Io pity of his misery, to dispatch
His nighted life : Moreover to descry
The strength o'th' Enemy.

Srew, I'muft needs afrer him, Madam, with my Letter. Reg. Our Troops set forth to murrow, stay with us: The ways are danger us.

Stew. I may not, Madam;
My Lidy cha'g'd my duty in this business.

Reg. Why should she write to Edmund?
Might not you transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Some things, I know not what I'll love thee much-
Let me unfeal the Letter.

Stew. Madam, I had rather

Reg. I know your Lady de's not love her Husband,
I am sure of that: and at her late bing here,
She gave (trange ciliads, and most speaking looks
To Noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.

Stew. 1, Madam?

Reg. I speak in understanding: You're; I know'r;
Therefore I do advise you take this Note,
My Lord is dead; Edmund and I have talkid,
And more convenient is he for my hand
Than for your Lady's: You may gather more:
If you do find him, pray you give him this;
And when your Mistress hears thus much from you,

pray defire her call her wisdom to her.
So fare you well.
If you do chance to hear of that blird Traitor,
Preferment falls on him, that cuts him off.

Stew. Would I could meet him, Madam, I should shew
What party I do follow.
Reg. Fare thee well.

[Excunt. S CE N E V.

The Country. Enter Gloster and Edgar. Glo. When shall I come to th' top of that same Hill? Edg. You do climb up it now. Look how we labour. Glo. Methinks the ground is even.

Edg. Horrible steep. Hark, do you hear the Sea ?


Glo. No truly.

Edg. Why then your other Senses grow imperfe& By your Eyes anguish.

Glo. So may it be indeed,
Mechinks thy Voice is alter'd, and thou speak'st
In better phrase, and matter than thou did ft.

Edg. You're much deceived : ja nothing am I changed But in my Garments.

Glo. Methinks you're better spoken.

Edg. Come on, Sir,
Here's the place ; stand still. How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast ones Eyes so low !
The Crows and Choughs, that wing the midway air
Shew scarce fo gross as Beetles. Half way down
Hangs one that gathers Samphire ; dreadful trade :
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.
The Fisher-men that walk upon the beach,
Appear like Mice; and yond tall Anchoring Bark,
Diminish'd to her Cock; her Cock, a Buoy
Almost too small for fight. The murmuring Surge,
That on th’unnumbred idle Pebble chafes
Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient light
Topple down headlong.

Glo. Set me where you stand.

Edg. Give me your hand :
You are now within a foot of th' extream Verge :
For all beneath the Moon would not I leap upright.

Glo. Let go my hand :
Here Friend's, another purse, in it, a Jewel
Well worth a poor Man's taking. Fairies, and gods
Prosper it with thee. Go thou further off,
Bid me farewel, and let me hear thee going.
Edg. Now fare ye well, good Sir.

[Seems to go Glo. With all my heart, Edg. Why do I trifle thus with his despairs 'Tis done to cure it.

Glo. O you mighty gods !
This World I do renounce, and in your fights
Shake patiently my great afflition off :
If I could bear it longer, and not fall


To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My inuff, and loathed part of Nature should
Burn it telf out. If Edgar livę, o bless him.
Now Fellow, fare thee well. (He leaps and falls along.

Edg. Good Sir, farewel.
And yet I know bot how conceit may rob
The treasure of Life, when Life it felf
Yields to the Theft. Had he been where he thought,
By chis had thought been pait. Alive, or dead?
Hoa, you Sir! Friend! her, you Sir! speak!
Thus roight he pals indeed yet he revives.
What are you, Sir?

Gla. Away, and let me dic.

Edg. Had'st thou been ought butGozemore, feathers and Air, So many fachom dowo precipitating, Thoud'st shiver'd like an Egg: but thou doft breath; Haft heavy substance, bleed'st not; speak, art sound? Ten Mafts at least, make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fallen; Thy Life's a Miracle. Speak yet again.

Glo. But have I fall'n, or no ?

Edg. From the dread Summet of this Chalky Bourn
Look up, a height, the Thrill gor'd Lark fo fir
Cannot be seen or heard: Do but look up.

Gle. Alack, I have no Eyes;
Is wretcheduess depriv'd that benefit
To end it self by death? 'Twas yet some comforta
When misery could beguile the Tyrant's rage,
And frustrate his proud will.

Edg. Give me your arm.
Up, fo... How is't? Feel you your Legs? You stande,
Glo. Too well, too well.

Edg. This is above all ftrargeness.
Upon the Crown o'ch' Cliff, wbac thing was that
Which parted from you?

Glo. A poor unfortunate Beggar.

Edg. As I stood here below, methought his Eyes
Were two full Moons: he had a thousand Noles,
Horns walk'd, and way'd like the enraged Sta;
It was some Fiend: therefore thou happy Father,
Think that the clearest gods, who make them honours


Of Mens impossibilities, have preservd thee.

Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear
Affliction, 'till it do cry out it felf
Enough, enough, and die. That thing you speak of,
I took it for a Man; often 'would say
The Fiend, the Fiend he led me to that place,
Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts.

Enter Lear.
But who comcs here?
The safer Sense will ne'er accommodate
His Master thus.

Lear. No, they cannot touch me for Coyning, I am the King himself.

Edg. O thou fide-piercing fight!

Lear. Nature's above Art, in that respe&. There's your Press-mony. That Fellow handles bis Bow like a Cow. keeper: draw me a Clothier's Yard. Look, look, a Mouse. Peace, Peace, this piece of toasted Cheese will do'tThere's my Gauntlet, I'll prove it on a Giant. Bring up the brown Bills. O well flown Bird: i'th' clout, i'ch clout: Hewgh. Give the word.

Edg. Sweet Marjoram,
Lear. Pass.
Glo. I know that Voice.

Lear. Ha! Gonerill with a white Beard. They flatter'd me like a Dog, and told me I had white Hairs in my Beard, e'er the black ones were there. To say Ay, and No, to every thing that I faid-Ay and No too, was no good Di. vinity. When the Rain came to wet me once, and Wind to make me chatter: when the Thunder would 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 I was every thing: 'Tis a Lie, I am not Ague proof.

Glo. The trick of that Voice, I do well remember: Is'. no: the King?

Lear. Ay, every inch a King.
When I do stare, see how the Subject quakes,
I pardon chat Man's Life. What was thy cause?
Adultery? thou shall not die ; die for Adultery?
No, the Wren goes to't, and the small gilded Flie
Doe's letcher in my light. Let Copulation thrive:


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For Gloster's Bastard Son was kinder to his father,
Thao my Daughters got 'tween the lawful sheets.
To't Luxury pell-mell, for I lack Soldiers.
Behold yon simpering Dame, whole face, between her Forks,
presages Snow; that minces Virtue, and do's shake the Head
to hear of Pleasures name. The Fitchew, nor the soyled
Horse goes to't with a more riotous Appetite : down from
the waste they are Centaures, though Women all above:
but to the Girdle do tbe Gods inherit, beneath is all the
fiends. There's Hell, there's Darkoefs, there is the fulphu-
rous Pit, Burning, Scalding, Stench, Consumption : Fie;
fic, fie; pah, pah: Give me an Ounce of Civet; good
Apothecary sweeten my Imagination: There's Mony for thee.

Glo. O let me kiss that Hand.
Lear. Let me wipe it first, it smells of Mortality.

Glo. O ruin'd piece of Nature, this great World
Shall so wear out to naught. Do'st theu know mo?

Lear. I remember thine Eyes well enough: do'st thou squiny at me? No, do thy worst blind Cupid, I'll not love. Read thou this challenge, mark but the penning of it.

Glo. Were all tliy Letters Suns, I could not fee one,

Edg. I would not take this from report ;
It is, and my Heart breaks at it.

Lear. Read.
Glo. What, with this Case of Eyes?

Lear. Oh ho, are you there with me? No Eyes in your Head, nor ro Mony in your Purse? Your Eyes are in heavy cafe, your Purle in a light, yet you see how this World goes.

Glo. I see it feelingly.

Lear. What, art mad ? A Man may fee how this World gaes, with no Eyes. Look with thine Ears: See how yond Justice rails upon yond simple Thief. Hark in thine Ear: Change places, and Handy-dandy, which is the Justice, which is the Thief: Thou hast seen a Farmer's Dog bark ac a Beggar?

Glo. Ay Sir.

Lear. And the Creature run from the Cur: there thou might'st behold, the great Image .of. Authority, a Dog's obey'd in Office. Thou, Rascal Beadle, hold thy bloody Hand: why do'st thou lash that Whore? Strip thy own Back, thow hotly luft'st to use her in that kind, for which


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