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The Tragedie of King Lear. You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? Corn. Come Sir. What Letters had you late from France? Reg.
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Be simple answer'd, for we know the truth.

Corn.

And what confederacie haue you with the Trai­tors,

late footed in the Kingdome?

Reg. To whose hands You haue sent the Lunaticke King: Speake. Glou.
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I haue a Letter guessingly set downe Which came from one that's of a newtrall heart, And not from one oppos'd.
Corn.

Cunning.

Reg.

And false.

Corn.
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Where hast thou sent the King?

Glou.

To Douer.

Reg. Wherefore to Douer? Was't thou not charg'd at perill. Corn.

Wherefore to Douer? Let him answer that.

Glou.
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I am tyed to'th' Stake, And I must stand the Course.
Reg.

Wherefore to Douer?

Glou. Because I would not see thy cruell Nailes Plucke out his poore old eyes: nor thy fierce Sister,
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In his Annointed flesh, sticke boarish phangs. The Sea, with such a storme as his bare head, In Hell‐blacke‐night indur'd, would haue buoy'd vp And quench'd the Stelled fires: Yet poore old heart, he holpe the Heauens to raine.
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If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that sterne time, Thou should'st haue said, good Porter turne the Key: All Cruels else subscribe: but I shall see The winged Vengeance ouertake such Children.
Corn. See't shalt thou neuer. Fellowes hold y Chaire,
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Vpon these eyes of thine, Ile set my foote.
Glou. He that will thinke to liue, till he be old, Giue me some helpe. ——— O cruell! O you Gods. Reg.

One side will mocke another: Th' other too.

Corn.

If you see vengeance.

Seru.
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Hold your hand, my Lord: I haue seru'd you euer since I was a Childe: But better seruice haue I neuer done you, Then now to bid you hold.
Reg.

How now, you dogge?

Ser.
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If you did weare a beard vpon your chin, I'ld shake it on this quarrell. What do you meane?
Corn.

My Villaine?

Seru.

Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger.

Reg.

Giue me thy Sword. A pezant stand vp thus?

Killes him. Ser. Oh I am slaine: my Lord, you haue one eye left
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To see some mischefe on him. Oh.
Corn. Lest it see more, preuent it; Out vilde gelly: Where is thy luster now? Glou. All darke and comfortlesse? Where's my Sonne Edmund?
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Edmund, enkindle all the sparkes of Nature To quit this horrid acte.
Reg. Out treacherous Villaine, Thou call'st on him, that hates thee. It was he That made the ouerture of thy Treasons to vs:
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Who is too good to pitty thee.
Glou. O my Follies! then Edgar was abus'd, Kinde Gods, forgiue me that, and prosper him. Reg. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell His way to Douer. Exit with Glouster.

How is't my Lord? How looke you?

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Corn.
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I haue receiu'd a hurt: Follow me Lady; Turne out that eyelesse Villaine: throw this Slaue Vpon the Dunghill: Regan, I bleed apace, Vntimely comes this hurt. Giue me your arme.
Exeunt.
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Edgar. Edg. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemn'd,
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Then still contemn'd and flatter'd, to be worst: The lowest, and most deiected thing of Fortune, Stands still in esperance, liues not in feare: The lamentable change is from the best, The worst returnes to laughter. Welcome then,
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Thou vnsubstantiall ayre that I embrace: The Wretch that thou hast blowne vnto the worst, Owes nothing to thy blasts. Enter Glouster, and an Oldman. But who comes heere? My Father poorely led? World, World, O world!
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But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee, Life would not yeelde to age.
Oldm. O my good Lord, I haue bene your Tenant, And your Fathers Tenant, these fourescore yeares. Glou. Away, get thee away: good Friend be gone,
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Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee, they may hurt.
Oldm.

You cannot see your way.

Glou. I haue no way, and therefore want no eyes: I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seene,
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Our meanes secure vs, and our meere defects Proue our Commodities. Oh deere Sonne Edgar, The food of thy abused Fathers wrath: Might I but liue to see thee in my touch, I'ld say I had eyes againe.
Oldm.

How now? who's there?

Edg.
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O Gods! Who is't can say I am at the worst? I am worse then ere I was.
Old.

'Tis poore mad Tom.

Edg. And worse I may be yet: the worst is not, So long as we can say this is the worst. Oldm.
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Fellow, where goest?

Glou.

Is it a Beggar‐man?

Oldm.

Madman, and beggar too.

Glou. He has some reason, else he could not beg. I'th' last nights storme, I such a fellow saw; Which made me thinke a Man, a Worme. My Sonne
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Came then into my minde, and yet my minde Was then scarse Friends with him. I haue heard more since: As Flies to wanton Boyes, are we to th'Gods, They kill vs for their sport.
Edg.
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How should this be? Bad is the Trade that must play Foole to sorrow, Ang'ring it selfe, and others. Blesse thee Master.
Glou.

Is that the naked Fellow?

Oldm.

I, my Lord.

Glou.
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Get thee away: If for my sake Thou wilt ore‐take vs hence a mile or twaine I'th' way toward Douer, do it for ancient loue, And bring some couering for this naked Soule, Which Ile intreate to leade me.
Old.
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Alacke sir, he is mad.

Glou.

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Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Edgar. Edg. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemn'd,
[2095]
Then still contemn'd and flatter'd, to be worst: The lowest, and most deiected thing of Fortune, Stands still in esperance, liues not in feare: The lamentable change is from the best, The worst returnes to laughter. Welcome then,
[2100]
Thou vnsubstantiall ayre that I embrace: The Wretch that thou hast blowne vnto the worst, Owes nothing to thy blasts. Enter Glouster, and an Oldman. But who comes heere? My Father poorely led? World, World, O world!
[2105]
But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee, Life would not yeelde to age.
Oldm. O my good Lord, I haue bene your Tenant, And your Fathers Tenant, these fourescore yeares. Glou. Away, get thee away: good Friend be gone,
[2110]
Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee, they may hurt.
Oldm.

You cannot see your way.

Glou. I haue no way, and therefore want no eyes: I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seene,
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Our meanes secure vs, and our meere defects Proue our Commodities. Oh deere Sonne Edgar, The food of thy abused Fathers wrath: Might I but liue to see thee in my touch, I'ld say I had eyes againe.
Oldm.

How now? who's there?

Edg.
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O Gods! Who is't can say I am at the worst? I am worse then ere I was.
Old.

'Tis poore mad Tom.

Edg. And worse I may be yet: the worst is not, So long as we can say this is the worst. Oldm.
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Fellow, where goest?

Glou.

Is it a Beggar‐man?

Oldm.

Madman, and beggar too.

Glou. He has some reason, else he could not beg. I'th' last nights storme, I such a fellow saw; Which made me thinke a Man, a Worme. My Sonne
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Came then into my minde, and yet my minde Was then scarse Friends with him. I haue heard more since: As Flies to wanton Boyes, are we to th'Gods, They kill vs for their sport.
Edg.
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How should this be? Bad is the Trade that must play Foole to sorrow, Ang'ring it selfe, and others. Blesse thee Master.
Glou.

Is that the naked Fellow?

Oldm.

I, my Lord.

Glou.
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Get thee away: If for my sake Thou wilt ore‐take vs hence a mile or twaine I'th' way toward Douer, do it for ancient loue, And bring some couering for this naked Soule, Which Ile intreate to leade me.
Old.
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Alacke sir, he is mad.

Glou. 'Tis the times plague, When Madmen leade the blinde: Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure: Aboue the rest, be gone. Oldm.
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Ile bring him the best Parrell that I haue Come on't what will.
Exit Glou.

Sirrah, naked fellow.

Edg.

Poore Tom's a cold. I cannot daub it further.

Glou.

Come hither fellow.

Edg.
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And yet I must: Blesse thy sweete eyes, they bleede.
Glou.

Know'st thou the way to Douer?

Edg.

Both style, and gate; Horseway, and foot‐path:

poore Tom hath bin scar'd out of his good wits. Blesse

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thee good mans sonne, from the foule Fiend.

Glou. Here take this purse, y whom the heau'ns plagues Haue humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched Makes thee the happier: Heauens deale so still: Let the superfluous, and Lust‐dieted man,
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That slaues your ordinance, that will not see Because he do's not feele, feele your powre quickly: So distribution should vndoo excesse, And each man haue enough. Dost thou know Douer?
Edg.

I Master.

Glou.
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There is a Cliffe, whose high and bending head Lookes fearfully in the confined Deepe: Bring me but to the very brimme of it, And Ile repayre the misery thou do'st beare With something rich about me: from that place,
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I shall no leading neede.
Edg. Giue me thy arme; Poore Tom shall leade thee. Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="2135">How should this be?</l>
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      <l n="2137">Ang'ring it selfe, and others. Blesse thee Master.</l>
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      <l n="2161">Here take this purse, y whom the heau'ns plagues</l>
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      <l n="2163">Makes thee the happier: Heauens deale so still:</l>
      <l n="2164">Let the superfluous, and Lust‐dieted man,</l>
      <l n="2165">That slaues your ordinance, that will not see</l>
      <l n="2166">Because he do's not feele, feele your powre quickly:</l>
      <l n="2167">So distribution should vndoo excesse,</l>
      <l n="2168">And each man haue enough. Dost thou know Douer?</l>
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      <p n="2169">I Master.</p>
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      <l n="2170">There is a Cliffe, whose high and bending head</l>
      <l n="2171">Lookes fearfully in the confined Deepe:</l>
      <l n="2172">Bring me but to the very brimme of it,</l>
      <l n="2173">And Ile repayre the misery thou do'st beare</l>
      <l n="2174">With something rich about me: from that place,</l>
      <l n="2175">I shall no leading neede.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Edg.</speaker>
      <l n="2176">Giue me thy arme;</l>
      <l n="2177">Poore Tom shall leade thee.</l>
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