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Kent. All the power of his Wits, have given way to his Impatience: The Gods reward your Kindness.

Enter Lear, Edgar, and Fool. Edg. Fraterreto calls me, and tells me Nero is an Angler in the Lake of Darkness: Pray Innocent, and bleware the foul Fiend.

Fool. Prithee. Nuncle, tell me, whether a Madman be a Gentieman, or a Yeoman.

Lear. A King, a King.

Foot. No, he's a Yeoman, that has a Gentleman to his Son: For he's a Yeoman that sees his Son a Gentleman before him.

Lear. To have a thousand with red burning Spits
Come hizzing in upon 'em.

Edg. Bless thy five Wits.

Kent. O pity! Sir, where is the patience now,
That
you

so oft have boasted to remain ?
Edg. My Tears begin to take his part so much
They mar my Counterfeiting.

[Afide.
Leao. The little Dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart; see, they bark at me

Edg. Tom will throw his head at them; avaunt, you Curs!
Be thy Mouth or black or white,
Tooth that Poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, Gray-hound, Mungril grim,
Hound or Spaniel, Brache, or Hym;
Or Bobtail tike, or Trundle tail,
Tom will make him weep and wail,
For with throwing thus my Herd;
Dogs leap the harch, and all are fled.
Do, de, de, de: Sele; come, march to Wakes and Fairs,
And Market Towns; poor Tom, thy horn is dry. [Exit.

Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan See what
breeds about her Heart-Is there ary cause in Nature
that make these hard Hearts? You, Sir, I entertain for one
of
my

hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your Garments. You will say they are Persian; but let chembe chang'd.

Enter Glofter.
Kent. Now, good my Lord, lye here, and rest a while.

Lear.

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Lear, Make no noise, make no noise, draw the Curtains: Sv, fo, we'll go to Supper i'th' Morning.

Fool. And I'll go to Bed at Noon, Glo. Come hither, Friend; where is the King, my Master? Kent. Here, Sir, but trouble him not, his Wits are gone. Glo. Good Friend, I prithee take him in thy Arms; I have o'er-heard a Plot of deach upon him: There is a Litter ready, lay him io'r; And drive towar Dover, Friend, where thou shalt meet Both welcome and protection. Take up thy Mafter. If thou should'st dally half an Hour, his Life, With thine, and all that offer to defend him, Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up, And follow me, that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct. Come, come away. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Glofter's Castle. Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Bastard, and Servants.

Corn. Post speedily to my Lord your Husband, thew him this Letter, the Army of France is landed; feck out the Traitor Gloster.

Reg. Hang him instantly.
Gon. Pluck out his Eyes.

Corn. Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our Sister Company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traiterous Father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the Duke where you are going, to a most festinate Preparation; we are bound to the like. Our Posts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewel dear Sifter, farewel my Lord of Glofter.

Enter Steward.
How now? Where's the King?

Stew. My Lord of Glofter had convey'd him hence.
Some five or fix and thirty of his Knights,
Hot Questrists after him, met him at Gate,
Who, with some other of the Lords dependants,
Are gone with him toward Dover; where they boast
To have well armed Friends.
Corn. Get Horses for your Mistress,

Gon,

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Gon. Farewel, [weet Lord, and Sifter. [Exeunt.

Corn. Edmund farewel : go seek the Traitor Glofter,
Pinion him like a Thief, bring him before us :
Though well we may not pals upon his life
Without the Form of Justice ; yet our power
Shall do a court' lie to our wrath, which Men
May blame, but not controul.

Enter Glofter Prisoner, and Servants.
Who's there? the Traitor ?

Reg. Ingrateful Fox ! 'tis he.
Corn. Bind fast bis corky Arms.

Glo. What mean your Graces ?
Good my Friends, consider you are my Guests :
Do me no foul play, Friends.
Corn. Bind him I say.

[They bind him.
Reg. Hard, hard : O filthy Traitor !
Glo. Unmerciful Lady, as you are, I'm none.

Corn. To this Chair bind him,
Villain, thou shalt find.

Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done
To pluck me by the Beard.

Reg. So white, and such a Traitor ?

Glo. Naughty Lady,
These Hairs which thou do'st ravish from my Chia
Will quicken and accuse chee. I am your Hoft,
With Robbers hands, my hospitable favours
You should not ruffle thús. What will you do?

Corn. Come, Sir, what Letters had you late from France?
Reg. Be fimple answers, for we know the truch.

Corn. And what Confederacy have you with the Traitors
Late footed in the Kingdom?

Reg. To whose hands
You have sent the Lunatick King ? speak.

Glo. I have a Letter gueffingly fet down
Which came from one that's of a neutral Heart,
And not from one oppos'd.

Corn. Cunning
Reg. And falfe.
Corn. Where haft thou sent the King ?
Glo. To Dover.
Vol. V.

Reg.

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Reg. Wherefore to Dover ? Walt thou not charg'd at peril?

Corn. Wherefore to Dover ? Let him answer that.

Glo. I am ty'd to th’Stake, And I must stand the Course.

Reg. Wherefore ro Dover ?

Glo. Because I would not be thy cruel Nails
Pluck out his poor old Eyes ; nor thy fierce Sister,
In his anointed Flesh, stick boarish phangs,
The Sea, with such a storm as his bare Head
In Hell-black-night indur’d, would have buoy'd up
And quench'd the Steeled fires :
Yet poor old Heart, he holp the Heav'ns to rain.
If Wolves had at thy Gate howld that ftern time,
Thou should't have said, good Porter'turn the Key;
All Cruels else {ubfcribe : but I thall see
The winged Vengeance overtake fuch Children.
Corn. See't falt thou never.

Fellows hold the Chair. Upon these Eyes of thine, I'll set my foot. [Glofter is held down while Cornwall treads out one of his Eyes.

Glo. He that will think to live, 'till he be old,
Give me some help, cruel ! O you gods !

Reg. One fide will mock another ; ch'other too.
Corn. If you see Vengeance

Ser. Hold your hand, my Lord :
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. .

Reg. How now, you Dog?

Ser. If you did wear a Beard upon your Chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?

Corn. My Villain !(Fight, in the scuffle Cornwall is wounded. Ser. Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger. Reg. Give me thy Sword. A Peasant stand up thus?

(Kills him. Ser. Oh, I am slain my Lord, you have one Eye lek To fee some mischief on him. Oh

(Dies

. Corn. Lelt it fee more, prevent it ; Out vild gelly: Where is thy lustre now?

[Trends ont the olher Eya

. Glo. All dark and comfortless, Where's my Son Edmund ?

Edmund,

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Edmund, enkindle all the fparks of Nature
To quit his horrid act.

Reg. Out treacherous Villain,
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.

Glo. O my Follies ! then Edgar was abus'd.
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him.

Reg. Go thrust him out at Gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover.

[Exit with Gloster. How is't my Lord? How look you?

Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt ; follow me, Lady
Turn out that Eyeless Villain ; throw this Slave
Upon the Dụnghil - Regan, f bleed apace,
Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm. [Excunt.

A C T IV.

SCENE I.

SCENE An open Country.

Edz. Y

Enter Edgar.
TET better thus, and known to be contemn'd,

Than still contemn'd and flzcter'd, to be worst:
The lowest, and most deject thing of Fortune,
Stands still in esperance, lives not in fiar.
The lamentable change is from the best,
The worst returns to laughter. Welci me then,
Thou unsubftantia! Air that I embrace :
The Wre:ch that thou haft blown unto the worst,
Owes nothing to my blafts,

Enter Glofter, 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.

Old Man. O`my good Lord, I have been your Tenant,
And your Father's Tenant, these fourscore Years.
Glo. Away, get thee away: good Friend be gone,

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