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What will, hap more to-night; safe 'scape the King !
Lurk, lurk.

[Exit Edgar.

Act IV. Scene VI. Edgar and Glo'ster.

Enter Lear, mad.

But who comes here?


The safer fense will ne'er accommodate
His master thus-

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

Edg. O thou side-piercing fight!

Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. There's your press-money. That fellow handles his bow like a crowkeeper) Draw me a clothier's yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace ;- this piece of toasted cheese will do't. There's my gauntlet, I'll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. o, well-fown, bird ! i'th' clout, i' the clout: hewgh.--Give the word.

Edg. Sweet marjoram,
Lear. Pass.
Glo. I know that voice.

Lear Ha! Goneril! with a white beard! They flattered 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 every thing I said! Ay and No too was no good divinity. When the rain camę to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men of their words: they told me I was every thing; 'tis a lie; I am not aque-proof.

Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remember:
Is't not the King ?

Lear. Ay, every inch a king.
When I do ftare, fee how the subject quakes.

I pardon that man's life. What was the cause ?
Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery! No;
The wren goes to’t, and the small gilded Ay
Does lecher in my fight.
Let copulation thrive; for Glo'fer's bastard son
Was kinder to his father than my daughters,
Got 'ween the lawful sheets.
To't luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.--
Behold yon fimpering dame,
Whofe face between her forks presageth snow;
That minces virtue, and does shake the head
To hear of pieafure's name ;
The fitchew, nor the foiled horse, goes to 't
With a more riotous appetite.
Down from the waist they are centiurs,
Though women all above :
But to the girdle do the gods inherit;
Beneath is all the fiends.; there's hell, there's darkness,
There is the fulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, Con-

sumption. Fy, fy, fy! pah, pah!
Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary,
To sweeten my imagination! There's money 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 nought. Doft thou know me?

Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny at me ? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid! I'll not love

re Read thou this challenge: mark but the penning of it.

Glo. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one.

Edg. I would not take this from report. It is,
And my heart breaks at it.

Leur. Read.
Gle. What with this case of eyes ?

Lear. Oh, 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.

Glo. I see it feelingly,

Lear. What! art mad? A man may see how this world goes, with no eyesy Look with thine ears : see how yond


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juftice rails upon yond fimple 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 at 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 doit thou lah that whore? Strip thy own back; Thou hotly lust'it to use her in that kind For which thou whipp'ít her. Th’usurer hangs the cozener. Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate fin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it, None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em : Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes, And, like a fcurvy politician, seem To fee the things thou dost not. Now,now, now, now! Pull off my boots. Harder, harder. Se.

Edg. O matter and impertinency mix'd!
Reason in madness!

Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough, thy name is Glofter.
Thou must be patient: we came crying hither;
Thou know's, the first time that we smell the air,
We wawłe and cry. I will preach to thee. Mark

Gle. Alack, alack the day!

Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come
To this great itage of fools.--This a good block !
It were a delicate stratagem to foe
A troop of horse with felt; I'll put ?t in proof;
And when I have folen upon these sons-in-law,
Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill !

Enter a Gentleman, with attendants.
Gent. O, here he is, lay hand upon him.-Sir,
Your most dear daughter

Lear. No rescue? What! a prisoner? I am ever The natural fool of fortune. Ule me well,


You shall have ransom. Let me have furgeons ;
I am cut to th' brains.
Gent. You shall have any thing.

Lear. No seconds ? all myself?
Why, this would make a man, a man of falt;
To use his

eyes for garden water-pots,
And laying autumn's duft. I will die bravely,
Like a smug bridegroom. What! I will be jovial.
Come, come, I am a King, my inafters; know you that?

Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.

Lear. Then there's life in't. Come, an' you get it, You shall get it by running. Sa, fa, fa, fa! [Exit.

Gent. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch,
Past speaking of in a King. Thou hast one daughter,
Who redeems nature from the general curso
Which twain have brought her to.

Edg. Hail, gentle Sir.
Gent. Sir, fpeed you. What's your will?
Edg. Do you hear aught, Sir, of a battle toward ?

Gent. Most sure, and vulgar; every one hears that,
Which can distinguish found.

Edg. But, by your favour, How near's the other

Gent. Near, and on speedy foot. The main descry Stands on the hourly thought.

Edg. I thank you, Sir. That's all. Gent. Though that the Queen on special cause is here, Her army is mov'd on. Edg. I thank you, Sir. .

[Exit Gent.
Glo. You ever, gentle gods, take my breath froin me;
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please!

Edg. Well pray you, father.
Glo. Now, good Sir, what are you?

Edg. A molt poor man, made tame to fortune's blows,
Who, by the art of knowing and feeling forrows,
Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand,
I'll lead you to some biding.

Glo. Hearty thanks;
The bounty and the benison of heaven
To boot, and boot!




Act I. SCENE II. Capulet's Garden.

Enter Romeo.
Hiels at scars, that never felt a wound-
Pu!, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
li is the east, and Juliet is the sun !

(Juliet appears above at a sindrs Arise, fair fun, and kill the envious moon,

V ho is already fick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than the.
He not her maid, since he is envious;
Her veftal livery is but fick and green,
And none but fools do wear it; cait it off.
It is my lady; O! it is my love;

that the knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it-
I an too bold; 'tis not to me the speaks :
Two of the fairest stars of all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As day-light doth a lamp: her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would fing, and think it were not night,
See how the leans her cheek upon her hand !
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Ful. Ah me! Rom. She speaks. Oli

, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this fight, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger from heaven, Unto the white-upturned, wand'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, \Vhen he beftrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And fails upon the botom of the air.

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