boasted to retain?
- Edgar. [aside] My
tears begin to take his part so much
They'll mar my counterfeiting.
- Lear. The little dogs and
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. 2065
- Edgar. Tom will throw his
head at them. Avaunt, you curs!
Be thy mouth or black or white,
that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
spaniel, brach or lym, 2070
Bobtail tyke or
Tom will make them weep and wail;
For, with throwing thus
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Do de, de, de. Sessa!
Come, march to wakes and fairs and market 2075
towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.
- Lear. Then let them
anatomize Regan. See what breeds about her
heart. Is there any cause in
nature that makes these hard
hearts? [To Edgar] You, sir- I entertain
you for one of my
hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your garments.
say they are Persian attire; but
let them be chang'd.
- Earl of Kent. Now, good my
lord, lie here and rest awhile.
- Lear. Make no noise, make
no noise; draw the curtains.
So, so, so. We'll go to supper i' th' morning.
So, so, so.
- Fool. And I'll go to bed at
- Earl of Gloucester. Come
hither, friend. Where is the King my master?
- Earl of Kent. Here, sir;
but trouble him not; his wits are gone.
- Earl of Gloucester. Good
friend, I prithee take him in thy arms.
I have o'erheard a plot of death
upon him. 2090
There is a litter ready; lay
And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet
welcome and protection. Take up thy master.
If thou shouldst dally half an
hour, his life,
With thine, and all that offer to defend him, 2095
Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up!
And follow me, that will to some provision
Give thee quick conduct.
- Earl of Kent. Oppressed
This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses, 2100
Which, if convenience will not allow,
in hard cure. [To the Fool] Come, help to bear thy master.
not stay behind.
- Earl of Gloucester. Come,
Exeunt [all but Edgar].
- Edgar. When we our betters
see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
suffers suffers most i' th' mind,
Leaving free things and happy shows
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip 2110
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
How light and portable my pain seems now,
When that which makes me bend
makes the King bow,
He childed as I fathered! Tom, away!
Mark the high
noises, and thyself bewray 2115
opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee,
In thy just proof repeals and
What will hap more to-night, safe scape the King!
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Act III, Scene 7
|† † †
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Goneril, [Edmund the]
Bastard, and Servants.
- Duke of Cornwall. [to
Goneril] Post speedily to my lord your husband, show him
The army of France is landed.- Seek out the traitor
[Exeunt some of the Servants.]
- Regan. Hang him instantly.
- Goneril. Pluck out his
- Duke of Cornwall. Leave him
to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our sister
company. The revenges we are
bound to take upon your traitorous
father are not fit for your beholding.
Advise the Duke where you
are going, to a most festinate preparation. We are
bound to the 2130
like. Our posts shall be
swift and intelligent betwixt us.
Farewell, dear sister; farewell, my Lord
of Gloucester. [Enter Oswald the Steward.]
How now? Where's the King?
- Oswald. My Lord of
Gloucester hath convey'd him hence.
Some five or six and thirty of his
Hot questrists after him, met
him at gate;
Who, with some other of the lord's dependants,
with him towards Dover, where they boast
To have well-armed friends.
- Duke of Cornwall. Get
horses for your mistress. 2140
- Goneril. Farewell, sweet
lord, and sister.
- Duke of Cornwall. Edmund,
farewell. [Exeunt Goneril, Edmund, and Oswald.]
Go seek the traitor
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us. [Exeunt other
Though well we may not pass upon his life 2145
Without the form of justice, yet our power
Shall do a court'sy to our wrath, which men
May blame, but not control.
[Enter Gloucester, brought in by two or three.]
Who's there? the
- Regan. Ingrateful fox! 'tis
- Duke of Cornwall. Bind fast
his corky arms.
- Earl of Gloucester. What
mean, your Graces? Good my friends, consider
You are my guests. Do me no
foul play, friends.
- Duke of Cornwall. Bind him,
[Servants bind him.]
- Regan. Hard, hard. O filthy
- Earl of Gloucester. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none.
- Duke of Cornwall. To this
chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find-
[Regan plucks his beard.]
- Earl of Gloucester. By the
kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done 2160
pluck me by the beard.
- Regan. So white, and such a
- Earl of Gloucester. Naughty
These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin
Will quicken, and
accuse thee. I am your host. 2165
robber's hands my hospitable favours
You should not ruffle thus. What will
- Duke of Cornwall. Come,
sir, what letters had you late from France?
- Regan. Be simple-answer'd,
for we know the truth.
- Duke of Cornwall. And what
confederacy have you with the traitors 2170
Late footed in the kingdom?
- Regan. To whose hands have
you sent the lunatic King?
- Earl of Gloucester. I have
a letter guessingly set down,
Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
And not from one oppos'd.
- Duke of Cornwall. Cunning.
- Duke of Cornwall. Where
hast thou sent the King?
- Earl of Gloucester. To
- Regan. Wherefore to Dover?
Wast thou not charg'd at peril-
- Duke of Cornwall. Wherefore
to Dover? Let him first answer that.
- Earl of Gloucester. I am
tied to th' stake, and I must stand the course.
- Regan. Wherefore to Dover,
- Earl of Gloucester. Because
I would not see thy cruel nails 2185
his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
In his anointed flesh stick boarish
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night
endur'd, would have buoy'd up
And quench'd the steeled fires. 2190
Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to
If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,
have said, 'Good porter, turn the key.'
All cruels else subscrib'd. But I
The winged vengeance overtake such children. 2195
- Duke of Cornwall. See't
shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair.
Upon these eyes of thine I'll set
- Earl of Gloucester. He that
will think to live till he be old,
Give me some help!- O cruel! O ye gods!
- Regan. One side will mock
another. Th' other too! 2200
- Duke of Cornwall. If you
- Servant 1. Hold your hand,
I have serv'd you ever since I was a child;
But better service
have I never done you
Than now to bid you hold. 2205
- Servant 1. If you did wear
a beard upon your chin,
I'ld shake it on this quarrel.
- Duke of Cornwall. My
villain! Draw and fight. 2210
- Servant 1. Nay, then, come
on, and take the chance of anger.
- Regan. Give me thy sword. A
peasant stand up thus?
She takes a sword and runs at him behind.
- Servant 1. O, I am slain!
My lord, you have one eye left
To see some mischief on him. O! He dies.
- Duke of Cornwall. Lest it
see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly!
Where is thy lustre now?
- Earl of Gloucester. All
dark and comfortless! Where's my son Edmund?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks
To quit this horrid act. 2220
- Regan. Out, treacherous
Thou call'st on him that hates thee. It was he
That made the
overture of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.
- Earl of Gloucester. O my
follies! Then Edgar was abus'd. 2225
gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!
- Regan. Go thrust him out at
gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover. [Exit one with
How is't, my lord? How look you?
- Duke of Cornwall. I have
receiv'd a hurt. Follow me, lady. 2230
out that eyeless villain. Throw this slave
Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed
Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.
Exit [Cornwall, led by Regan].
- Servant 2. I'll never care
what wickedness I do, 2235
If this man come to
- Servant 3. If she live
And in the end meet the old course of death,
Women will all turn
- Servant 2. Let's follow the
old Earl, and get the bedlam 2240
To lead him
where he would. His roguish madness
Allows itself to anything.
- Servant 3. Go thou. I'll
fetch some flax and whites of eggs
To apply to his bleeding face. Now heaven
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Act IV, Scene 1
|† † †
- Edgar. Yet better thus, and
known to be contemn'd,
Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,
The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune,
Stands still in
esperance, lives not in fear. 2250
lamentable change is from the best;
The worst returns to laughter. Welcome
Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace!
The wretch that thou hast
blown unto the worst
Owes nothing to thy blasts. 2255
[Enter Gloucester, led by an Old Man.]
But who comes here?
My father, poorly led? World, world, O world!
But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,
Life would not yield
to age. 2260
- Old Man. O my good lord,
I have been your tenant, and your father's tenant,
- Earl of Gloucester. Away,
get thee away! Good friend, be gone.
Thy comforts can do me no good at all;
Thee they may hurt.
- Old Man. You cannot see
- Earl of Gloucester. I have
no way, and therefore want no eyes;
I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis
Our means secure us, and our mere defects 2270
Prove our commodities. Ah dear son Edgar,
The food of thy abused father's wrath!
Might I but live to see thee in
I'ld say I had eyes again!
- Old Man. How now? Who's
- Edgar. [aside] O
gods! Who is't can say 'I am at the worst'?
I am worse than e'er I was.
- Old Man. 'Tis poor mad Tom.
- Edgar. [aside] And
worse I may be yet. The worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the
- Old Man. Fellow, where
- Earl of Gloucester. Is it a
- Old Man. Madman and beggar
- Earl of Gloucester. He has
some reason, else he could not beg.
I' th' last night's storm I such a
fellow saw, 2285
Which made me think a man a
worm. My son
Came then into my mind, and yet my mind
Was then scarce
friends with him. I have heard more since.
As flies to wanton boys are we to
They kill us for their sport. 2290
- Edgar. [aside] How
should this be?
Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow,
itself and others.- Bless thee, master!
- Earl of Gloucester. Is that
the naked fellow?
- Old Man. Ay, my lord. 2295
- Earl of Gloucester. Then
prithee get thee gone. If for my sake
Thou wilt o'ertake us hence a mile or
I' th' way toward Dover, do it for ancient love;
And bring some
covering for this naked soul,
Who I'll entreat to lead me. 2300
- Old Man. Alack, sir, he is
- Earl of Gloucester. 'Tis
the time's plague when madmen lead the blind.
Do as I bid thee, or rather do
Above the rest, be gone.
- Old Man. I'll bring him the
best 'parel that I have, 2305
Come on't what
- Earl of Gloucester. Sirrah
- Edgar. Poor Tom's acold.
[Aside] I cannot daub it further.
- Earl of Gloucester. Come
- Edgar. [aside] And
yet I must.- Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed. 2310
- Earl of Gloucester. Know'st
thou the way to Dover?
- Edgar. Both stile and gate,
horseway and footpath. Poor Tom hath been
scar'd out of his good wits. Bless
thee, good man's son, from
the foul fiend! Five fiends have been in poor Tom
at once: of
lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididence, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of
stealing; Modo, of murder;
Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and
mowing, who since possesses chambermaids and
waiting women. So,
bless thee, master!
- Earl of Gloucester. Here,
take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues
Have humbled to all strokes.
That I am wretched 2320
Makes thee the
happier. Heavens, deal so still!
Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man,
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
Because he does not feel,
feel your pow'r quickly;
So distribution should undo excess, 2325
And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?
- Earl of Gloucester. There
is a cliff, whose high and bending head
Looks fearfully in the confined
Bring me but to the very brim of it, 2330
And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear
With something rich about me. From that place
I shall no leading need.
- Edgar. Give me thy arm.
Poor Tom shall lead thee. 2335
||† † †
Act IV, Scene 2
Before the Duke of Albanyís
|† † †
Enter Goneril and [Edmund the] Bastard.
- Goneril. Welcome, my lord.
I marvel our mild husband
Not met us on the way. [Enter Oswald the
Now, where's your master? 2340
- Oswald. Madam, within, but
never man so chang'd.
I told him of the army that was landed:
at it. I told him you were coming:
His answer was, 'The worse.' Of
And of the loyal service of his son 2345
When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot
And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out.
What most he should dislike
seems pleasant to him;
What like, offensive.
- Goneril. [to Edmund]
Then shall you go no further. 2350
It 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 pow'rs.
I must change arms at home and give the
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. [Gives a favour.] 2360
Decline your head. This kiss,
if it durst speak,
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.
and fare thee well.
- Edmund. Yours in the ranks
of death! Exit. 2365
- Goneril. My most dear
O, the difference of man and man!
To thee a woman's services
My fool usurps my body.
- Oswald. Madam, here comes
my lord. Exit. 2370
- Goneril. I have been worth
- Duke of Albany. O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face! I
fear your disposition. 2375
That nature which
contemns it origin
Cannot be bordered certain in itself.
herself will sliver and disbranch
From her material sap, perforce must
And come to deadly use. 2380
- Goneril. No more! The text
- Duke of Albany. Wisdom and
goodness to the vile seem vile;
Filths savour but themselves. What have you
Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd?
A father, and a
gracious aged man, 2385
Whose reverence even
the head-lugg'd bear would lick,
Most barbarous, most degenerate, have you
Could my good brother suffer you to do it?
A man, a prince, by
him so benefited!
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits 2390
Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
It will come,
Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
of the deep.
- Goneril. Milk-liver'd man!
That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
from thy suffering; that not know'st
Fools do those villains pity who are
Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? 2400
France spreads his banners in our noiseless
With plumed helm thy state begins to threat,
Whiles thou, a moral
fool, sit'st still, and criest
'Alack, why does he so?'
- Duke of Albany. See
thyself, devil! 2405
Proper deformity seems
not in the fiend
So horrid as in woman.
- Duke of Albany. Thou
changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame!
Bemonster not thy feature! Were't
my fitness 2410
To let these hands obey my
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
Thy flesh and bones.
Howe'er thou art a fiend,
A woman's shape doth shield thee.
- Goneril. Marry, your
manhood mew! 2415
Enter a Gentleman.
- Duke of Albany. What news?
- Gentleman. O, my good lord,
the Duke of Cornwall 's dead,
Slain by his servant, going to put out
other eye of Gloucester. 2420
- Duke of Albany. Gloucester's eyes?
- Gentleman. A servant that
he bred, thrill'd with remorse,
Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword
To his great master; who, thereat enrag'd,
Flew on him, and amongst them
fell'd him dead; 2425
But not without that
harmful stroke which since
Hath pluck'd him after.
- Duke of Albany. This shows
you are above,
You justicers, that these our nether crimes
can venge! But O poor Gloucester! 2430
his other eye?
- Gentleman. Both, both, my
This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer.
'Tis from your sister.
- Goneril. [aside] One
way I like this well; 2435
But being widow,
and my Gloucester with her,
May all the building in my fancy pluck
my hateful life. Another way
The news is not so tart.- I'll read, and
- Duke of Albany. Where was
his son when they did take his eyes? 2440
- Gentleman. Come with my
- Duke of Albany. He is not
- Gentleman. No, my good
lord; I met him back again.
- Duke of Albany. Knows he
- Gentleman. Ay, my good
lord. 'Twas he inform'd against him, 2445
quit the house on purpose, that their punishment
Might have the freer
- Duke of Albany. Gloucester,
To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the King,
And to revenge
thine eyes. Come hither, friend. 2450
what more thou know'st.
||† † †
Act IV, Scene 3
The French camp near
|† † †
Enter Kent and a Gentleman.
- Earl of Kent. Why the King
of France is so suddenly gone back know you the
- Gentleman. Something he
left imperfect in the state, which since his
coming forth is thought of,
which imports to the kingdom so much
fear and danger that his personal
return was most required and
- Earl of Kent. Who hath he
left behind him general? 2460
- Gentleman. The Marshal of
France, Monsieur La Far.
- Earl of Kent. Did your
letters pierce the Queen to any demonstration of
- Gentleman. Ay, sir. She
took them, read them in my presence,
And now and then an ample tear trill'd
Her delicate cheek. It seem'd she
was a queen
Over her passion, who, most rebel-like,
Sought to be king
- Earl of Kent. O, then it
- Gentleman. Not to a rage.
Patience and sorrow strove 2470
express her goodliest. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles
Were like, a better way. Those happy smilets
That play'd on
her ripe lip seem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes, which parted
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
Sorrow would be a rarity most belov'd,
If all could so become
- Earl of Kent. Made she no
- Gentleman. Faith, once or
twice she heav'd the name of father 2480
Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart;
Cried 'Sisters, sisters! Shame of ladies! Sisters!
sisters! What, i' th' storm? i' th' night?
Let pity not be believ'd!' There
The holy water from her heavenly eyes, 2485
And clamour moisten'd. Then away she started
To deal with grief alone.
- Earl of Kent. It is the
The stars above us, govern our conditions;
Else one self mate and
mate could not beget 2490
issues. You spoke not with her since?
- Earl of Kent. Was this
before the King return'd?
- Earl of Kent. Well, sir,
the poor distressed Lear's i' th' town; 2495
Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers
What we are come about, and by no means
Will yield to see his daughter.
- Gentleman. Why, good sir?
- Earl of Kent. A sovereign
shame so elbows him; his own unkindness, 2500
That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
To his dog-hearted
daughters- these things sting
His mind so venomously that burning shame
Detains him from Cordelia. 2505
- Gentleman. Alack, poor
- Earl of Kent. Of Albany's
and Cornwall's powers you heard not?
- Gentleman. 'Tis so; they
- Earl of Kent. Well, sir,
I'll bring you to our master Lear
And leave you to attend him. Some dear
Will in concealment wrap me up
When I am known aright, you shall not grieve
Lending me this
acquaintance. I pray you go
Along with me. Exeunt.
||† † †
Act IV, Scene 4
|† † †
Enter, with Drum and Colours, Cordelia,
Doctor, and Soldiers.
- Cordelia. Alack, 'tis he!
Why, he was met even now
As mad as the vex'd sea, singing aloud,
with rank fumiter and furrow weeds,
With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow 2520
In our sustaining corn. A century send forth.
Search every acre in the high-grown field
And bring him to our eye.
[Exit an Officer.] What can man's
In the restoring his
bereaved sense? 2525
He that helps him take
all my outward worth.
- Doctor. There is means,
Our foster nurse of nature is repose,
The which he lacks. That to
provoke in him
Are many simples operative, whose power 2530
Will close the eye of anguish.
- Cordelia. All blest
All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears!
be aidant and remediate
In the good man's distress! Seek, seek for him!
Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the
That wants the means to lead it.
- Messenger. News, madam.
The British pow'rs are marching hitherward. 2540
- Cordelia. 'Tis known
before. Our preparation stands
In expectation of them. O dear father,
is thy business that I go about.
Therefore great France
My mourning and
important tears hath pitied. 2545
ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's
Soon may I hear and see him!
||† † †
Act IV, Scene 5
|† † †
Enter Regan and [Oswald the] Steward.
- Regan. But are my brother's
pow'rs set forth?
- Regan. Himself in person
- Oswald. Madam, with much
Your sister is the better soldier. 2555
- Regan. Lord Edmund spake
not with your lord at home?
- Regan. What might import my
sister's letter to him?
- Oswald. I know not, lady.
- Regan. Faith, he is posted
hence on serious matter. 2560
It was great
ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out,
To let him live. Where he arrives he
All hearts against us. Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his
misery, to dispatch
His nighted life; moreover, to descry 2565
The strength o' th' enemy.
- Oswald. I must needs after
him, madam, with my letter.
- Regan. Our troops set forth
to-morrow. Stay with us.
The ways are dangerous.
- Oswald. I may not, madam.
My lady charg'd my duty in this business.
- Regan. Why should she write
to Edmund? Might not you
Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Something- I know not what- I'll love thee much-
Let me unseal the
- Oswald. Madam, I had
- Regan. I know your lady
does not love her husband;
I am sure of that; and at her late being here
She gave strange eyeliads and most speaking looks
To noble Edmund. I
know you are of her bosom. 2580
- Regan. I speak in
understanding. Y'are! I know't.
Therefore I do advise you take this note.
My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd,
And more convenient is he for
my hand 2585
Than for your lady's. You may
If you do find him, pray you give him this;
And when your
mistress hears thus much from you,
I pray desire her call her wisdom to her.
So farewell. 2590
If you do chance to hear
of that blind traitor,
Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.
- Oswald. Would I could meet
him, madam! I should show
What party I do follow.
- Regan. Fare thee well.
||† † †
Act IV, Scene 6
The country near
|† † †
Enter Gloucester, and Edgar [like a Peasant].
- Earl of Gloucester. When
shall I come to th' top of that same hill?
- Edgar. You do climb up it
now. Look how we labour.
- Earl of Gloucester. Methinks the ground is even.
- Edgar. Horrible steep.
Hark, do you hear the sea?
- Earl of Gloucester. No,
- Edgar. Why, then, your
other senses grow imperfect
By your eyes' anguish.
- Earl of Gloucester. So may
it be indeed. 2605
Methinks thy voice is
alter'd, and thou speak'st
In better phrase and matter than thou didst.
- Edgar. Y'are much deceiv'd.
In nothing am I chang'd
But in my garments.
- Earl of Gloucester. Methinks y'are better spoken. 2610
- Edgar. Come on, sir; here's
the place. Stand still. How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross
as beetles. Halfway down
Hangs one that gathers sampire- dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice; and yond
tall anchoring bark,
Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy
small for sight. The murmuring surge 2620
on th' unnumb'red idle pebble chafes
Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.
- Earl of Gloucester. Set me
where you stand. 2625
- Edgar. Give me your hand.
You are now within a foot
Of th' extreme verge. For all beneath the moon
Would I not leap upright.
- Earl of Gloucester. Let go
Here, friend, is another purse; in it a jewel 2630
Well worth a poor man's taking. Fairies and
Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off;
Bid me farewell, and let
me hear thee going.
- Edgar. Now fare ye well,
- Earl of Gloucester. With
all my heart. 2635
- Edgar. [aside]. Why
I do trifle thus with his despair
Is done to cure it.
- Earl of Gloucester. O you
mighty gods! He kneels.
This world I do renounce, and, in your sights,
Shake patiently my great affliction off. 2640
If I could bear it longer and not fall
quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathed part of
Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O, bless him!
fare thee well. 2645
He falls [forward and
- Edgar. Gone, sir,
And yet I know not how conceit may rob
The treasury of life
when life itself
Yields to the theft. Had he been where he thought, 2650
By this had thought been past.- Alive or dead?
Ho you, sir! friend! Hear you, sir? Speak!-
Thus might he pass indeed.
Yet he revives.
What are you, sir?
- Earl of Gloucester. Away,
and let me die. 2655
- Edgar. Hadst thou been
aught but gossamer, feathers, air,
So many fadom down precipitating,
Thou'dst shiver'd like an egg; but thou dost breathe;
substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art sound.
Ten masts at each make not the
Which thou hast perpendicularly
Thy life is a miracle. Speak yet again.
- Earl of Gloucester. But
have I fall'n, or no?
- Edgar. From the dread
summit of this chalky bourn.
Look up a-height. The shrill-gorg'd lark so far
Cannot be seen or heard. Do but look up.
- Earl of Gloucester. Alack,
I have no eyes!
Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit
To end itself by
death? 'Twas yet some comfort
When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage
And frustrate his proud will.
- Edgar. Give me your arm.
Up- so. How is't? Feel you your legs? You stand.
- Earl of Gloucester. Too
well, too well.
- Edgar. This is above all
Upon the crown o' th' cliff
what thing was that
Which parted from you?
- Earl of Gloucester. A poor
- Edgar. As I stood here
below, methought his eyes
Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,Horns
whelk'd and wav'd like the enridged sea. 2680
It was some fiend. Therefore, thou happy
Think that the clearest gods, who make them honours
impossibility, have preserv'd thee.
- Earl of Gloucester. I do
remember now. Henceforth I'll bear
Affliction till it do cry out itself
'Enough, enough,' and die. That thing you
I took it for a man. Often 'twould say
'The fiend, the fiend'-
he led me to that place.
- Edgar. Bear free and
Enter Lear, mad, [fantastically dressed with
But who comes here?
safer sense will ne'er accommodate
His master thus.
- Lear. No, they cannot touch
me for coming;
I am the King himself. 2695
- Edgar. O thou side-piercing
- Lear. Nature 's above art
in that respect. There's your press
money. That fellow handles his bow like
a crow-keeper. Draw me
a clothier's yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace;
of toasted cheese will do't. There's my gauntlet; I'll prove it
on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O,
well flown, bird! i'
th' clout, i' th' clout! Hewgh! Give the word.
- Earl of Gloucester. I know
that voice. 2705
- Lear. Ha! Goneril with a
white beard? They flatter'd me like a dog,
and told me I had white hairs in
my beard ere the black ones
were there. To say 'ay' and 'no' to everything I
said! 'Ay' and
'no' too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me
once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would 2710
not peace at my bidding; there I found 'em,
there I smelt 'em
out. Go to, they are not men o' their words! They told me
everything. 'Tis a lie- I am not ague-proof.
- Earl of Gloucester. The
trick of that voice I do well remember.
Is't not the King? 2715
- Lear. Ay, every inch a
When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.
I pardon that man's
life. What was thy cause?
Thou shalt not die. Die for
adultery? No. 2720
The wren goes to't, and the
small gilded fly
Does lecher in my sight.
Let copulation thrive; for
Gloucester's bastard son
Was kinder to his father than my daughters
'tween the lawful sheets. 2725
pell-mell! for I lack soldiers.
Behold yond simp'ring dame,
between her forks presageth snow,
That minces virtue, and does shake the
To hear of pleasure's name. 2730
fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't
With a more riotous appetite.
Down from the waist they are Centaurs,
Though women all above.
to the girdle do the gods inherit, 2735
Beneath is all the fiend's.
there's darkness, there's the sulphurous pit;
burning, scalding, stench,
consumption. Fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
Give me an ounce of civet, good
apothecary, to sweeten my
imagination. There's money for thee. 2740
- Earl of Gloucester. O, let
me kiss that hand!
- Lear. Let me wipe it first;
it smells of mortality.
- Earl of Gloucester. O
ruin'd piece of nature! This great world
Shall so wear out to naught. Dost
thou know me?
- Lear. I remember thine eyes
well enough. Dost thou squiny at me? 2745
do thy worst, blind Cupid! I'll not love. Read thou this
challenge; mark but
the penning of it.
- Earl of Gloucester. Were
all the letters suns, I could not see one.
- Edgar. [aside] I
would not take this from report. It is,
And my heart breaks at it. 2750
- Earl of Gloucester. What,
with the case of eyes?
- Lear. O, ho, are you there
with me? No eyes in your head, nor no
money in your purse? Your eyes are in
a heavy case, your purse
in a light. Yet you see how this world goes. 2755
- Earl of Gloucester. I see
- Lear. What, art mad? A man
may see how the world goes with no eyes.
Look with thine ears. See how yond
justice rails upon yond
simple thief. Hark in thine ear. Change places and,
which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou hast seen a
farmer's dog bark at a beggar?
- Earl of Gloucester. Ay,
- Lear. And the creature run
from the cur? There thou mightst behold
the great image of authority: a
dog's obeyed in office.
Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand! 2765
Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own
Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind
For which thou whip'st
her. The usurer hangs the cozener.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, 2770
And the strong lance of justice hurtless
Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it.
offend, none- I say none! I'll able 'em.
Take that of me, my friend, who
have the power
To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes 2775
And, like a scurvy politician, seem
the things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now!
Pull off my boots. Harder,
- Edgar. O, matter and
Reason, in madness! 2780
- Lear. If thou wilt weep my
fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester.
Thou must be patient. We came crying hither;
Thou know'st, the first
time that we smell the air
We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee. Mark.
- Earl of Gloucester. Alack,
alack the day!
- Lear. When we are born, we
cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools. This' a good block.
It were a delicate stratagem to shoe
A troop of horse with felt. I'll
put't in proof, 2790
And when I have stol'n
upon these sons-in-law,
Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
Enter a Gentleman [with Attendants].
- Gentleman. O, here he is!
Lay hand upon him.- Sir,
Your most dear daughter- 2795
- Lear. No rescue? What, a
prisoner? I am even
The natural fool of fortune. Use me well;
have ransom. Let me have a surgeon;
I am cut to th' brains.
- Gentleman. You shall have
- Lear. No seconds? All
Why, this would make a man a man of salt,
To use his eyes for
Ay, and laying autumn's dust.
- Gentleman. Good sir- 2805
- Lear. I will die bravely,
like a smug bridegroom. What!
I will be jovial. Come, come, I am a king;
My masters, know you that?
- Gentleman. You are a royal
one, and we obey you.
- Lear. Then there's life
in't. Nay, an you get it, you shall get it 2810
by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa!
Exit running. [Attendants follow.]
- Gentleman. A sight most
pitiful in the meanest wretch,
Past speaking of in a king! Thou hast one
Who redeems nature from the general curse 2815
Which twain have brought her to.
- Gentleman. Sir, speed you.
What's your will?
- Edgar. Do you hear aught,
sir, of a battle toward?
- Gentleman. Most sure and
vulgar. Every one hears that 2820
- Edgar. But, by your favour,
How near's the other army?
- Gentleman. Near and on
speedy foot. The main descry
Stands on the hourly thought. 2825
- Edgar. I thank you sir.
- Gentleman. Though that the
Queen on special cause is here,
Her army is mov'd on.
- Earl of Gloucester. You
ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;
Let not my worser spirit tempt me
To die before you please!
- Edgar. Well pray you,
- Earl of Gloucester. Now,
good sir, what are you? 2835
- Edgar. A most poor man,
made tame to fortune's blows,
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand;
I'll lead you to some
- Earl of Gloucester. Hearty
The bounty and the benison of
To boot, and boot!
Enter [Oswald the] Steward.
- Oswald. A proclaim'd prize!
That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh 2845
To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember. The sword is out
That must destroy thee.
- Earl of Gloucester. Now let
thy friendly hand
Put strength enough to't. 2850
- Oswald. Wherefore, bold
Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence!
Lest that th'
infection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm. 2855
- Edgar. Chill not let go,
zir, without vurther 'cagion.
- Oswald. Let go, slave, or
- Edgar. Good gentleman, go
your gait, and let poor voke pass. An chud
ha' bin zwagger'd out of my life,
'twould not ha' bin zo long as
'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th'
old man. Keep out, 2860
che vore ye, or Ise
try whether your costard or my ballow be the
harder. Chill be plain with
- Edgar. Chill pick your
teeth, zir. Come! No matter vor your foins. 2865
- Oswald. Slave, thou hast
slain me. Villain, take my purse.
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body,
And give the letters which thou find'st about me
To Edmund Earl of
Gloucester. Seek him out 2870
Upon the British
party. O, untimely death! Death!
- Edgar. I know thee well. A
As duteous to the vices of thy mistress
would desire. 2875
- Earl of Gloucester. What,
is he dead?
- Edgar. Sit you down,
father; rest you.
Let's see his pockets; these letters that he speaks of
May be my friends. He's dead. I am only sorry
He had no other deathsman.
Let us see. 2880
Leave, gentle wax; and,
manners, blame us not.
To know our enemies' minds, we'ld rip their hearts;
Their papers, is more lawful. Reads the letter.
'Let our reciprocal vows
be rememb'red. You have many
opportunities to cut him off. If your will want
not, time and 2885
place will be fruitfully
offer'd. There is nothing done, if he
return the conqueror. Then am I the
prisoner, and his bed my
jail; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me,
and supply the
place for your labour.
'Your (wife, so I would say)
affectionate servant, 'Goneril.' 2890
indistinguish'd space of woman's will!
A plot upon her virtuous husband's
And the exchange my brother! Here in the sands
Thee I'll rake up,
the post unsanctified
Of murtherous lechers; and in the mature time 2895
With this ungracious paper strike the sight
Of the death-practis'd Duke, For him 'tis well
That of thy death and
business I can tell.
- Earl of Gloucester. The
King is mad. How stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up, and have ingenious
Of my huge sorrows! Better I were
So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs,
And woes by
wrong imaginations lose
The knowledge of themselves.
A drum afar off.
- Edgar. Give me your hand.
Far off methinks I hear the beaten drum.
Come, father, I'll bestow you
with a friend. Exeunt.
||† † †
Act IV, Scene 7
A tent in the French
|† † †
Enter Cordelia, Kent, Doctor, and Gentleman.
- Cordelia. O thou good Kent,
how shall I live and work 2910
To match thy
goodness? My life will be too short
And every measure fail me.
- Earl of Kent. To be
acknowledg'd, madam, is o'erpaid.
All my reports go with the modest truth;
Nor more nor clipp'd, but so. 2915
- Cordelia. Be better suited.
These weeds are memories of those worser hours.
I prithee put them off.
- Earl of Kent. Pardon, dear
Yet to be known shortens my made intent. 2920
My boon I make it that you know me not
time and I think meet.
- Cordelia. Then be't so, my
good lord. [To the Doctor] How, does the King?
- Doctor. Madam, sleeps
- Cordelia. O you kind gods,
Cure this great breach in his abused
Th' untun'd and jarring senses, O, wind up
Of this child-changed
- Doctor. So please your
That we may wake the King? He hath slept long. 2930
- Cordelia. Be govern'd by
your knowledge, and proceed
I' th' sway of your own will. Is he array'd?
Enter Lear in a chair carried by Servants.
- Gentleman. Ay, madam. In
the heaviness of sleep
We put fresh garments on him. 2935
- Doctor. Be by, good madam,
when we do awake him.
I doubt not of his temperance.
- Doctor. Please you draw
near. Louder the music there! 2940
- Cordelia. O my dear father,
Thy medicine on my lips, and let this kiss
violent harms that my two sisters
Have in thy reverence made!
- Earl of Kent. Kind and dear
- Cordelia. Had you not been
their father, these white flakes
Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a
To be oppos'd against the warring winds?
To stand against the deep
In the most terrible and nimble stroke 2950
Of quick cross lightning? to watch- poor
With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog,
Though he had bit me,
should have stood that night
Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor
To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn, 2955
In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once
Had not concluded all.- He
wakes. Speak to him.
- Doctor. Madam, do you; 'tis
- Cordelia. How does my royal
lord? How fares your Majesty? 2960
- Lear. You do me wrong to
take me out o' th' grave.
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like molten lead.
- Cordelia. Sir, do you know
- Lear. You are a spirit, I
know. When did you die?
- Cordelia. Still, still, far
- Doctor. He's scarce awake.
Let him alone awhile.
- Lear. Where have I been?
Where am I? Fair daylight,
I am mightily abus'd. I should e'en die with
To see another thus. I know not
what to say.
I will not swear these are my hands. Let's see.
I feel this
pin prick. Would I were assur'd
Of my condition!
- Cordelia. O, look upon me,
And hold your hands in benediction
No, sir, you must not kneel.
- Lear. Pray, do not mock me.
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward, not an hour more
nor less; 2980
And, to deal plainly,
fear I am not in my perfect mind.
Methinks I should know you, and know this
Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant
What place this is; and
all the skill I have 2985
Remembers not these
garments; nor I know not
Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me;
For (as I am a man) I think this lady
To be my child Cordelia.
- Cordelia. And so I am! I
- Lear. Be your tears wet?
Yes, faith. I pray weep not.
If you have poison for me, I will drink it.
I know you do not love me; for your sisters
Have, as I do remember, done
You have some cause, they have not. 2995
- Cordelia. No cause, no
- Earl of Kent. In your own
- Doctor. Be comforted, good
madam. The great rage 3000
You see is kill'd
in him; and yet it is danger
To make him even o'er the time he has lost.
Desire him to go in. Trouble him no more
Till further settling.
- Cordelia. Will't please
your Highness walk? 3005
- Lear. You must bear with
Pray you now, forget and forgive. I am old and foolish.
Exeunt. Manent Kent and Gentleman.
- Gentleman. Holds it true,
sir, that the Duke of Cornwall was so slain?
- Earl of Kent. Most certain,
- Gentleman. Who is conductor
of his people?
- Earl of Kent. As 'tis said,
the bastard son of Gloucester.
- Gentleman. They say Edgar,
his banish'd son, is with the Earl of Kent
- Earl of Kent. Report is
changeable. 'Tis time to look about; the powers of 3015
the kingdom approach apace.
- Gentleman. The arbitrement
is like to be bloody.
Fare you well, sir. [Exit.]
- Earl of Kent. My point and
period will be throughly wrought,
Or well or ill, as this day's battle's
fought. Exit. 3020
||† † †
Act V, Scene 1
The British camp near
|† † †
Enter, with Drum and Colours, Edmund, Regan,
Gentleman, and Soldiers.
- Edmund. Know of the Duke if
his last purpose hold,
Or whether since he is advis'd by aught
the course. He's full of alteration
And self-reproving. Bring his constant
[Exit an Officer.]
- Regan. Our sister's man is
- Edmund. Tis to be doubted,
- Regan. Now, sweet lord,
You know the goodness I intend upon you. 3030
Tell me- but truly- but then speak the truth-
Do you not love my sister?
- Edmund. In honour'd love.
- Regan. But have you never
found my brother's way
To the forfended place? 3035
- Edmund. That thought abuses
- Regan. I am doubtful that
you have been conjunct
And bosom'd with her, as far as we call hers.
- Edmund. No, by mine honour,
- Regan. I never shall endure
her. Dear my lord, 3040
Be not familiar with
- Edmund. Fear me not.
She and the Duke her husband!
Enter, with Drum and Colours, Albany,
- Goneril. [aside] I
had rather lose the battle than that sister 3045
Should loosen him and me.
- Duke of Albany. Our very
loving sister, well bemet.
Sir, this I hear: the King is come to his
With others whom the rigour of our state
Forc'd to cry out.
Where I could not be honest, 3050
I never yet
was valiant. For this business,
It toucheth us as France invades our land,
Not bolds the King, with others whom, I fear,
Most just and heavy causes
- Edmund. Sir, you speak
- Regan. Why is this
- Goneril. Combine together
'gainst the enemy;
For these domestic and particular broils
Are not the
- Duke of Albany. Let's then
With th' ancient of war on our
- Edmund. I shall attend you
presently at your tent.
- Regan. Sister, you'll go
- Regan. 'Tis most
convenient. Pray you go with us. 3065
- Goneril. [aside] O,
ho, I know the riddle.- I will go.
[As they are going out,] enter
- Edgar. If e'er your Grace
had speech with man so poor,
Hear me one word.
- Duke of Albany. I'll
overtake you.- Speak. 3070
Exeunt [all but Albany and Edgar].
- Edgar. Before you fight the
battle, ope this letter.
If you have victory, let the trumpet sound
him that brought it. Wretched though I seem,
I can produce a champion that
will prove 3075
What is avouched there. If you
Your business of the world hath so an end,
ceases. Fortune love you!
- Duke of Albany. Stay till I
have read the letter.
- Edgar. I was forbid it.
When time shall serve, let but the herald
And I'll appear again.
- Duke of Albany. Why, fare
thee well. I will o'erlook thy paper.
- Edmund. The enemy 's in
view; draw up your powers.
Here is the guess of their true strength and
By diligent discovery; but your haste
Is now urg'd on you.
- Duke of Albany. We will
greet the time. Exit. 3090
- Edmund. To both these
sisters have I sworn my love;
Each jealous of the other, as the stung
Are of the adder. Which of them shall I take?
Both? one? or neither?
Neither can be enjoy'd,
If both remain alive. To take the widow 3095
Exasperates, makes mad her sister Goneril;
And hardly shall I carry out my side,
Her husband being alive. Now then,
His countenance for the battle, which being done,
Let her who
would be rid of him devise 3100
taking off. As for the mercy
Which he intends to Lear and to Cordelia-
The battle done, and they within our power,
Shall never see his pardon;
for my state
Stands on me to defend, not to debate. Exit. 3105
||† † †
Act V, Scene 2
A field between the two
camps. Alarum within.
|† † †
Enter, with Drum and Colours, the Powers of
France over the stage, Cordelia with her Father in her hand, and exeunt. Enter
Edgar and Gloucester.
- Edgar. Here, father, take
the shadow of this tree
For your good host. Pray that the right may thrive.
If ever I return to you again,
I'll bring you comfort. 3110
- Earl of Gloucester. Grace
go with you, sir!
Alarum and retreat within. Enter Edgar,
- Edgar. Away, old man! give
me thy hand! away!
King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en. 3115
Give me thy hand! come on!
- Earl of Gloucester. No
further, sir. A man may rot even here.
- Edgar. What, in ill
thoughts again? Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming
Ripeness is all. Come on. 3120
- Earl of Gloucester. And
that's true too. Exeunt.
||† † †
Act V, Scene 3
The British camp, near
|† † †
Enter, in conquest, with Drum and Colours,
Edmund; Lear and Cordelia as prisoners; Soldiers, Captain.
- Edmund. Some officers take
them away. Good guard
Until their greater pleasures first be known
are to censure them. 3125
- Cordelia. We are not the
Who with best meaning have incurr'd the worst.
For thee, oppressed
king, am I cast down;
Myself could else outfrown false Fortune's frown.
Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters? 3130
- Lear. No, no, no, no! Come,
let's away to prison.
We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage.
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down
And ask of thee
forgiveness. So we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and
At gilded butterflies, and hear
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too-
and who wins; who's in, who's out-
And take upon 's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies; and we'll wear out, 3140
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great
That ebb and flow by th' moon.
- Lear. Upon such sacrifices,
The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught thee? 3145
He that parts us shall bring a brand from
And fire us hence like foxes. Wipe thine eyes.
shall devour 'em, flesh and fell,
Ere they shall make us weep! We'll see 'em
Come. Exeunt [Lear and Cordelia, guarded]. 3150
- Edmund. Come hither,
Take thou this note [gives a paper]. Go follow them to
One step I have advanc'd thee. If thou dost
As this instructs
thee, thou dost make thy way
To noble fortunes. Know thou this, that men
Are as the time is. To be tender-minded
Does not become a sword. Thy great employment
Will not bear question.
Either say thou'lt do't,
Or thrive by other means.
- Captain. I'll do't, my
- Edmund. About it! and write
happy when th' hast done.
Mark- I say, instantly; and carry it so
have set it down.
- Captain. I cannot draw a
cart, nor eat dried oats;
If it be man's work, I'll do't. Exit. 3165
Flourish. Enter Albany, Goneril, Regan,
- Duke of Albany. Sir, you
have show'd to-day your valiant strain,
And fortune led you well. You have
Who were the opposites of this day's strife.
We do require
them of you, so to use them 3170
As we shall
find their merits and our safety
May equally determine.
- Edmund. Sir, I thought it
To send the old and miserable King
To some retention and appointed
Whose age has charms in it, whose
To pluck the common bosom on his side
And turn our impress'd
lances in our eyes
Which do command them. With him I sent the Queen,
reason all the same; and they are ready 3180
To-morrow, or at further space, t' appear
Where you shall hold your session. At this time
We sweat and bleed: the
friend hath lost his friend;
And the best quarrels, in the heat, are curs'd
By those that feel their sharpness. 3185
The question of Cordelia and her father
Requires a fitter place.
- Duke of Albany. Sir, by
I hold you but a subject of this war,
Not as a brother.
- Regan. That's as we list to
Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded
Ere you had
spoke so far. He led our powers,
Bore the commission of my place and person,
The which immediacy may well stand up 3195
And call itself your brother.
- Goneril. Not so hot!
his own grace he doth exalt himself
More than in your addition.
- Regan. In my rights 3200
By me invested, he compeers the best.
- Goneril. That were the most
if he should husband you.
- Regan. Jesters do oft prove
- Goneril. Holla, holla!
That eye that told you so look'd but asquint. 3205
- Regan. Lady, I am not well;
else I should answer
From a full-flowing stomach. General,
Take thou my
soldiers, prisoners, patrimony;
Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine.
Witness the world that I create thee here 3210
My lord and master.
- Goneril. Mean you to enjoy
- Duke of Albany. The
let-alone lies not in your good will.
- Edmund. Nor in thine, lord.
- Duke of Albany. Half-blooded fellow, yes. 3215
- Regan. [to Edmund]
Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
- Duke of Albany. Stay yet;
hear reason. Edmund, I arrest thee
On capital treason; and, in thine
This gilded serpent [points to Goneril]. For your claim,
I bar it in the interest
of my wife.
'Tis she is subcontracted to this lord,
And I, her husband,
contradict your banes.
If you will marry, make your loves to me;
is bespoke. 3225
- Duke of Albany. Thou art
arm'd, Gloucester. Let the trumpet sound.
If none appear to prove upon thy
Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons,
There is my pledge
[throws down a glove]! I'll prove it on thy 3230
Ere I taste bread, thou art in
Than I have here proclaim'd thee.
- Goneril. [aside] If
not, I'll ne'er trust medicine. 3235
- Edmund. There's my exchange
[throws down a glove]. What in the world
That names me
traitor, villain-like he lies.
Call by thy trumpet. He that dares approach,
On him, on you, who not? I will maintain 3240
My truth and honour firmly.
- Duke of Albany. A herald,
- Edmund. A herald, ho, a
- Duke of Albany. Trust to
thy single virtue; for thy soldiers,
All levied in my name, have in my name
Took their discharge.
- Regan. My sickness grows
- Duke of Albany. She is not
well. Convey her to my tent.
[Exit Regan, led. Enter a Herald.]
Come hither, herald. Let the trumpet sound, 3250
And read out this.
- Captain. Sound, trumpet! A
- Herald. [reads] 'If
any man of quality or degree within the lists of
the army will maintain upon
Edmund, supposed Earl of Gloucester,
that he is a manifold traitor, let him
appear by the third sound 3255
of the trumpet.
He is bold in his defence.'
- Edmund. Sound! First
- Herald. Again! Second
- Herald. Again! Third
Trumpet answers within.
Enter Edgar, armed, at the third sound, a
Trumpet before him.
- Duke of Albany. Ask him his
purposes, why he appears
Upon this call o' th' trumpet.
- Herald. What are you?
Your name, your quality? and why you answer 3265
This present summons?
- Edgar. Know my name is
By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit.
Yet am I noble as
I come to cope. 3270
- Duke of Albany. Which is
- Edgar. What's he that
speaks for Edmund Earl of Gloucester?
- Edmund. Himself. What
say'st thou to him?
- Edgar. Draw thy sword,
That, if my speech offend a noble heart, 3275
Thy arm may do thee justice. Here is mine.
Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours,
My oath, and my profession.
Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence,
victor sword and fire-new fortune, 3280
valour and thy heart- thou art a traitor;
False to thy gods, thy brother,
and thy father;
Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince;
from th' extremest upward of thy head
To the descent and dust beneath thy
A most toad-spotted traitor. Say
This sword, this arm, and my best spirits are bent
upon thy heart, whereto I speak,
- Edmund. In wisdom I should
ask thy name; 3290
But since thy outside looks
so fair and warlike,
And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes,
What safe and nicely I might well delay
By rule of knighthood, I disdain
Back do I toss those treasons to thy head; 3295
With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart;
Which- for they yet glance by and scarcely bruise-
This sword of mine
shall give them instant way
Where they shall rest for ever. Trumpets, speak!
Alarums. Fight. [Edmund falls.]
- Duke of Albany. Save him,
- Goneril. This is mere
By th' law of arms thou wast not bound to answer
An unknown opposite. Thou art not vanquish'd,
But cozen'd and beguil'd.
- Duke of Albany. Shut your
Or with this paper shall I stop it. [Shows her her letter to
Edmund.]- [To Edmund]. Hold, sir.
[To Goneril] Thou
worse than any name, read thine own evil.
No tearing, lady! I perceive you
know it. 3310
- Goneril. Say if I do- the
laws are mine, not thine.
Who can arraign me for't?
- Duke of Albany. Most
Know'st thou this paper?
- Goneril. Ask me not what I
know. Exit. 3315
- Duke of Albany. Go after
her. She's desperate; govern her.
[Exit an Officer.]
- Edmund. What, you have
charg'd me with, that have I done,
And more, much more. The time will bring
'Tis past, and so am I.- But what art thou 3320
That hast this fortune on me? If thou'rt noble,
I do forgive thee.
- Edgar. Let's exchange
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;
If more, the more
th' hast wrong'd me. 3325
My name is Edgar and
thy father's son.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
instruments to scourge us.
The dark and vicious place where thee he got
Cost him his eyes. 3330
- Edmund. Th' hast spoken
right; 'tis true.
The wheel is come full circle; I am here.
- Duke of Albany. Methought
thy very gait did prophesy
A royal nobleness. I must embrace thee.
sorrow split my heart if ever I 3335
thee, or thy father!
- Edgar. Worthy prince, I
- Duke of Albany. Where have
you hid yourself?
How have you known the miseries of your father?
- Edgar. By nursing them, my
lord. List a brief tale; 3340
And when 'tis
told, O that my heart would burst!
The bloody proclamation to escape
That follow'd me so near (O, our lives' sweetness!
That with the pain of
death would hourly die
Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift 3345
Into a madman's rags, t' assume a semblance
That very dogs disdain'd; and in this habit
Met I my father with his
Their precious stones new lost; became his guide,
him, begg'd for him, sav'd him from despair; 3350
Never (O fault!) reveal'd myself unto him
Until some half hour past, when I was arm'd,
Not sure, though hoping of
this good success,
I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last
my pilgrimage. But his flaw'd heart 3355
(Alack, too weak the conflict to support!)
'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief,
- Edmund. This speech of
yours hath mov'd me,
And shall perchance do good; but speak you on; 3360
You look as you had something more to say.
- Duke of Albany. If there be
more, more woful, hold it in;
For I am almost ready to dissolve,
- Edgar. This would have
seem'd a period 3365
To such as love not
sorrow; but another,
To amplify too much, would make much more,
Whilst I was big in clamour, came there a man,
seen me in my worst estate, 3370
abhorr'd society; but then, finding
Who 'twas that so endur'd, with his
He fastened on my neck, and bellowed out
As he'd burst
heaven; threw him on my father;
Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him
That ever ear receiv'd; which in
His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life
crack. Twice then the trumpets sounded,
And there I left him tranc'd.
- Duke of Albany. But who was
- Edgar. Kent, sir, the
banish'd Kent; who in disguise
Followed his enemy king and did him service
Improper for a slave.
Enter a Gentleman with a bloody knife.
- Gentleman. Help, help! O,
- Edgar. What kind of help?
- Duke of Albany. Speak, man.
- Edgar. What means that
- Gentleman. 'Tis hot, it
It came even from the heart of- O! she's dead! 3390
- Duke of Albany. Who dead?
- Gentleman. Your lady, sir,
your lady! and her sister
By her is poisoned; she hath confess'd it.
- Edmund. I was contracted to
them both. All three
Now marry in an instant. 3395
- Duke of Albany. Produce
their bodies, be they alive or dead.
judgement of the heavens, that makes us tremble 3400
Touches us not with pity. O, is this he?
The time will not allow the compliment
That very manners urges.
- Earl of Kent. I am come
To bid my king and master aye good night. 3405
Is he not here?
- Duke of Albany. Great thing
of us forgot!
Speak, Edmund, where's the King? and where's Cordelia?
[The bodies of Goneril and Regan are brought in.]
Seest thou this
object, Kent? 3410
- Earl of Kent. Alack, why
- Edmund. Yet Edmund was
The one the other poisoned for my sake,
And after slew herself.
- Duke of Albany. Even so.
Cover their faces. 3415
- Edmund. I pant for life.
Some good I mean to do,
Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send
brief in't) to the castle; for my writ
Is on the life of Lear and on
Nay, send in time. 3420
- Duke of Albany. Run, run,
- Edgar. To who, my lord? Who
has the office? Send
Thy token of reprieve.
- Edmund. Well thought on.
Take my sword;
Give it the Captain. 3425
- Duke of Albany. Haste thee
for thy life. [Exit Edgar.]
- Edmund. He hath commission
from thy wife and me
To hang Cordelia in the prison and
To lay the blame
upon her own despair
That she fordid herself. 3430
- Duke of Albany. The gods
defend her! Bear him hence awhile.
[Edmund is borne off.]
Enter Lear, with Cordelia [dead] in his arms,
[Edgar, Captain, and others following].
- Lear. Howl, howl, howl,
howl! O, you are men of stone.
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so
That heaven's vault should crack. She's
gone for ever!
I know when one is dead, and when one lives.
as earth. Lend me a looking glass.
If that her breath will mist or stain the
Why, then she lives. 3440
- Earl of Kent. Is this the
- Edgar. Or image of that
- Duke of Albany. Fall and
- Lear. This feather stirs;
she lives! If it be so,
It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows 3445
That ever I have felt.
- Earl of Kent. O my good
- Edgar. 'Tis noble Kent,
- Lear. A plague upon you,
murderers, traitors all! 3450
I might have
sav'd her; now she's gone for ever!
Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha!
What is't thou say'st, Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low- an
excellent thing in woman.
I kill'd the slave that was a-hanging thee. 3455
- Captain. 'Tis true, my
lords, he did.
- Lear. Did I not, fellow?
I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion
I would have made them
skip. I am old now,
And these same crosses spoil me. Who are you? 3460
Mine eyes are not o' th' best. I'll tell you
- Earl of Kent. If fortune
brag of two she lov'd and hated,
One of them we behold.
- Lear. This' a dull sight.
Are you not Kent?
- Earl of Kent. The same-
Your servant Kent. Where is your servant
- Lear. He's a good fellow, I
can tell you that.
He'll strike, and quickly too. He's dead and rotten.
- Earl of Kent. No, my good
lord; I am the very man-
- Lear. I'll see that
- Earl of Kent. That from
your first of difference and decay
Have followed your sad steps.
- Lear. You're welcome
- Earl of Kent. Nor no man
else! All's cheerless, dark, and deadly.
Your eldest daughters have fordone
And desperately are dead.
- Duke of Albany. He knows
not what he says; and vain is it
That we present us to him.
- Edgar. Very bootless. 3480
Enter a Captain.
- Captain. Edmund is dead, my
- Duke of Albany. That's but
a trifle here.
You lords and noble friends, know our intent.
comfort to this great decay may come 3485
Shall be applied. For us, we will resign,
During the life of this old Majesty,
To him our absolute power; [to
Edgar and Kent] you to your
With boot, and such addition as
your honours 3490
Have more than merited.- All
friends shall taste
The wages of their virtue, and all foes
The cup of
their deservings.- O, see, see!
- Lear. And my poor fool is
hang'd! No, no, no life!
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, 3495
And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no
Never, never, never, never, never!
Pray you undo this button.
Thank you, sir.
Do you see this? Look on her! look! her lips!
there, look there! He dies. 3500
- Edgar. He faints! My lord,
- Earl of Kent. Break, heart;
I prithee break!
- Earl of Kent. Vex not his
ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him
That would upon the rack of this tough
Stretch him out longer.
- Edgar. He is gone indeed.
- Earl of Kent. The wonder
is, he hath endur'd so long.
He but usurp'd his life.
- Duke of Albany. Bear them
from hence. Our present business 3510
general woe. [To Kent and Edgar] Friends of my soul, you
Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain.
- Earl of Kent. I have a
journey, sir, shortly to go.
My master calls me; I must not say no. 3515
- Duke of Albany. The weight
of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest have borne most; we that are young
Shall never see so much,
nor live so long.
Exeunt with a dead march.