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Your name, fair gentlewoman?
Gon. This admiration, Sir, is much o'th' favour
Lear. Darkness and devils !
To them, Enter Albany.
Ingratitude ! thou marble-hearted fiend,
Alb. Pray, Sir, be patient.
Lear. Detested kite! thou lieft. [To Gon, My train are men of choice and rarest parts, That all particulars of duty know. Oh, moft small fault! How ugly didst thou in Cordelia shew! Which, like an engine, wrencht my frame of riature 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
Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap?
Lear. I tell thee-life and death! I am asham'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
Th’untented woundings of a father's curse
Alb. My lord, I'm guiltless, as I'm ignorant,
Lear. It may be fo, my lordHear, nature, hear; dear goddess, hear a father! If thou didit 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 A babe to honour her! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen, that it may live, And be a thwart disnatur'a torment to her; Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks; Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt; that she may feel, How sharper than a ferpent's tooth it is, To have a thanklesschild !--Go, go,my people. [Exe.
SCENE, an apartment in the castle belonging to the
earl of Glocefter.
weaves itself perforce into my business,
Edgar. I'm sure on't, not a word,
To tarry here. Fly, brother ! hence ! away.
[Exit Edgar. Glo'fter approaches. Now for a feigned fcuffle ! -Yield ! come before my father! lights, here,
lights! Some blood drawn on me, would beget opinion
[Wounds his arm. Of my more fierce encounter. I've seen drunkards Do more than this in sport. Father! father! Stop, stop, no help?
To him, enter Glocefter and servants with torches.
out, Mumbling of wicked charms, conj'ring the moon To stand's auspicious mistress.
Gloc. But where is he?
could Gloc. Pursue him, ho! go after. By no means,
what? Edm. Persuade me to thie murder of your lord