|
| | 

Enter GONERIL and EDMUND
| GONERIL
|
Welcome, my lord: I marvel
our mild husband
Not met us on the way. |
| |
[Enter OSWALD]
|
| |
Now, where's your master'?
|
| OSWALD
|
Madam, within; but never
man so changed.
I told him of the army that was landed;
He smiled at it: I told him you were coming:
His answer was 'The worse:' of Gloucester's treachery,
And of the loyal service of his son,
When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot,
And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out:
What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him;
What like, offensive. |
| GONERIL
|
[To EDMUND] Then shall you
go no further.
It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs
Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way
May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother;
Hasten his musters and conduct his powers:
I must change arms at home, and give the distaff
Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant
Shall pass between us: ere long you are like to hear,
If you dare venture in your own behalf,
A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech; |
| |
[Giving a favour]
|
| |
Decline your head: this
kiss, if it durst speak,
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air:
Conceive, and fare thee well. |
| EDMUND
|
Yours in the ranks of
death. |
| GONERIL
|
My most dear Gloucester!
|
| |
[Exit EDMUND] |
| |
O, the difference of man
and man!
To thee a woman's services are due:
My fool usurps my body. |
| OSWALD
|
Madam, here comes my lord.
|
| |
[Exit] |
| |
[Enter ALBANY]
|
| GONERIL
|
I have been worth the
whistle. |
| ALBANY
|
O Goneril!
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face. I fear your disposition:
That nature, which contemns its origin,
Cannot be border'd certain in itself;
She that herself will sliver and disbranch
From her material sap, perforce must wither
And come to deadly use. |
| GONERIL
|
No more; the text is
foolish. |
| ALBANY
|
Wisdom and goodness to the
vile seem vile:
Filths savour but themselves. What have you done?
Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd?
A father, and a gracious aged man,
Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear would lick,
Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded.
Could my good brother suffer you to do it?
A man, a prince, by him so benefited!
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
It will come,
Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Like monsters of the deep. |
| GONERIL
|
Milk-liver'd man!
That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st
Fools do those villains pity who are punish'd
Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum?
France spreads his banners in our noiseless land;
With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats;
Whiles thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and criest
'Alack, why does he so?' |
| ALBANY
|
See thyself, devil!
Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
So horrid as in woman. |
| GONERIL
|
O vain fool! |
| ALBANY
|
Thou changed and self-cover'd
thing, for shame,
Be-monster not thy feature. Were't my fitness
To let these hands obey my blood,
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
Thy flesh and bones: howe'er thou art a fiend,
A woman's shape doth shield thee. |
| GONERIL
|
Marry, your manhood now--
|
| |
[Enter a Messenger]
|
| ALBANY
|
What news? |
| Messenger
|
O, my good lord, the Duke
of Cornwall's dead:
Slain by his servant, going to put out
The other eye of Gloucester. |
| ALBANY
|
Gloucester's eye!
|
| Messenger
|
A servant that he bred,
thrill'd with remorse,
Opposed against the act, bending his sword
To his great master; who, thereat enraged,
Flew on him, and amongst them fell'd him dead;
But not without that harmful stroke, which since
Hath pluck'd him after. |
| ALBANY
|
This shows you are above,
You justicers, that these our nether crimes
So speedily can venge! But, O poor Gloucester!
Lost he his other eye? |
| Messenger
|
Both, both, my lord.
This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer;
'Tis from your sister. |
| GONERIL
|
[Aside] One way I like
this well;
But being widow, and my Gloucester with her,
May all the building in my fancy pluck
Upon my hateful life: another way,
The news is not so tart.--I'll read, and answer. |
| |
[Exit] |
| ALBANY
|
Where was his son when
they did take his eyes? |
| Messenger
|
Come with my lady hither.
|
| ALBANY
|
He is not here.
|
| Messenger
|
No, my good lord; I met
him back again. |
| ALBANY
|
Knows he the wickedness?
|
| Messenger
|
Ay, my good lord; 'twas he
inform'd against him;
And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment
Might have the freer course. |
| ALBANY
|
Gloucester, I live
To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king,
And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend:
Tell me what more thou know'st. |
| |
[Exeunt] |
To see other scenes
from the show:
|
Full Text |
Act III, Scene 3 Gloucester's castle./Act
III, Scene 4 The heath. Before a hovel. |
|
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. |
|
Act I, Scene 2 The Earl of Gloucester's
castle. |
Act III, Scene 7 Gloucester's castle. |
|
Act I, Scene 3 The Duke of Albany's palace. |
Act IV, Scene 1 The heath. |
|
Act I, Scene 4 A hall in the same. |
Act IV, Scene 2 Before Albany's palace. |
|
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. |
|
Act II, Scene 1 Gloucester's castle. |
Act IV, Scene 5 Gloucester's castle. |
|
Act II, Scene 2 Before Gloucester's castle. |
Act IV, Scene 6 Fields near Dover. |
|
Act II, Scene 3 A wood./Act II, Scene 4
Before Gloucester's castle. |
Act IV, Scene 7 A tent in the French camp. |
|
Act III, Scene 1 A heath. |
Act V, Scene 1 The British camp near Dover. |
|
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. |
To view other King
Lear sections:
Main Play
Page
Play Text
Scene by Scene Synopsis
Character Directory Commentary
To view the other Plays
click below:
By Comedies
Histories
Romances Tragedies
To view other
Shakespeare Library sections:
Biography Plays
Poems
Sonnets Theaters
Shake Links
|