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Cord. Sir, do you know me?
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
Lear. Pray do not mock me ;
Cord. Ah, then farewell to patience! witness
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
Cord. Oh, my dear, dear father!
Gord. Oh, pity, Sir, a bleeding heart, and ceafe This killing language.
Lear. Tell me, friends, where am I?
Phys. Be comforted, good madam, forthe violence
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
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.
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,