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As duteous to the vices of thy mistress,
As badness would desire.

Glo. What, is he dead?

Edg. Sit you down, father ; rest you. Let's see his pockets : these letters, that he speaks of, May be my friends.-He's dead: I am only sorry He had no other death's-man.-Let us see:Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not : To know our enemies' minds, we'd rip their hearts ; Their papers, is more lawful.4

[Reads.] Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You have many opportunities to cut him off : if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror : Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my gaol ; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour. Your wife, (80 I would say,) and your affectionate servant,

GONERIL. O undistinguisn'd space of woman's will !5. A plot upon her virtuous husband's life ; And the exchange, my brother !-Here, in the sands, Thee I'll rake up, 6 the post unsanctified Of murd'rous lechers : and, in the mature time, With this ungracious paper strike the sight Of the death-practis'd duke :) For him 'tis well, That of thy death and business I can tell.

[Exit EDGAR, dragging out the body. Glo. The king is mad: how stiff is my vile sense, That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows ! Better I were distract: So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs ; And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose The knowledge of themselves.

Re-enter EDGAR. Edg. Give me your hand : Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum, Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. Exeunt.

[4] Our enemies are put upon the rack, and torn in pieces to extort confession of their secrets; to tear open their letters is more lawful. WARB.

(5) O undistinguished licentiousness of a woman's inclination. STEEV.

[6] I'll cover thee. In Staffordshire, to rake the fire, is to cover it with fuel for the night. JOHNSON.

[7] The duke of Albany, whose death is machinated by practice or treason). JOHNSON

SCENE VII. A Tent in the French Camp. LEAR on a bed, asleep; Physician,

Gentleman, and others, attending : Enter CORDELIA and Kent.

Cor. O thou good Kent, how shall I live, and work, To match thy goodness ? My life will be too short, And every measure fail me.

Kent. To be acknowledg’d, madam, is o'erpaid.
All my reports go with the modest truth ;
Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so.

Cor. Be better suited : 8
These weeds are memories of those worser hours ;
I pr’ythee, put them off.

Kent. Pardon me, dear madam ;
Yet to be known, shortens my made intent :
My boon I make it, that you know me not,
Till time and I think meet.
Eor. Then be it so, my good lord.—How does the

[To the Physician. Phys. Madam, sleeps still.

Cor. O you kind gods,
Cure this great breach in his abused nature !
The untun'd and jarring senses, 0, wind up
Of this child-changed father !9

Phys. So please your majesty,
That we may wake the king ? he hath slept long.

Cor. Be govern’d by your knowledge, and proceed I'the sway of your own will. is he array'd?

Gent. Ay, madam ; in the heaviness of his sleep, We put fresh garments on him.

Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him ; I doubt not of his temperance.

Cor. Very well.
Phy.Please you, draw near.-Louder the music there..

Cor. O my dear father ! Restoration, hang
Thy medicine on my lips ; and let this kiss
Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters
Have in thy reverence made !

Kent. Kind and dear princess !

Cor. Had you not been their father, these white flakes Had challeng’d pity of them. Was this a face To be expos'd against the warring winds ? [8] -Be better dressed, put on a better suit of clothes. STEEVENS. [9] Changed by his children. MALONE

To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick, cross lightning ! to watch (poor perdu !)
With this thin helm !' Mine enemy's dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire ; And wast thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn,
In short and musty straw? Alack, alack !
'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once
Had not concluded all.--He wakes ; speak to him.

Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest.
Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty!

Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the grave.-
Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like molten lead.

Cor. Sir, do you know me?
Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; When did you die ?
Cor. Still, still, far wide !
Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile.
Lear. Where have I been: Where am I?-Fair

I am mightily abus’d.2-I should even die with pity,
To see another thus. I know not what to say.--
I will not swear, these are my hands :- let's see ;
I feel this pin prick.-'Would I were assur'a
Of my condition.

Cor. O, look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me:
No, şir, you must not kneel.

Lear. Pray, do not mock me :
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly,
I fear, I am not in my perfect mind.
Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ;
Yet I am doubtful : for I am mainly ignorant
What place this is ; and all the skill I have
Remembers not these garments ; nor I know not
Where I did lodge last night : Do not laugh at me ;
For, as I am a man, I think this lady
To be my child Cordelia.
[1] The allusion is to the forlorn-hope in an army, which are put upon

des perate adventures, and called in French enfans perdus ; she therefore calls her father, poor perdu. WARBURTON.

[2] I am strangely imposed on by my appearances; I am in a strange mist of uncertainty,


Cor. And so I am, I am.
Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith. I pray, weep not:
If you have poison for me, I will drink it :
I know, you do not love me ; for your sisters
Have, as I do remember, done me wrong:
You have some cause, they have not.

Cor. No cause, no cause.
Lear. Am I in France ?
Kent. In your own kingdom, sir.
Lear. Do not abuse me.

Phys. Be comforted, good madam : the great rage,
You see, is curd in him : and yet it is danger
To make him even o'er the time he has lost. 3
Desire him to go in ; trouble him no more,
Till further settling.

Cor. Will't please your highness walk ?

Lear. You must bear with me :
Pray now, forget and forgive : I am old, and foolish.

[Exeunt LEAR, CORDELIA, Physician, and Attendants. Gent. Holds it true, sir, That the duke of Cornwall was so slain ?

Kent. Most certain, sir.
Gent. Who is conductor of his people ?

Kent. As it is said,
The bastard son of Gloster.

Gent. They say, Edgar,
His banish'd son, is with the earl of Kent
In Germany.

Kent. Report is changeable.
'Tis time to look about ; the powers o'the kingdom
Approach apace.

Gent. The arbitrement is like to be a bloody. Fare you well, sir.

[Exit. Kent. My point and period will be throughly wrought, Or well, or ill, as this day's battle's fought. [Exit.

[3] To reconcile it to his apprehension.


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ACT V. SCENE I. - The Camp of the British Forces, near Dover. Enter,

with drums and colours, EDMUND, REGAN, Officers, Soldiers,
and others.

Edm. Know of the duke, if his last purpose hold ;
Or, whether since he is advis'd by aught
To change the course : He's full of alteration,
And self-reproving :-bring

his constant pleasure.

[To an Officer, who goes out.
Reg. Our sister's man is certainly miscarried.
Edm. 'Tis to be doubted, madam.

Reg. Now, sweet lord,
You know the goodness I intend upon you :
Tell me,-but truly,- but then speak the truth,
Do you not love my sister ?

Edm. In honour'd love."
Reg. But have you never found my


way To the forefended place ?

Edm. That thought abuses you.

Reg. I am doubtful that you have been conjunct
And bosom'd with her, as far as we call hers.

Edm. No, by mine honour, madam.
Reg. I never shall endure her: Dear

my lord, Be not familiar with her.

Edm. Fear me not :-
She, and the duke her husband, -

Enter ALBANY, GONERIL, and Soldiers.
Gon. I had rather lose the battle, than that sister
Should loosen him and me.

Alb. Our very loving sister, well be met.
Sir, this 'I hear,- The king is come to his daughter,
With others, whom the rigour of our state
Forc'd to cry out. Where I could not be honest,
I never yet was valiant : for this business,
It toucheth us as France invades our land,
Not bolds the king ;5 with others, whom, I fear,
Most just and heavy causes make oppose.

Edm. Sir, you speak nobly.

[4] His settled resolution. JOHNSON

[5] This business (says Albany,) touches us as France invades oor land, got as it bolds the king, &c. i.e. emboldens him to assert his former title.


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