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Be thy mouth or black or white,
Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan--fee what breeds about her heart—Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts? You, Sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments. You will say, they are Perfian; but let them be chang'd.
Re-enter Glo'fter. Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here and rest a while. Lear. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the
Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.
master? Kent, Here, Sir, but trouble him not; his wits are
And follow me, that will to some provision
Kent. Opprest Nature sleeps :
(To Fool. Glo. Come, come, away.
[Exeunt, bearing off the King.
Manet Edgar. Edg. When we our Betters fee bearing our Woes, We scarcely think our Miseries Who alone fuffers, suffers most i'th' Mind; Leaving free things, and happy Shows behind : But then the Mind much Suff'rance does o'erskip, When Grief hath Mates, and Bearing Fellowship. How light, and portable, my pain seems now, When That, which makes me bend, makes the King He childed, as I father'd! — Tom, away; [bow; Mark the high Noises, and thyself bewray, When false Opinion, whose wrong Thought defiles
thee, In thy just Proof repeals, and reconciles thee. What will, hap more to Night; safe 'scape the King! Lurk, Lurk.
Exit Edgar. S CE N E X.
Changes to Glo'ser's Castle. Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Edmund, and
Servants. Corn. OST speedily to my lord your husband,
shew him this letter; the army of France is landed; seek out the traitor Gloster.
Reg. Hang him instantly.
you our Gifter company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traiterous father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the Duke, where you are going, to a molt festinate preparation; we are bound to the like. Our Pofts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewel, dear sister ; farewel, my
fifterlord of Gloʻster.
Enter Steward. How now? Where's the King ?
Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him hence.
Corn. Get horses for your mistress.
[Exeunt Gon, and Edm. Corn. Edmund, farewel : go seek the traitor
Enter Glo'ster, brought in by Servants.
Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
consider. You are my Guests : Do me no foul play, friends. Corn. Bind him, I say.
[They bind him. Reg. Hard, hard: O'filthy traitor!
Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are! I'm none.
Reg. So white, and such a traitor ?
Glo. Naughty lady, These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, Will quicken and accuse thee; I'm your Host; With robbers' hands, my hospitable favour You should not ruffle thus. What will
do? Corn. Come, Sir, what letters had you late from
France ? Reg. Be fimple-answer’d, for we know the truth. Corn. And what confed'racy have you with the
Reg. To whose hands
Glo. I have a letter gueflingly fet down,
Reg. Wherefore to Dover?
Corn. Wherefore to Dover? let him first answer that. Glo. I am tyd to th' flake, and I must stand the
course. Reg. Wherefore to Dover ?
Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his
eyes; nor thy fierce lifter In his anointed flesh stick boarish phangs. The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night indur'd, would have boil'd up, And quench'd the ftelled fires;
"Yet poor old heart, he help'd the heav'ns to rain.
Corn. See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. (Glo'ster is held down, while Cornwell treads out
one of his eyes, Glo. He, that will think to live 'till he be old, Give me some help.+0 cruel ! O you.gods!
Reg. One fide will mock another; th other too.
Serv. Hold your hand, my lord:
hold. Reg. How now, you dog ?
Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean? Corn. My villain! Serv. Nay then come on, and take the chance of sanger.
[Fight; in the Scuffle Cornwall is wounded. Reg. Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus ?
(Kills him. Seru. Oh, I am slain-my lord, you have one eye
left To see some mischief on him. Oh
[Dies. Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it; out, vile gelly: Where is thy lustre now? [Treads the other out. Glo. All dark and comfortless—where's my son
Reg. Out, treacherous villain.