Your name, fair gentlewoman? Gon. This admiration, Sir, is much o'th' favour You, as you're old and reverend, fhould be wife. And the remainders, To be fuch men as may befort your age, Lear. Darkness and devils! Saddle my horses, call my train together. Gon. You ftrike my people, and your disorder'd rabble Make fervants of their betters. To them, Enter Albany. Lear. Woe! that too late repents Oh, Sir, are you come? Is it your will? fpeak, Sir. Prepare my horfes.→ [To Alb. Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous when thou shew'ft thee in a child, Than the fea-monster. Alb. Pray, Sir, be patient. Lear. Detefted kite! thou lieft. [To Gon. My train are men of choice and rareft parts, That all particulars of duty know. Oh, most small fault! How ugly didft thou in Cordelia fhew! Which, like an engine, wrencht my frame of nature From the fix'd place; drew from my heart all love, And added to the gall. Oh, Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly in, [Striking his head. And thy dear judgment out.-Go, go, my people. Alb. Now, gods that we adore, whereof comes this? Gon. Never afflict yourself to know of it; But let his difpofition have that scope That dotage gives it. Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap? Alb. What's the matter, Sir? Lear. I tell thee-life and death! I am afham'd That thou haft power to shake my manhood thus ; [To Gon. That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, Should make thee worth them.-Blafts and fogs upon thee ! Th'untented woundings of a father's curfe Alb. My lord, I'm guiltlefs, as I'm ignorant, Lear. It may be fo, my lord Hear, nature, hear; dear goddefs, hear a father! If thou didft intend To make this creature fruitful, change thy purpose; Into her womb convey fterility, Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring To have a thanklefs child!--Go, go, my people. [Exe. SCENE, an apartment in the caftle belonging to the earl of Glocefter. Enter Edmund. HE duke be here to-night! the better ! beft! weaves itself into my oufinefs, Which I must act: briefnefs and fortune, work! Brother, a word; defcend; brother, I say !— To him, enter Edgar. ༢ My father watches; oh, Sir, fly this place, Edgar. I'm fure on't, not a word, Edm. I hear my father coming. 'Tis not fafe To tarry here. Fly, brother! hence! away. Some blood drawn on me, would beget opinion Father! father! To him, enter Glocester and fervants with torches. Gloc. Now, Edmund, where's the villain? Edm. Here ftood he in the dark, his fharp fword out, Mumbling of wicked charms, conj'ring the moon To ftand's aufpicious mistress. Gloc. But where is he? Edm. Look, Sir, I bleed. Gloc. Where is the villain, Edmund? Edm. Fled this way, Sir, when by no means he could Gloc. Purfue him, ho! go after. By no means, what? Edm. Perfuade me to the murder of your lord fhip; But |