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Gloc. Alack, alack the day!
To this great stage of fools.
Enter a Gentleman, with attendants. Gent. Oh, here he is, lay hand upon him; Sir, Your most dear daughter
Lear. No rescue? what, a prisoner? I am even The natural fool of fortune. Use me well, You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons ; I am cut to th' brain.
Gent. You shall have any thing.
Lear. No seconds? all myself? I will die bravely, Like a smug bridegroom. What? I will be jovial. Come, come, I am a king, my masters; know
Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you. Lear. Then there's life in't.
It were an excellent stratagem to shoe a troop of horse with felt: I'll put it in proof-no noise ! no noise ! now will we steal upon these fons-in-law; and then-kill, kill, kill, kill! [Exit with Gent.
Gloc. The king is mad. How stiff is my vile sense That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling Of my huge forrows ! Better I were distract,
And woe, by wrong imaginations, lose
Edgar. Well pray you, father.
Gloc. Hearty thanks!
Stew. A proclaim'd prize! most happy!
Edgar. Chill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion. Steut. Let go, lave, or thou diest.
Edgar. Good gentleman, go your gate, and let poor volk pass: And 'chud ha' been zwagger'd out of my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as ʼtis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th' old man; keep out, or i’se try whether your costard or my bat be the harder.
[Fight. Stew. Out, dunghill! [Edgar knocks him down. Slave, thou hast flain me; oh, untimely death!
[Dies. Edgar. I know thee well, a serviceable villain ; As duteous to the vices of thy mistress, As badness would defire.
Gloc. What, is he dead?
Edgar. Sit you down, Sir.
“ To Edmund, earl of Glo'fter. [Reading “ Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You < have many opportunities to cut him off; if he “ return the conqueror, then am I the prisoner, “ and his bed my gaol; from the loathed warmth “ whereof deliver me, and supply the place for
“ Your (wife, so I would say)
Oh, undistinguish'd space of woman's will !
Lear asleep on a couch, Cordelia, and attendants.
Cure this great breach in his abused nature!
Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake
I doubt not of his temperance.
Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms, that my two fifters Have in thy reverence made !
Phys. Kind and dearest princess !
Cord. Oh, Regan ! Gonerill, inhuman fifters !
Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest.