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As duteous to the vices of thy mistress,
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.
 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.
 I'll cover thee. In Staffordshire, to rake the fire, is to cover it with fuel for the night. JOHNSON.
 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.
Cor. Be better suited : 8
Kent. Pardon me, dear madam ;
[To the Physician. Phys. Madam, sleeps still.
Cor. O you kind gods,
Phys. So please your majesty,
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.
Cor. O my dear father ! Restoration, hang
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 ?  -Be better dressed, put on a better suit of clothes. STEEVENS.  Changed by his children. MALONE
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest.
Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the grave.-
Cor. Sir, do you know me?
Cor. O, look upon me, sir,
Lear. Pray, do not mock me :
des perate adventures, and called in French enfans perdus ; she therefore calls her father, poor perdu. WARBURTON.
 I am strangely imposed on by my appearances; I am in a strange mist of uncertainty,
Cor. And so I am, I am.
Cor. No cause, no cause.
Phys. Be comforted, good madam : the great rage,
Cor. Will't please your highness walk ?
Lear. You must bear with me :
[Exeunt LEAR, CORDELIA, Physician, and Attendants. Gent. Holds it true, sir, That the duke of Cornwall was so slain ?
Kent. Most certain, sir.
Kent. As it is said,
Gent. They say, Edgar,
Kent. Report is changeable.
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.
 To reconcile it to his apprehension.
ACT V. SCENE I. - The Camp of the British Forces, near Dover. Enter,
with drums and colours, EDMUND, REGAN, Officers, Soldiers,
Edm. Know of the duke, if his last purpose hold ;
his constant pleasure.
[To an Officer, who goes out.
Reg. Now, sweet lord,
Edm. In honour'd love."
way To the forefended place ?
Edm. That thought abuses you.
Reg. I am doubtful that you have been conjunct
Edm. No, by mine honour, madam.
my lord, Be not familiar with her.
Edm. Fear me not :-
Enter ALBANY, GONERIL, and Soldiers.
Edm. Sir, you speak nobly.
 His settled resolution. JOHNSON
 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.