Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak, Edm. Yours in the ranks of death. My most dear Gloster! [Exit EDMUND. O, the difference of man, and man! Stew. Madam, here comes my lord. [Exit Steward. Enter ALBANY. Gon. I have been worth the whistle. O Goneril! Gon. No more; the text is foolish. Alb. 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 the head-lugg'd bear would lick, Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded. Could my good brother suffer you to do it? If that the heavens do not their visible spirits Send quickly down to tame these vile offences, "Twill come, Humanity must perforce prey on itself, Like monsters of the deep. Gon. 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; Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cry'st, Alack! why does he so? Alb. See thyself, devil! Proper deformity seems not in the fiend So horrid, as in woman. Gon. O vain fool! Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame, Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my fitness They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Gon. Marry, your manhood now! Enter a Messenger. Alb. What news? [wall's dead; Mess. O, my good lord, the Duke of CornSlain by his servant, going to put out The other eye of Gloster. Alb. Gloster's eyes! Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with remorse, Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword Alb. Mess. Both, both, my lord.— This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer; 'Tis from your sister. Gon. [Aside.] One way I like this well; But being widow, and my Gloster with her, The news is not so tart.-I'll read and answer, Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his eyes? Mess. Come with my lady hither. Alb. Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd against him; [nishment And quit the house on purpose, that their puMight have the freer course. Alb. Gloster, I live To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, [friend; And to revenge thine eyes.-Come hither, Tell me what more thou knowest. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The French Camp near Dover. Enter KENT, and a Gentleman. Kent. Why the King of France is so suddenly gone back know you the reason? Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, Which since his coming forth is thought of; which Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, That his personal return was most required, And necessary. Kent. Who hath he left behind him, general? Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fer. Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief? Gent. Ay, sir, she took them, read them in my presence; And now and then an ample tear trill'd down Kent. strove Who should express her good liest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears Were like a better way. Those happy smiles, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.—In brief, sorrow Would be a rarity most belov'd, if all Could so become it. Kent. Made she no verbal question? Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name of father Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart; Cried, Sisters! sisters!-Shame of ladies! sisters! Kent! father! sisters! What? night? the storm? i the Let pity not be believed!-There she shook Kent. [since? Kent. Was this before the king return'd? Gent. No, since. Kent. Well, sir; The poor distress'd Lear is i' the town: Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers What we are come about, and by no means Will yield to see his daughter. Gent. Why, good sir? Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own unkindness, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights Gent. Alack, poor gentleman! Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you heard not! Gent. 'Tis so, they are afoot. [Lear, Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master And leave you to attend him: some dear cause Will in concealment wrap me up awhile; When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go Along with me. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. A Tent. Enter CORDELIA, Physician, and Soldiers. In the restoring of his bereaved sense? Our foster-nurse of nature is repose, The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, Are many simples operative, whose power Will close the eye of anguish. Cor. All bless'd secrets, All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate, In the good man's distress!-Seek, seek for him; Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life That wants the means to lead it. Mess. Enter a Messenger. Madam, news; The British powers are marching hitherward. Therefore great France My mourning, and important tears, hath pitied. SCENE V. A Room in Gloster's Castle. Enter REGAN and Steward. Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth? Ay, madam, Himself Madam, with much ado: G Your sister is the better soldier. VOL. VIII. |