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Lear. Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do fcald like molten lead.

Cord. Sir, do you know me?
Lear. You're a spirit, I know; when did you die?
Cord. Still, still, far wide!
Phys. He's scarce awake : he'll soon grow more

compos'd. Lear. Where have I been ? where am I ? fair

day-light? I'm mightily abus'd; I should even die with pity, To see another thus. I know not what to say; I will not swear these are my

hands : 'Would I were affur'd of


condition !
Cord. Oh, look upon nie, Sir,
And hold your hand in benediction o'er me.
Nay, Sir, you must not kneel.

Lear. Pray do not mock me ;
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward ; and to deal plainly,
I fear, I am not in my perfect mind.

Cord. Ah, then farewell to patience! witness

for me,

Ye mighty pow'rs, I ne'er complain’d till now! Lear. Methinks, I should know you, and know

this man. VOL. III.



Yet I am doubtful: for I'm mainly ignorant
What place this is; and all the skill I have
Remembers not these garments : nay, I know not
Where I did sleep last night. Do not laugh at me,
For, as I am a man, I think this lady
To be my child Cordelia.

Cord. Oh, my dear, dear father!
Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, faith ; pray, do

not weep:
I know I have giv'n thee cause, and am so humbled
With crosses since, that I could ask
Forgiveness of thee, were it possible
That thou couldst grant it;
If thou hast poison for me I will drink it,
Bless thee, and die.

Gord. Oh, pity, Sir, a bleeding heart, and ceafe This killing language.

Lear. Tell me, friends, where am I?
Phys. In your own kingdom, Sir.
Lear. Do not abuse me.

Phys. Be comforted, good madam, forthe violence
Of his distemper's paft; we'll lcad him in,
Nor trouble him, 'till he is better settled.
Will’t please you, Sir, walk into freer air?

Lear. You must bear with me; pray you now, Forget and forgive ! I am old and foolish.

[They lead him off.


Cord. The gods restore you !hark, I hear afar The beaten drum. Oh! for an arm Like the fierce thunderer's, when the earth-bornsons Storm'd Heav'n, to fight this injur'd father's battle! That I could shift my sex, and dye me deep In his opposers' blood ! but, as I may, With womens' weapons, piety and pray’rs, I'll aid his cause.—You never-erring gods Fight on his side, and thunder on his foes Such tempests as his poor ag'd head sustain'd: Your image suffers when a monarch bleeds : 'Tis your own cause ; for that your succours bring; Revenge yourselves, and right an injur’d king!

[Exit. Edmund in his tent. Edm. To both these sisters have I sworn my love, Each jealous of the other, as the stung Are of the adder ;-neither can be held, If both remain alive.-- Where shall I fix? Cornwall is dead, and Regan's empty bed Seems cast by fortune for me-But bright Gonerill, Brings yet untasted beauty ; I will use Her husband's count'nance for the battle, then Usurp at once his bed and throne. [Enter Officers. My trusty scouts, you're well return'd; have ye defcried


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The strength and posture of the enemy?

Of. We have, and were surpris’d to find The banish'd Kent return'd, and at their head; Your brother Edgar on the rear; old Glo'ster (A moving spectacle) led through the ranks, Whose pow'rful tongue, and more prevailing

wrongs, Have so enrag'd their rustick spirit, that with Th' approaching dawn we must expect a battle. Edm. You bring a welcome hearing. Each to

his charge; To-night repose you ; and i'th' morn we'll give The fun a fight that shall be worth his rising.


Scene, a valley near the camp.

Enter Edgar and Glocester. Edgar. Here, Sir, take you the shadow of this tree For your good hoft; pray that the right may thrive: If ever I return to you again, I'll bring you comfort.

[Exit. Gloc. Thanks, friendly Sir, The fortune your good cause deserves betide you.

An alarm, after which Glocefter speaks. The fight grows hot; the whole war's now at work.


Where's Glo'ster now, that us’d to head the fray? No more of shelter, thou blind vorm, but forth To th’ open field ? the war may come this way, And crush thee into reit.—Here lay thee down, And tear the earth. When, Edgar, wilt thou come To pardon, and dismiss me to the grave ?

[A retreat founded. Hark! a retreat; the king I fear has lost.

Re-enter Edgar.

Edgar, Away, old man, give me your hand, away! King Lear has lost; he and his daughter ta'en : Give me your hand. Come on!

Gloc. No farther, Sir; a man may rot, even here. Edgar. What! in ill thoughts again? men must

endure Their going hence ev'n as their coming hither. Gloc. Heaven's will be done then! henceforth l'll

endure Affliction, till it do cry out itself, Enough, enough, and die.

[Exeunt. Flourish. Enter in conquest, Albany, Gonerill, Regan,

Edmund.Lear, Kent, Cordelia, prisoners. Alb. It is enough to have conquer'd ; cruelty Should ne'er survive the fight. Captain o’th' guard,


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