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Enter CORNWALL and EDMUND
| CORNWALL
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I will have my revenge ere
I depart his house. |
| EDMUND
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How, my lord, I may be
censured, that nature thus
gives way to loyalty, something fears me to think
of. |
| CORNWALL
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I now perceive, it was not
altogether your
brother's evil disposition made him seek his death;
but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reprovable
badness in himself. |
| EDMUND
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How malicious is my
fortune, that I must repent to
be just! This is the letter he spoke of, which
approves him an intelligent party to the advantages
of France: O heavens! that this treason were not,
or not I the detector! |
| CORNWALL
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o with me to the duchess.
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| EDMUND
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If the matter of this
paper be certain, you have
mighty business in hand. |
| CORNWALL
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True or false, it hath
made thee earl of
Gloucester. Seek out where thy father is, that he
may be ready for our apprehension. |
| EDMUND
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[Aside] If I find him
comforting the king, it will
stuff his suspicion more fully.--I will persevere in
my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore
between that and my blood. |
| CORNWALL
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I will lay trust upon
thee; and thou shalt find a
dearer father in my love. |
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[Exeunt] |
Enter GLOUCESTER, KING LEAR,
KENT, Fool, and EDGAR
| GLOUCESTER
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Here is better than the
open air; take it
thankfully. I will piece out the comfort with what
addition I can: I will not be long from you. |
| KENT
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All the power of his wits
have given way to his
impatience: the gods reward your kindness! |
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[Exit GLOUCESTER]
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| EDGAR
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Frateretto calls me; and
tells me
Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness.
Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend. |
| Fool
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Prithee, nuncle, tell me
whether a madman be a
gentleman or a yeoman? |
| KING LEAR
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A king, a king!
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| Fool
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No, he's a yeoman that has
a gentleman to his son;
for he's a mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman
before him. |
| KING LEAR
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To have a thousand with
red burning spits
Come hissing in upon 'em,-- |
| EDGAR
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The foul fiend bites my
back. |
| Fool
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He's mad that trusts in
the tameness of a wolf, a
horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath. |
| KING LEAR
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It shall be done; I will
arraign them straight. |
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[To EDGAR] |
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Come, sit thou here, most
learned justicer; |
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[To the Fool] |
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Thou, sapient sir, sit
here. Now, you she foxes! |
| EDGAR
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Look, where he stands and
glares!
Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam?
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me,-- |
| Fool
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Her boat hath a leak,
And she must not speak
Why she dares not come over to thee. |
| EDGAR
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The foul fiend haunts poor
Tom in the voice of a
nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two
white herring. Croak not, black angel; I have no
food for thee. |
| KENT
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How do you, sir? Stand you
not so amazed:
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions? |
| KING LEAR
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I'll see their trial
first. Bring in the evidence. |
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[To EDGAR] |
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Thou robed man of justice,
take thy place; |
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[To the Fool] |
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And thou, his yoke-fellow
of equity,
Bench by his side: |
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[To KENT] |
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you are o' the commission,
Sit you too. |
| EDGAR
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Let us deal justly.
Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
Thy sheep be in the corn;
And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
Thy sheep shall take no harm.
Pur! the cat is gray. |
| KING LEAR
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Arraign her first; 'tis
Goneril. I here take my
oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the
poor king her father. |
| Fool
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Come hither, mistress. Is
your name Goneril? |
| KING LEAR
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She cannot deny it.
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| Fool
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Cry you mercy, I took you
for a joint-stool. |
| KING LEAR
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And here's another, whose
warp'd looks proclaim
What store her heart is made on. Stop her there!
Arms, arms, sword, fire! Corruption in the place!
False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape? |
| EDGAR
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Bless thy five wits!
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| KENT
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O pity! Sir, where is the
patience now,
That thou so oft have boasted to retain? |
| EDGAR
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[Aside] My tears begin to
take his part so much,
They'll mar my counterfeiting. |
| KING LEAR
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The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and
Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me. |
| EDGAR
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Tom will throw his head at
them. Avaunt, you curs!
Be thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, grey-hound, mongrel grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail,
Tom will make them weep and wail:
For, with throwing thus my head,
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Do de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to wakes and
fairs and market-towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry. |
| KING LEAR
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Then let them anatomize
Regan; see what breeds
about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that
makes these hard hearts? |
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[To EDGAR] |
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You, sir, I entertain for
one of my hundred; only I
do not like the fashion of your garments: you will
say they are Persian attire: but let them be changed. |
| KENT
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Now, good my lord, lie
here and rest awhile. |
| KING LEAR
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Make no noise, make no
noise; draw the curtains:
so, so, so. We'll go to supper i' he morning. So, so, so. |
| Fool
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And I'll go to bed at
noon. |
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[Re-enter GLOUCESTER]
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| GLOUCESTER
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Come hither, friend: where
is the king my master? |
| KENT
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Here, sir; but trouble him
not, his wits are gone. |
| GLOUCESTER
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Good friend, I prithee,
take him in thy arms;
I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him:
There is a litter ready; lay him in 't,
And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master:
If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life,
With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
Stand in assured loss: take up, take up;
And follow me, that will to some provision
Give thee quick conduct. |
| KENT
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Oppressed nature sleeps:
This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses,
Which, if convenience will not allow,
Stand in hard cure. |
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[To the Fool] |
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Come, help to bear thy
master;
Thou must not stay behind. |
| GLOUCESTER
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Come, come, away.
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[Exeunt all but EDGAR]
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| EDGAR
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When we our betters see
bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who alone suffers suffers most i' the mind,
Leaving free things and happy shows behind:
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er skip,
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
How light and portable my pain seems now,
When that which makes me bend makes the king bow,
He childed as I father'd! Tom, away!
Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray,
When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee,
In thy just proof, repeals and reconciles thee.
What will hap more to-night, safe 'scape the king!
Lurk, lurk. |
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[Exit] |
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Act III, Scene 3 Gloucester's castle./Act
III, Scene 4 The heath. Before a hovel. |
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Act I, Scene 1 King Lear's palace |
Act III, Scene 5 Gloucester's castle./Act
III, Scene 6 A chamber in a farmhouse adjoining the castle. |
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Act I, Scene 2 The Earl of Gloucester's
castle. |
Act III, Scene 7 Gloucester's castle. |
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Act I, Scene 3 The Duke of Albany's palace. |
Act IV, Scene 1 The heath. |
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Act I, Scene 4 A hall in the same. |
Act IV, Scene 2 Before Albany's palace. |
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Act I, Scene 5 Court before the same. |
Act IV, Scene 3 The French camp near
Dover./Act IV, Scene 4 The same. A tent. |
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Act II, Scene 1 Gloucester's castle. |
Act IV, Scene 5 Gloucester's castle. |
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Act II, Scene 2 Before Gloucester's castle. |
Act IV, Scene 6 Fields near Dover. |
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Act II, Scene 3 A wood./Act II, Scene 4
Before Gloucester's castle. |
Act IV, Scene 7 A tent in the French camp. |
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Act III, Scene 1 A heath. |
Act V, Scene 1 The British camp near Dover. |
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Act III, Scene 2 Another part of the heath. |
Act V, Scene 2 A field between the two
camps./Act V, Scene 3 The British camp near Dover. |
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