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Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head.
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yon tall anchoring bark,
Diminish'd to her cock; her cock! a buoy
Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge
Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,
Left my brain turn, and the deficient fight
Topple down headlong.
Gloc. Set me where


stand. Edgar. Give me your hand : You're now within

a foot

Of th' extreme verge: For all below the moon
Would I not now leap forward.
Gloc. Let

Let go my hand :
Here, friend, 's another purse, in it a jewel
Well worth a poor man's taking. May the gods
Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off;
Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.

Edgar. Now fare you well, good Sir. [Seems to go. I trifle thus with his despair to cure it.

Gloc. Oh, you mighty gods ! This world I do renounce; and in your sights Shake patiently my great affliction off: If I could bear it longer, and not fall To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, My snuff and latter part of nature should Burn itself out. If Edgar live, oh, bless him !



Enter Lear, drejt madly with flowers.
Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining :
I am the king himself.

Gloc. Ha! who comes here?
Edgar. Oh, thou side-piercing fight!

Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. There's your press-money, That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper: Draw me a clothier's yard. Look, look, a mouse! peace, peace ;-there's my gauntlet, I'll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. Oh, well flown barb! i'th' clout, i'th' clout; hewgh!-give the word,

Edgar. Sweet marjoram,
Lear. Pass!
Gloc. I know that voice.

Lear. Ha! Gonerill! ha! Regan! they flatter'd me like a dog, and told me I had white hairs in my beard ere the black ones were there. To say ay, and no, to every thing that I faid.-Ay, and no too, was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding: there I found 'em, there I smelt 'em out! Go to, they are not men o' their words; they told me, I was every thing; 'tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.

Gloc. The trick of that voice I do well remember: Is't not the king ?


Lear. Ay, every inch a king.
When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.
I pardon that man's life. What was the cause?
Adultry ? thou shalt not die; die for adultry? no:
To't, luxury, pell mell; for I lack soldiers.
Gloc. Not all my sorrows paft so deep have

touch'd me
As these fad accents. Sight were now a torment.

Lear. Behold yon fimpering dame, whose face presages snow; that minces virtue, and does shake the head to hear of pleasure's name! The fitchew, nor the pampered steed, goes to it with a more riotous appetite; down from the waist they are centaurs, tho’ women all above : But to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends'. There's hell, there's darkness, there's the sulphurous pit; fy, fy, fy; pah, pah; an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination there's

Gloc. Oh, let me kiss that hand.
Lear. Let me wipe it first, it smells of mortality.
Gloc. Oh, ruin'd piece of nature !

Lear. Arraign her first ! 'tis Gonerill. I here
take my oath before this honourable affembly, she
struck the poor king her father.
Gloc. Patience, good Sir!


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Lear. And here's another, whose warpt looks

proclaim What store her heart is made of.-Stop her there! Arms, arms! sword, fire!-Corruption in the place! False justicer, why haft thou let her fcape!

Gloc. Oh, pity, Sir! where is the firmness now That

you fo oft have boasted?-Do you know me? Lear. I do remember thine eyes well enough! do thy worst, blind Cupid; I'll not love. Read thou this challenge, mark but the penning of it. Gloc. Were all the letters funs, I could not see

one. Edgar. I would not take this from report; it is, And my heart breaks at it.

Lear. Read.
Gloc. What, with this case of eyes?

Lear. Oh, oh, are you there with me? no eyes in your head, nor no money in your purse? yet you see how this world goes.

Gloc. I see it feelingly.

Lear. What, art mad ? a man may see how this world goes,

Look with thine ears: fee, how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark in thine ear: Change places, and handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar?


with no eyes.

Gloc. Ay, Sir.

Lear. And the beggar run from the cur? there thou might'st behold the great image of authority; a dog's obey'd in office. Thou rascal-beadle, hold thy bloody hand : Why dost thoù lash that whore? strip thy own back; Thou hotly luft'st to use her in that kind, For which thou whip’st her. Th’usurer hangs the


Through tatter'd weeds small vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate fins with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Get thee glass eyes,
And, like a scurvy politician, feem
To see the things thou doit not.
Now, now, now, now. Pull off my boots: Harder,

harder, so.
Edgar. Oh, matter and impertinency mix’d,
Reason in madness!
Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my

I know thee well enough, thy name is Glo'ster;
Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:
Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air,
We waule and cry. I will preach to thee; mark--


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