The Tragedie of King Lear.And hasten your returne; no, no, my Lord,This milky gentlenesse, and course of yours
[835]
Though I condemne not, yet vnder pardonYou are much more at task for want of wisedome,Then prais'd for harmefull mildnesse.Alb.How farre your eies may pierce I cannot tell;Striuing to better, oft we marre what's well.Gon.
[840]
Nay then ———
Alb.
Well, well, th'euent.
Exeunt.
Scena Quinta.
[Act 1, Scene 5]
Enter Lear, Kent, Gentleman,
and Foole.
Lear.
Go you before to Gloster with these Letters;
acquaint
my Daughter no further with any thing you
know, then comes
from her demand out of the Letter,
[845]
if your Dilligence be
not speedy, I shall be there afore
you.
Kent.
I will not sleepe my Lord, till I haue deliuered
your
Letter.
Exit.Foole.
If a mans braines were in's heeles, wert not in
[850]
danger of kybes?
Lear.
I Boy.
Foole.
Then I prythee be merry, thy wit shall not go
slip‐shod.
Lear.
Ha, ha, ha.
Fool.
[855]
Shalt see thy other Daughter will vse thee kindly,
for though she's as like this, as a Crabbe's
like an
Apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
Lear.
What can'st tell Boy?
Foole.
She will taste as like this as, a Crabbe do's to a
[860]
Crab: thou canst, tell why ones nose stands
i'th' middle
on's face?
Lear.
No.
Foole.
Why to keepe ones eyes of either side's nose,
that
what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
Lear.
[865]
I did her wrong.
Foole.
Can'st tell how an Oyster makes his shell?
Lear.
No.
Foole.
Nor I neither; but I can tell why a Snaile ha's
a
house.
Lear.
[870]
Why?
Foole.
Why to put's head in, not to giue it away to his
daughters, and leaue his hornes without a case.
Lear.
I will forget my Nature, so kind a Father? Be
my Horsses
ready?
Foole.
[875]
Thy Asses are gone about 'em; the reason why
the
seuen Starres are no mo then seuen, is a pretty reason.
Lear.
Because they are not eight.
Foole.
Yes indeed, thou would'st make a good Foole.
Lear.
To tak't againe perforce; Monster Ingratitude!
Foole.
[880]
If thou wert my Foole Nunckle, Il'd haue thee
beaten
for being old before thy time.
Lear.
How's that?
Foole.
Thou shouldst not haue bin old, till thou hadst
bin wise.
Lear.
[885]
O let me not be mad, not mad sweet Heauen:
keepe me in
temper, I would not be mad. How now are
She that's a Maid now, & laughs at my departure,Shall not be a Maid long, vnlesse things be cut shorter.Exeunt.
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
[Act 2, Scene 1]
Enter Bastard, and
Curan, seuerally.
Bast.
Saue thee
Curan.
Cur.And you Sir, I haue binWith your Father, and giuen him notice
[895]
That the Duke of
Cornwall, and
Regan his Duchesse
Will be here with him this night.Bast.
How comes that?
Cur.
Nay I know not, you haue heard of the newes abroad,
I meane the whisper'd ones, for they are yet but
[900]
ear‐kissing arguments.
Bast.
Not I: pray you what are they?
Cur.Haue you heard of no likely Warres toward,'Twixt the Dukes of
Cornwall, and
Albany?
Bast.
Not a word.
Cur.
[905]
You may do then in time,Fare you well Sir.Exit.Bast.The Duke be here to night? The better best,This weaues it selfe perforce into my businesse,My Father hath set guard to take my Brother,
[910]
And I haue one thing of a queazie questionWhich I must act, Briefenesse, and Fortune
worke.
Enter Edgar.Brother, a word, discend; Brother I say,My Father watches: O Sir, fly this place,Intelligence is giuen where you are hid;
[915]
You haue now the good aduantage of the night,Haue you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of
Cornewall?
Hee's comming hither, now i'th' night,
i'th' haste,
And
Regan with him, haue you nothing
said
Vpon his partie 'gainst the Duke of
Albany?
[920]
Aduise your selfe.Edg.
I am sure on't, not a word.
Bast.I heare my Father comming, pardon me:In cunning, I must draw my Sword vpon you:Draw, seeme to defend your selfe,
[925]
Now quit you well.Yeeld, come before my Father, light hoa, here,Fly Brother, Torches, Torches, so farewell.Exit Edgar.Some blood drawne on me, would beget opinionOf my more fierce endeauour. I haue seene drunkards
[930]
Do more then this in sport; Father, Father,Stop, stop, no helpe?Enter Gloster, and
Seruants with Torches.
Glo.
Now
Edmund, where's the
villaine?
Bast.Here stood he in the dark, his sharpe Sword out,Mumbling of wicked charmes, coniuring the Moone
[935]
To stand auspicious Mistris.Glo.
But where is he?
Bast.
Looke Sir, I bleed.
Glo.
Where is the villaine,
Edmund?
Bast.
Fled this way Sir, when by no meanes he could.
Glo.
[940]
Pursue him, ho: go after. By no meanes, what?
Bast.Perswade me to the murther of your Lordship,Gainst
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
[Act 2, Scene 1]
Enter Bastard, and
Curan, seuerally.
Bast.
Saue thee
Curan.
Cur.And you Sir, I haue binWith your Father, and giuen him notice
[895]
That the Duke of
Cornwall, and
Regan his Duchesse
Will be here with him this night.Bast.
How comes that?
Cur.
Nay I know not, you haue heard of the newes abroad,
I meane the whisper'd ones, for they are yet but
[900]
ear‐kissing arguments.
Bast.
Not I: pray you what are they?
Cur.Haue you heard of no likely Warres toward,'Twixt the Dukes of
Cornwall, and
Albany?
Bast.
Not a word.
Cur.
[905]
You may do then in time,Fare you well Sir.Exit.Bast.The Duke be here to night? The better best,This weaues it selfe perforce into my businesse,My Father hath set guard to take my Brother,
[910]
And I haue one thing of a queazie questionWhich I must act, Briefenesse, and Fortune
worke.
Enter Edgar.Brother, a word, discend; Brother I say,My Father watches: O Sir, fly this place,Intelligence is giuen where you are hid;
[915]
You haue now the good aduantage of the night,Haue you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of
Cornewall?
Hee's comming hither, now i'th' night,
i'th' haste,
And
Regan with him, haue you nothing
said
Vpon his partie 'gainst the Duke of
Albany?
[920]
Aduise your selfe.Edg.
I am sure on't, not a word.
Bast.I heare my Father comming, pardon me:In cunning, I must draw my Sword vpon you:Draw, seeme to defend your selfe,
[925]
Now quit you well.Yeeld, come before my Father, light hoa, here,Fly Brother, Torches, Torches, so farewell.Exit Edgar.Some blood drawne on me, would beget opinionOf my more fierce endeauour. I haue seene drunkards
[930]
Do more then this in sport; Father, Father,Stop, stop, no helpe?Enter Gloster, and
Seruants with Torches.
Glo.
Now
Edmund, where's the
villaine?
Bast.Here stood he in the dark, his sharpe Sword out,Mumbling of wicked charmes, coniuring the Moone
[935]
To stand auspicious Mistris.Glo.
But where is he?
Bast.
Looke Sir, I bleed.
Glo.
Where is the villaine,
Edmund?
Bast.
Fled this way Sir, when by no meanes he could.
Glo.
[940]
Pursue him, ho: go after. By no meanes, what?
Bast.Perswade me to the murther of your Lordship,But that I told him the reuenging Gods,'Gainst Paricides did all the thunder bend,Spoke with how manifold, and strong a Bond
[945]
The Child was bound to'th' Father; Sir in
fine,
Seeing how lothly opposite I stoodTo his vnnaturall purpose, in fell motionWith his prepared Sword, he charges homeMy vnprouided body, latch'd mine arme;
[950]
And when he saw my best alarum'd spiritsBold in the quarrels right, rouz'd to th'
encounter,
Or whether gasted by the noyse I made,Full sodainely he fled.Glost.Let him fly farre:
[955]
Not in this Land shall he remaine vncaughtAnd found; dispatch, the Noble Duke my Master,My worthy Arch and Patron comes to night,By his authoritie I will proclaime it,That he which finds him shall deserue our thankes,
[960]
Bringing the murderous Coward to the stake:He that conceales him death.Bast.When I disswaded him from his intent,And found him pight to doe it, with curst speechI threaten'd to discouer him; he replied,
[965]
Thou vnpossessing Bastard, dost thou thinke,If I would stand against thee, would the reposallOf any trust, vertue, or worth in theeMake thy words faith'd? No, what should I denie,(As this I would, though thou didst produce
[970]
My very Character) I'ld turne it allTo thy suggestion, plot, and damned practise:And thou must make a dullard of the world,If they not thought the profits of my deathWere very pregnant and potentiall spirits
[975]
To make thee seeke it.
Tucket
wit
in.
Glo.O strange and fastned Villaine,Would he deny his Letter, said he?Harke, the Dukes Trumpets, I know not wher he comes;All Ports Ile barre, the villaine shall not scape,
[980]
The Duke must grant me that: besides, his
picture
I will send farre and neere, that all the kingdomeMay haue due note of him, and of my land,(Loyall and naturall Boy) Ile worke the meanesTo make thee capable.Enter Cornewall, Regan, and
Attendants.
Corn.
[985]
How now my Noble friend, since I came hither(Which I can call but now,) I haue heard strangenesse.Reg.If it be true, all vengeance comes too shortWhich can pursue th'offender; how dost my
Lord
Glo.
O Madam, my old heart is crack'd, it's crack'd.
Reg.
[990]
What, did my Fathers Godsonne seeke your life?He whom my Father nam'd, your
Edgar?
Glo.
O Lady, Lady, shame would haue it hid.
Reg.Was he not companion with the riotous KnightsThat tended vpon my Father?Glo.
[995]
I know not Madam, 'tis too bad, too bad.
Bast.
Yes Madam, he was of that consort.
Reg.No maruaile then, though he were ill affected,'Tis they haue put him on the old mans death,To haue th'expence and wast of his Reuenues:
[1000]
I haue this present euening from my SisterBeene well inform'd of them, and with such cautions,That if they come to soiourne at my house,Ile not be there.Cor.Nor I, assure thee Regan;
[1005]
Edmund, I heare that you haue shewne your
Father
A Child‐like Office.Bast.
It was my duty Sir.
Glo.He did bewray his practise, and receiu'dThis hurt you see, striuing to apprehend him.Cor.
[1010]
Is he pursued?
Glo.
I my good Lord.
Cor.If he be taken, he shall neuer moreBe fear'd of doing harme, make your owne purpose,How in my strength you please: for you
Edmund,
[1015]
Whose vertue and obedience doth this instantSo much commend it selfe, you shall be ours,Nature's of such deepe trust, we shall much
need:
You we first seize on.Bast.
I shall serue you Sir truely, how euer else.
Glo.
[1020]
For him I thanke your Grace.
Cor.
You know not why we came to visit you?
Reg.Thus out of season, thredding darke ey'd night,Occasions Noble
Glost er of some
prize,
Wherein we must haue vse of your aduise.
[1025]
Our Father he hath writ, so hath our Sister,Of differences, which I best thought it fitTo answere from our home: the seuerall MessengersFrom hence attend dispatch, our good old Friend,Lay comforts to your bosome, and bestow
[1030]
Your needfull counsaile to our businesses,Which craues the instant vse.Glo.I serue you Madam,Your Graces are right welcome.Exeunt.Flourish.
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<l n="912">Brother, a word, discend; Brother I say,</l>
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<l n="914">Intelligence is giuen where you are hid;</l>
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<l n="920">Aduise your selfe.</l>
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<p n="921">I am sure on't, not a word.</p>
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<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<l n="922">I heare my Father comming, pardon me:</l>
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<l n="930">Do more then this in sport; Father, Father,</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
<p n="932">Now<hi rend="italic">Edmund,</hi>where's the villaine?</p>
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<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<l n="933">Here stood he in the dark, his sharpe Sword out,</l>
<l n="934">Mumbling of wicked charmes, coniuring the Moone</l>
<l n="935">To stand auspicious Mistris.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
<p n="936">But where is he?</p>
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<sp who="#F-lr-bas">
<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<p n="937">Looke Sir, I bleed.</p>
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<sp who="#F-lr-glo">
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<p n="938">Where is the villaine,<hi rend="italic">Edmund</hi>?</p>
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<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<p n="939">Fled this way Sir, when by no meanes he could.</p>
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<sp who="#F-lr-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
<p n="940">Pursue him, ho: go after. By no meanes, what?</p>
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<sp who="#F-lr-bas">
<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<l n="941">Perswade me to the murther of your Lordship,</l>
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<l n="942">But that I told him the reuenging Gods,</l>
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<l n="946">Seeing how lothly opposite I stood</l>
<l n="947">To his vnnaturall purpose, in fell motion</l>
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<l n="949">My vnprouided body, latch'd mine arme;</l>
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<sp who="#F-lr-bas">
<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<l n="962">When I disswaded him from his intent,</l>
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<l n="969">(As this I would, though thou didst produce</l>
<l n="970">My very Character) I'ld turne it all</l>
<l n="971">To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practise:</l>
<l n="972">And thou must make a dullard of the world,</l>
<l n="973">If they not thought the profits of my death</l>
<l n="974">Were very pregnant and potentiall spirits</l>
<l n="975">To make thee seeke it.<hi rend="italic">Tucket wit<gap/>in.</hi>
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<sp who="#F-lr-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
<l n="976">O strange and fastned Villaine,</l>
<l n="977">Would he deny his Letter, said he?</l>
<l n="978">Harke, the Dukes Trumpets, I know not wher he comes;</l>
<l n="979">All Ports Ile barre, the villaine shall not scape,</l>
<l n="980">The Duke must grant me that: besides, his picture</l>
<l n="981">I will send farre and neere, that all the kingdome</l>
<l n="982">May haue due note of him, and of my land,</l>
<l n="983">(Loyall and naturall Boy) Ile worke the meanes</l>
<l n="984">To make thee capable.</l>
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<sp who="#F-lr-crn">
<speaker rend="italic">Corn.</speaker>
<l n="985">How now my Noble friend, since I came hither</l>
<l n="986">(Which I can call but now,) I haue heard strangenesse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-reg">
<speaker rend="italic">Reg.</speaker>
<l n="987">If it be true, all vengeance comes too short</l>
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</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
<p n="989">O Madam, my old heart is crack'd, it's crack'd.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-reg">
<speaker rend="italic">Reg.</speaker>
<l n="990">What, did my Fathers Godsonne seeke your life?</l>
<l n="991">He whom my Father nam'd, your<hi rend="italic">Edgar</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
<p n="992">O Lady, Lady, shame would haue it hid.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-reg">
<speaker rend="italic">Reg.</speaker>
<l n="993">Was he not companion with the riotous Knights</l>
<l n="994">That tended vpon my Father?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
<p n="995">I know not Madam, 'tis too bad, too bad.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-bas">
<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<p n="996">Yes Madam, he was of that consort.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-reg">
<speaker rend="italic">Reg.</speaker>
<l n="997">No maruaile then, though he were ill affected,</l>
<l n="998">'Tis they haue put him on the old mans death,</l>
<l n="999">To haue th'expence and wast of his Reuenues:</l>
<l n="1000">I haue this present euening from my Sister</l>
<l n="1001">Beene well inform'd of them, and with such cautions,</l>
<l n="1002">That if they come to soiourne at my house,</l>
<l n="1003">Ile not be there.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
<l n="1004">Nor I, assure thee Regan;</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="1005">
<hi rend="italic">Edmund,</hi>I heare that you haue shewne your Father</l>
<l n="1006">A Child‐like Office.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-bas">
<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<p n="1007">It was my duty Sir.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
<l n="1008">He did bewray his practise, and receiu'd</l>
<l n="1009">This hurt you see, striuing to apprehend him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
<p n="1010">Is he pursued?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
<p n="1011">I my good Lord.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
<l n="1012">If he be taken, he shall neuer more</l>
<l n="1013">Be fear'd of doing harme, make your owne purpose,</l>
<l n="1014">How in my strength you please: for you<hi rend="italic">Edmund</hi>,</l>
<l n="1015">Whose vertue and obedience doth this instant</l>
<l n="1016">So much commend it selfe, you shall be ours,</l>
<l n="1017">Nature's of such deepe trust, we shall much need:</l>
<l n="1018">You we first seize on.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-bas">
<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<p n="1019">I shall serue you Sir truely, how euer else.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
<p n="1020">For him I thanke your Grace.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
<p n="1021">You know not why we came to visit you?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-reg">
<speaker rend="italic">Reg.</speaker>
<l n="1022">Thus out of season, thredding darke ey'd night,</l>
<l n="1023">Occasions Noble<hi rend="italic">Glost er</hi>of some prize,</l>
<l n="1024">Wherein we must haue vse of your aduise.</l>
<l n="1025">Our Father he hath writ, so hath our Sister,</l>
<l n="1026">Of differences, which I best thought it fit</l>
<l n="1027">To answere from our home: the seuerall Messengers</l>
<l n="1028">From hence attend dispatch, our good old Friend,</l>
<l n="1029">Lay comforts to your bosome, and bestow</l>
<l n="1030">Your needfull counsaile to our businesses,</l>
<l n="1031">Which craues the instant vse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-glo">
<speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
<l n="1032">I serue you Madam,</l>
<l n="1033">Your Graces are right welcome.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="business">Flourish.</stage>
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