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I feel this Pin prick, would I were assurd
Cor. O look upon me, Sir,
hand in benedi&tion o'er me, You must not kneel.
Lear. Pray do not mock me ;
Cor. And so I am ; I am.
Cer. No cause, no cause,
Gent. Be comforted, good Madam, the great rage
Cor. Willc pleale your Highness walk?
Lear. You must bear with me ; Pray you now forget, and forgive, I am old and foolish.
A CT V.
A Camp .
Enter Bastard, Rogan, Gentlemen, and Soldiers.
Now of the Duke if his laft purpose hold,
Or whether since he is advis’d by ought
Reg. Our Sister's Man is certainly miscarried.
Reg. Now sweet Lord,
Baft. In honour'd Love.
Reg. But have you never found my Brother's way, To the fore-fended place?
Baft. No by mine Honour, Madam.
Reg. I never shall endure her ; dear my Lord,
Enter Albany, Gonerill, and Soldiers.
Reg. Why is this reason'd?
Gon. Combine together 'gainst the Enemy:
Alb. Let's then determine with th'ancient of War
Reg. Sister, you'll go with us?
Manet Albany. Enter Edgar.
Alb. I'll overtake you, speak.
Alb. Stay 'till I have read the Litter.
Edg. I was forbid it.
[Exit. -Alb. Why fare thee well, I will o'erlook thy Paper.
[Exit. Baft. To both these Sisters have I sworn my love: Each jealous of the other, as the stung Are of the Adder. Which of them th all I take? Both? One? Or neither? Neither can be enjoy'd, If both remain alive: To take the Widow, Exasperates, makes mad her Sister Gonerill, And hardly thall I carry out my fide, Her Husband being alive. Now then, we'll use His countenance for the Battel, which being done, Let her who would be rid of him, devise His speedy taking off. As for the mercy Which he intends to Lear, and to Cordelia, The Battel done, and they within our power; Shall never see his pardon: for my state, Stands on me to defend, not to debate.
Alarum within. Enter with Drum and Colours, Lear,
Enter Edgar and Gloster.
[Exit. [ Alarum and Retreat withir,
Glo. No further Sir, a Man may rot even here.
[Exeunt. SCEN E III. Enter Bastard, Lear and Cordelia as Prisoners, Soldiers,
Cor. We are not the firft,
Lear. No, no, no, no; come let's away to Prison;
Talk of Court News, and we'll talk with them too,
Bast. Take them away.
Lear. Upon fuch facrifics, my Cordelia, The Gods themselves throw incenle. Have I caughe thee? He that parts us, shall bring a Brand from Heav'n, And fire us hence, like Foxes; wipe thine Eye, The good Years shall devour them, fl. fh and fell, E’er they mall make us weep, We'll see 'em (tarv'd first: Come.
[Exit. Bast. Come hither Captain, hark.
[Whispering. Take thou this Note, go follow them to Prison, One step I have advanc'd thee, if thou doft 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 mirded Do's not become a Sword; thy great Imp'oyment Will not bear question; either say chou'lt do't, Or thrive by other means.
Capt. I'll do'r, my Lord.
Baft. About it, and write happy, when thou'st done.
Bast. Sir, I thought it fit, To send the nld and misirable King to fome retention ; Whose Age had Chaims in it, whfe Tule mer, To pluck the common Borim on his fide, And turn our impreft Launces in our Eyes Which do command them. With him I sent the Queer,