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Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head.
stand. Edgar. Give me your hand : You're now within
Of th' extreme verge: For all below the moon
Let go my hand :
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.
Gloc. Ha! who comes here?
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. 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.
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. Arraign her first ! 'tis Gonerill. I here
money for thee.
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. 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;