To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Ay, and for laying autumn's dust.
Gent. Good Sir,-

Lear. I will die bravely, like a bridegroom:
What?

I will be jovial; come, come; I am a king,
My masters, know you that?

Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you. Lear. Then there's life in it. Nay, an you get it, you shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa.

[Exit running.-Attendants follow. Gent. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch; Past speaking of in a king !-Thou hast one daugh

ter,

Who redeems nature from the general curse
Which twain have brought her to.

Edg. Hail, gentle Sir.

Gent. Sir, speed you: What's your will?

Edg. Do you hear aught, Sir, of a battle toward? Gent. Most sure, and vulgar: every one hears that,

Which can distinguish sound.

Edg. But, by your favour, How near's the other army?

Gent. Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry Stands on the hourly thought..

Edg. I thank you, Sir: that's all.

Gent. Though that the queen on special cause is

here,

Her army is moved on.

Edg. I thank you, Sir.

[Exit Gentleman..

Glo. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from

me;

Let not my worser spirit + tempt me again

To die before you please!

Edg. Well pray you, father.

Glo. Now, good Sir, what are you?

Eug. A most poor nian, made tame by fortune's blows;

Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows, Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand, I'll lead you to some biding.

Glo. Hearty thanks:

The main body is expected to be descried every hour. + Evil genius.

The bounty and the benizon⚫ of heaven
To boot, and boot +!

Enter STEWARD.

Stew. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!

That eyeless head of thine was first framed fresh To raise my fortunes.-Thou old unhappy traitor, Briefly thyself remember:-The sword is out That must destroy thee.

Glo. Now let thy friendly hand

Put strength enough to it.

Stew. Wherefore, bold peasant,

[Edgar opposes.

Darest thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence; Lest that the infection of his fortune take

Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.

Edg. Ch'ill not let go, Zir, without vurther 'casion. Stew. Let go, slave, or thou diest.

Edg. Good gentleman, go your gaits, and let poor volk pass. And ch'ud ha' been zwagger'd out of my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man; keep out, che vor'ye, or ise try whether your costard or my bat be the harder: Ch'ill be plain with you. Stew. Out, dunghill!

Edg. Ch'ill pick your teeth, Zir: come; no matter vor your foins.

[They fight; and Edgar knocks him down. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me :-Villain, take my purse;

If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body;
And give the letters, which thou find'st about me,
To Edmund earl of Gloster; seek him out
Upon the British party :-0, untimely death!

[Dies.
Edg. I know thee well: a serviceable villain;
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:

Blessing.

+ Reward, recompence.

Quickly recollect the offences of thy life.

Go your way. Head. ¶ Clubs. ** Thrust.

To know our enemies' minds, we'd rip their hearts; Their papers, is more lawful*.

[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 (so I would say), and your affectionate servant,

GONERIL.

O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!
A plot upon her virtuous husband's life;
And the exchange, my brother!- Here, in the
sands,

Thee I'll rake up t, the post unsanctified

Of murderous lechers: and, in the mature time,
With this ungracious paper strike the sight

Of the death-practised 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.

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 acknowledged, madam, is o'er-paid.

To rip their papers is more lawful.

↑ I'll cover thee (the dead steward) in the sands.

All my reports go with the modest truth;
Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so.

Cor. Be better-suited *:

These weeds are memories + of those worser hours; 1 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.

Cor. Then be it so, my good lord.-How does the

king?

Phys. Madam, sleeps still.

Cor. O you kind gods,

[To the Physician.

Cure this great breach in his abused nature!
The untuned and jarring senses, O, wind up
Of this child-changed father!

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.

Phys. 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 princes!

Cor. Had you not been their father, these white flakes

Had challenged pity of them. Was this a face
To be exposed against the warring winds?
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,

• Dressed. + Memorials.

French, enfans perdus.
Thin covering of hair.

+ Intent formed.

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 day-light?

I am mightily abused.-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 assured
Of my condition.

Cor. O, look upon me, Sir,

And hold your hands in benediction o'er me ;-
No, Sir, 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.

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.