Cord. Speak to me, Sir; whom am I? Lear. You are a Soul in Bliss; but I am bound Cord. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a Spirit, I know; where did you die? Cord. Still, fill, far wide. (compos'd Phyf. Madam, he's fcarce awake; he'll foon grow more Lear. Where have I been? Where am I? Fair DayI am mightily abus'd, I fhou'd even die with Pity (Light! To fee another thus. I will not fwear These are my Hands. Cord. O look upon me, Sir, And hold your Hands in Bleffing over me; nay, Lear. Pray do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old Man, Fourfcore and upward; and to deal plainly with you, Cord. Nay, then farewell to Patience: Witnefs for me, Ye mighty Pow'rs, I ne'er complain'd 'till now! Lear. Methinks I fhou'd know you, and know this Man, Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant What Place this is; and all the Skill I have Remembers not thefe Garments; nor do I know Where I did fleep laft Night. -Pray do not mock me, For, as I am a Man, I think that Lady To be my Child Cordelia. Cord. O my dear, dear Father! Lear. Be your Tears wet? Yes faith; pray do not weep,. I know I have giv'n thee Caufe, and am fo humbled With Croffes fince, that I cou'd ask Forgiveness of thee, were it poffible That thou cou'dft grant it; but I'm well affur'd Bless thee, and die. Cord. O pity, Sir, a bleeding Heart, and cease. This killing Language. Lear. Tell me, Friends, where am I? Gent. In your own Kingdom, Sir. Lear Lear. Do not abuse me. Gent. Be comforted, good Madam, for the Violence Like the fierce Thunderer's, when the Earth-born Sons End of the Fourth Act. Gon. ACT V. SCENE, A Camp. Enter Goneril and Attendants. UR Sifter's Pow'rs already are arriv'd, (on Att. So, please your Grace, we have. Gon. But thou, my Prifoner, muft prepare the Bow! That crowns this Banquet; when our Mirth is high, The Trumpets founding, and the Flutes replying, Then is the Time to give this fatal Draught To this Imperious Sifter; if then our Arms fucceed, Edmund, more dear than Victory, is mine; But if defeat, or Death itself attend me, "Twill charm my Ghost to think I've left behind me No happy Rival. Heark, fhe comes. [Trumpet. [Exeunt. Enter Baftard in his Tent. Baft. To both these Sifters have I fworn my Love, Are of the Adder; neither can be held Her Husband's Countenance for the Battle, then [Enter Officers My trully Scouts y'are well return'd; have ye defcry'd The Strength and Pofture of the Enemy? Off. We have, and were furpris'd to find The banifh'd Kent return'd, and at their Head; Your Brother Edgar on the Rear; old Glofter (A moving Spectacle) led through their Ranks, Whofe pow'rful Tongue, and more prevailing Wrongs, Have fo enraged their ruftick Spirit, that with Th' approaching Dawn we mult expect their Battle. Baft. You bring a welcome Hearing; each to his Charge, Line well your Ranks, and ftand on your Award. To Night repofe you; i'th' Morn we'll give The Sun a Sight that shall be worth his rifing. [Exeunt. SCENE, a Valley near the Camp. Enter Edgar and Glofter. Edg. Here, Sir, you take the Shadow of this Tree For For your good Hoft; pray that the Right may thrive : If ever I return to you again, I'll bring you Comfort. Gloft. Thanks, friendly Sir; The Fortune your good Caufe deferves betide you. [Exit. The Fight grows hot; the whole War's now at work, Whilft Drums and Trumpets drown loud Slaughter's Roar., No more of Shelter thou blind Worm, but forth And tear the Earth; that Work befits a Mole. O dark Despair! When, Edgar, wilt thou come [A Retreat Heark! A Retreat, the King has loft, or won. [founded. Re-enter Edgar, bloody. Edg. Away, old Man, give me your Hand, away! Of this most precious Wreck; give me your Hand. Gloft. No farther, Sir; a Man may rot, even here. Edg. What! In ill Thoughts again? Men muft enTheir going hence, ev'n as their coming hither. (dure Gloft. And that's true too. [Exeunt. Flourish. Enter in Conqueft, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Baftard. - Lear, Kent, Cordelia, Prifoners. Alb. It is enough to have conquer'd, Cruelty Shou'd ne'er furvive the Fight. Captain o'th' Guards, Treat well your royal Prisoners, 'till you have Our farther Orders, as you hold our Pleasure. Gon. Heark! Sir, not as you hold our Husband's Pleafure, [To the Captain afide. But But as you hold your Life, difpatch your Our Empire can have no fure Settlement Pris'ners. But in their Death; the Earth that covers them Baft. Sir, I approve it fafeft to pronounce Alb. Sir, by your Favour, I hold you but a Subject of this War, Regan. That's as we lift to grace him. Gon. Not fo hot, In his own Merits he exalts himself More than in your Addition. Enter Edgar difguis'd. Alb. What art thou? Edg. Pardon me, Sir, that I prefume to ftop Of what concerns you more than Triumph can. In fingle Combat what I do avouch, If Edmund dares but truft his Caufe and Sword. Baft. What will not Edmund dare! My Lord, I beg The Favour that you'd inftantly appoint The Place where I may meet this Challenger, Alb. Anon, before our Tent, i' th' Army's View, There let the Herald cry. Edg. |