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What will, hap more to-night; safe 'scape the King !
No. XXVI.-KING LEAR.
Enter Lear, mad.
But who comes here?
The safer fense will ne'er accommodate
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. 0, well-fown, bird ! i'th' clout, i' th clout: hewgh.--Give the word.
Edg. Sweet marjoram,
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:
Lear. Ay, every inch a king.
I pardon that man's life. What was the cause ?
sumption. Fy, fy, fy! pah, pah!
Glo. O, let me kiss that hand !
Glo. O ruin’d piece of nature! This great world
Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost 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 the letters suns, I could not see one.
Edg. I would not take this from report. It is,
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
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!
Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
Gle. Alack, alack the day!
Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come
Enter a Gentleman, with attendants.
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 ;
Gent. You shall have any thing.
Lear. No seconds ? all myself?
eyes for garden water-pots,
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,
Edg. Hail, gentle Sir.
Gent. Most sure, and vulgar; every one hears that,
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. .
Edg. Well pray you, father.
Edg. A molt poor man, made tame to fortune's blows,
Glo. Hearty thanks;
No. XXVII.-ROMEO AND JULIET.
(Juliet appears above at a sindrs Arise, fair fun, and kill the envious moon,
V ho is already fick and pale with grief,
that the knew she were!
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.