Of murd'rous lechers: and in the mature time, Glo. The King is mad: how fliff is my vile fense, That I ftand up, and have ingenious Feeling Of my huge forrows! better I were distract, Edg. Give me your hand : Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. Cor. SCENE Changes to a Chamber. X. Enter Cordelia, Kent, and Phyfician. Thou good Kent, how fhall I live and work To match thy goodness? life will be too fhort, And ev'ry measure fail me. Kent. To be acknowledg'd, Madam, is o'erpaid; All my reports go with the modeft truth, Nor more, nor clipt, but fo. Cor. Be better fuited; These weeds are memories of thofe worfer hours: I pr'ythee, put them off. Kent. Pardon, dear Madam, Yet to be known, fhortens my laid intent; 'Till time and I think meet. Cor. Then be it fo, My lord. How does the King? [To the Phyfician. Phyf. Madam, fleeps fill. Cor. O you kind Gods! Cure Cure this great breach in his abused nature; Phyf. Please your Majefty, That we may wake the king, he hath flept long? Enter Lear in a chair, carried by Servants. Phyf. Ay, Madam; in the heaviness of sleep, Be by, good Madam, when we do awake him; Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, hang Kent. Kind and deareft Princefs! Cor. Had you not been their Father, these white Did challenge pity of them. Was this a face, To ftand against the deep, dread-bolted Thunder? Of quick, crofs Lightning? To watch, poor Perdu! Cor. How does my royal lord? how fares your 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 Do fcold like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a fpirit, I know; when did you die? Cor. Still, ftill, far wide Phyf. He's fcarce awake, let him alone a while. Lear. Where have I been? where am I? fair daylight? I'm mightily abus'd; I fhould even die with Pity, Cor. O look upon me, Sir, And hold your hand in benediction o'er me. Lear. Pray, do not mock me; Fourfcore and upward; and, to deal plainly, Methinks, I fhould 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 not. If you have poifon for me, I will drink it; Lear. Am I in France? Kent. In your own kingdom, Sir. Phyf. Be comforted, good Madam; the great Rage, You You fee, is cur'd in him:-and, yet, *twere danger Cor. Will't please your Highness walk? Pray you now, forget and forgive; I am old and foolish. [Exeunt Lear, Cord. Phys. and attendants. Manent Kent and Gentleman. Gent. Holds it true, Sir, that the Duke of Cornwall was fo flain? Kent. Moft certain, Sir. Gent. Who is Conductor of his people? Kent. As 'tis faid, the Baftard Son of Glofter. Gent. They fay, Edgar, his banifht Son, is with the Earl of Kent in Germany. Kent. Report is changeable: 'Tis time to look about: the Powers of the Kingdom approach apace. Gent. The Arbitrement is like to be bloody. Fare you well, Sir. [Exit Gent. Kent. My Point and Period will be throughly wrought, Or well, or ill, as this day's Battle's fought. [Exit Kent. ACT V. SCENE I. A CAM P. Enter Edmund, Regan, Gentleman and Soldiers. K EDMUND. NOW of the Duke, if his last purpose hold; Or whether fince he is advis'd by aught, To change the courfe? he's full of Alteration, And self-reproving: bring his conftant pleasure. VOL. VII. F Reg. Reg. Our fifter's man is certainly miscarry'd. You know the goodness I intend upon you: Edm. In honour'd love. Reg. But have you never found my brother's To the fore-fended place? Edm. No, by mine honour, Madam. Reg. I never fhall endure her; dear my lord, Be not familiar with her. way Edm. Fear not; fhe, and the Duke her husband Enter Albany, Gonerill, and Soldiers. Gon. I'd rather lose the Battle, than that Sifter Should loofen him and Me. [Afide. Alb. Our very loving fifter, well be met: It toucheth us, as France invades our Land, Reg. Why is this reafon'd? Gon. Combine together 'gainft the enemy: For thefe domeftic and particular. broils Are not the queftion here. Edm. I fhall attend you prefently at your Tent. Alb. Let's then determine with th' Ancient of war On our proceeding. Reg. Sifter, you'll go with us? Gon. No. Reg. 'Tis moft convenient, pray you, go with us. Gon. Oh, ho, I know the riddle, I will go. SCENE |