At once, had not concluded all. He wakes, Phyf. Madam, do you fpeak, 'tis fitteft. Cor. How does my royal Lord? how fares your Majefty? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o'th' grave; Thou art a foul in blifs, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do fcald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a fpirit I know, when did you die? Phyf. He's fcarce awake, let him alone a while. I will not fwear these are my hands: let's fee Cor. O look on me, Sir, And hold your hand in benediction o'er me Lear. Pray, do not mock me; Fourfcore and upward, and to deal plainly with you, Methinks I should know you, and know this man, To be my child Cordelia. Cor. And fo I am; I am Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, 'faith; I pray you, weep nota If you have poifon for me, I will drink it; I know you do not love me; for your fifters Lear. Am I in France ? Kent Kent. In your own kingdom, Sir. Lear. Do not abufe me. Phyf. Be comforted, good Madam; the great rage You fee is cur'd: defire him to go in. And trouble him no more 'till further fettling. Cor. Will't please your Highness walk ? Pray you now, forget and forgive, I am old and foolish. ACT V. SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Enter Baftard, Regan, Gentlemen and Soldiers. Baß. K Now of the Duke if his laft purpose hold, Reg. Now, fweet Lord, You know the goodness I intend upon you: Baft. In honour'd love. Reg. But have you never found my brother's way To the fore-fended place? Baft. No, by mine honour. Reg. I never fhall endure her; dear my Lord, Be not familiar with her. Baft. Fear not; fhe and the Duke her husband- Alb. Our very loving fifter, well be met: Sir, this I heard, the King is come to his daughter It toucheth us as France invades our land, Not holds to th' King, with others, whom I fear Gon. Combine together 'gainst the enemy: For thefe domeftick and particular broils' Are not the question here. Alb. Let's then determine with th' Ancients of war On our proceeding. Reg. Sifter, you'll go with us? Gon. No. Reg. It is moft convenient, pray, go with us. Gon. Oh ho, I know the riddle, I will go. [Afide.] [Exe SCENE II. Manet Albany. Enter Edgar difguis'd. Edg. If e'er your Grace had fpeech with man so poor, Hear me one word. Alb. I'll overtake you:- -speak. Edg. Before you fight the battle, ope this letter. For him that brought it wretched though I feem, When time shall ferve, let but the herald cry, [Exit Alb. Why, fare thee well; I will o'erlook thy paper. Enter Baftard. Baft. The enemy's in view, draw up your powers. Hard is the guess of their true ftrength and forces, By diligent difcovery; but your hafte Is now urg'd on you. Alb. We will greet the time. SCENE III. [Exit Baft. To both thefe fifters have I fworn my love: Are of the adder. Which of them fhall I take? Her Her husband being alive. Now then, we'll use : SCENE IV. A Field. [Exit. Alarum within. Enter with drum and colours, Lear, Cordelia, and Soldiers over the flage, and exeunt. Enter Edgar and Glo'fter. Edg. Here, father, take the shadow of this tree For your good hoft; pray that the right may thrive: If ever I return to you again, I'll bring you comfort. Glo. Grace be with you, Sir! [Exit Edgar. [Alarum and retreat within. Re-enter Edgar. Edg. Away, old man, give me thy hand, away; King Lear hath loft, he and his daughter ta'en, Give me thy hand. Come on. Glo. No further, Sir; a man may rot even here. Edg. What, in ill thoughts again; men muft endure Their going hence, ev'n as their coming hither: Ripeness is all; come on. Glo. And that's true too. SCENE V. A Camp. [Exeunt. Enter Baftard; Lear and Cordelia as prifoners; Soldiers, Captain. Baft. Some officers take them away; good guard, Cor. We're not the first, Who with beft meaning have incurr'd the worst: When When thou doft ask me bleffing, I'll kneel down And pray, and fing, and tell old tales, and laugh Talk of Court-news, and we'll talk with them too, As if we were God's fpies. And we'll wear out, Baft. Take them away. Lear. Upon fuch facrifices, my Cordelia, The Gods themselves throw incenfe. Have I caught thee? The goujeres fhall devour them flesh and fell, Come. Ere they fhall make us weep; we'll fee 'em ftarv'd firft. Capt. I'll do't, my Lord. Baft. About it, and write happy, when thou'ft done. Mark, I fay inftantly, and carry it fo As I have fet it down. SCENE [Exit Captaia. VI. To him, Enter Albany, Gonerill, Regan, and Soldiers. I do require them of you, fo to use them, Baf. I thought fit |