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hence :

For, with throwing thus my head,

'keep you our sister company; the revenges we are Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled. ibound to take upon your traitorous father, are not Do de, de de. Sessa. Come, march to wakes and fit for your beholding Advise the duke, where you fairs, and market-lowns :-Poor Tom, thy horn are going, to a most festinate preparation ; we are is dry.

bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift and inLear

. Then let them anatomize Regan; see what telligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister ;-farebreeds about her heart: Is there any cause in na- well, my lord of Gloster.3 ture, that makes these hard hearts ?-You, sir, I

Enter Steward. entertain you for one of my hundred ; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments: you will! How now? Where's the king. say, they are Persian attire; but let them be Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him changed.

[To Edgar. Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here, and rest Some five or six and thirty of his knights, a while.

Hot questrists+ after him, met him at gate; Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the Who, with some other of the lord's departments, curtains : So, so, so: We'll goto supper i’the morn- Are gone with him towards Dover ; where they ing: So, so, so.

boast Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.

To have well-armed friends.

Corn.
Re-enter Gloster.

Get horses for your mistress.

Gon. Farewell, swect lord, and sister. Glo. Come hither, friend: Where is the king my

[Exeunt Goneril and Edmund. master ?

Corn. Edmund, farewell.-Go, seek the traitor Kent. Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us.

Gloster, are gone. Glo. Good friend, I prythee take him in thy arms ; Though well we may not pass upon his life

(Exeunt other Servants. I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him: There is a litter ready ; lay him in't,

Without the form of justice; yet our power And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt Shall do a courtesy» to our wrath, which men meet

May blame, but not control. Who's there; The Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master:

traitor ?
If thou should'st dally half an hour, his life,
With thine, and all that offer to defend him,

Re-enter Servants, with Gloster.
Stand in assured loss : Take up, take up;
And follow me, that will to some provision

Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.

Corn. Bind fast his corky arms. Give thee quick conduct.

Glo. What means your graces?-Good my friends, Kent. Oppress'd nature sleeps :

consider This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses, You are my guests : do me no foul play, friends. Which, if convenience will not allow,

Corn. Bind him, I say. (Servants bind him. Stand in hard cure.-Come, help to bear thy master;

Reg.

Hard, hard :-0 filthy traitor! Thou must not stay behind.

[To the Fool.

Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. Glo.

Come, come, away.
(Exeunt Kent, Gloster, and the Fool,

Corn. To this chair bind himn :-Villain, thou

shalt find (Regan plucks his beard. bearing off the King. Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes, To pluck me by the beard.

Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done Ile scarcely think our miseries our foes.

Reg. So white, and such a traitor! Who alone suffers, suflers rnost i'the mind;

Glo. Leaving free things, and happy shows, behind:

Naughty lady,

These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin, But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip,

Will quicken," and accuse thee: I am your host; When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.

With robbers' hands, my hospitable favours How light and portable my pain seems now, You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? When that, which makes me bend, makes the king

Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from bow;

France ?
Ue childed, as I father'd !-Tom, away:
Mark the high noises ;' and thyself bewray,2

Reg. Be simple-answerd, for we know the truth. Vhen false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles

Corn. And what confederacy have you with the

traitors thee,

Late footed in the kingdom ? o thy just proof, repeals, and reconciles thee.

Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatic What will hap more to-night, safe’scape the king! Lurk, lurk.

[Ezit.

king?

Speak. SCENE VII-A room in Gloster's castle. En

Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down, ter Cornwall, Regan, Goneril, Edmund, and Ser-Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, vants.

And not from one oppos'd.
Corn.

Cunning.
Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband; Reg.

And false, bow him this letter:- the army of France is landed: Corn. Where hast thou sent the king ? -Seek out the villain Gioster.

To Dover. [Exeunt some of the Servants. Reg.

Wherefore Reg. Hang him instantly.

To Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at thy perilGon. Pluck out his eyes. Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.-Edmund, (3) Meaning Edmund, invested with his fathers'

titles. (1) The great events that are approaching. (4) Inquirers, (5) Bend to our wrath. (2) Betray, discover,

(6) Deceitful. (7) Live, (8) Features,

Glo.

of eggs,

of anger:

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Corn. Wherefore to Dover ? Let him firstanswer! 1 Serv. I'll never care what wickeaness, do, that.

If this man comes to good. Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the 2 Serv.

If she live long, course.

And, in the end, meet the old course of death, Reg. Wherefore to Daver ?

Women will all turn monsters. Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails 1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister

Bedlare In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.

To lead him where he would; his roguish madness The sea, with such a storm as his bare head Allows itself to any thing. In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up, 2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites And quench'd the stelled' fires; yet, poor old heart, He hõlp the heavens to rain.

To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,

him!

[Ezeunt screrally. Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn the key; All cruels else subscrib'd:-But I shall see The winged vengeance overlake such children. Corn. See it shalt thou never :-Fellows, hold

ACT IV. the chair : Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.

SCENE I. The heath. Enter Edgar. [Gloster is held down in the chair, while Cornwall plucks out one of his eyes, and sets

Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be conhis foot on it.

temn'd, Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old,

Than still contemn'd, and flatter'd. To be worst, Give me some help :-0 cruel! O ye gods! The lowest, and most dejected thing of fortune Reg. One side will mock another; the other too. Stands still in esperance,' lives not in fear: Corn. If you sce vengeance,–

The lamentable change is from the best; Serv.

Hold yo'ır hand, my lord. The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then, I have serv'd you ever since I was a child;'

Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace! But better service have I never done you,

The wretch, that thou hast blown unto the worst, Than now to bid you hold.

Owes nothing to thy blasts.-But who comes Reg. How now, you dog!

here? Serv. If you did wear a bcard upon your chin,

Enter Gloster, led by an Old Man. I'd shake it on this quarrel : What do you mean?

Corn. My villain! (Draws, and runs at him. My father, poorly led ?-World, world, world! Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,

Lise would not yield to age. [Draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded. Old Man. O my good lord, I have been you Reg. Give me thy sword.-{To another Servant.] tenant, and your father's tenant, these sorescure A peasant stand up thus!

years. [Snatches a sword, comes behind, and slabs him. Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be goue: Serv. O, I am slain!-My lord, you have one Thy comforts can do me no good at all,

Thee they may hurt. To see some mischief on him:-0! [Dies. Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way. Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it:-Out, vile Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eres; jelly!

I stumbled when I saw: Full oft'tis seen, Where is thy lustre now?

Our mean secures us; and our mere defects [Tears out Gloster's other eye, and throws Prove our commodities. -Ah, dear son Edgar it on the ground.

The food of thy abused father's wrath! Glo. All dark and comfortless.-Where's my Might I but live to see thee in my touch, son Edmund ?

I'd say, I had eyes again! Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,

Old Man.

How novy? Who's there? To quit this horrid act.

Edg. [.Aside.] O gods! Who is't can say, I am Reg. Out, treacherous villain !

at the worst? Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he I am worse than e'er I was. That made the overture“ of thy treasons to us; Old Man.

'Tis poor mad Ton. Who is too good to pity thcc.

Edg. (Aside.) And worse I may be yet : The Glo. O my follies!

worst is not, Then Edgar was abus'd.

So long as we can say, This is the worst.
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Old Man. Fellow, where goest?
Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him smell Glo.

Is it a beggar-man? His way to Dover.-How is't, my lord ? How look Old Man. Madman and beggar too. you?

Glo. He has some reason, else he could not bez Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt :-Follow me, I'the last night's storm I such a fellow saw; lady.

Which made me think, a man a worm: My son
Turn out that eveless villain ;-throw this slave Came then into my mind; and yet my mind
Upon the dunghill.–Regan, I bleed apace : Was then scarce friends with him : I have hear!
Untimely comes this hurt; Give me your arm.

more since:
[Exit Cornwall, led by Regan ;-Servants As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;

unbina Gloster, and lead him out. They kill us for their sport. (1) Starred.

(6) i. e. It is better to be thus contemned and Yielded, submitted to the necessity of the know it, than to be lattered by those who secretly occasion.

contemn us. (3) Requite. (4) Laid open. (5) Madman. (7) In hope. 8) Changes,

eye left

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Edg.

How should this be?- When I inform'd him, then he call?d me sot;
Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow, And told me, I had turn'd the wrong side out:-
Ang'ring itself and others. [.Iside.]-Bless thee, What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to him;
master!

What like, offensive.
Glo. Is that the naked fellow?

Gon.

Then shall you go no further.
Old Man.
Ay, my lord.

ITo Edmund.
Glo. Then, pr’ythce, get thee gone : Ji, for my It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
sake,

That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs,
Thou wilt overtake us, hence a mile or twain, Which tie him to an answer : Our wishes, on tho
l'the way to Dorer, do it for ancient love;
And bring some covering for this naked soul, May prove effects.» Back, Edmund, to my brother;
Whom I'll entrcat to lead me.

Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers:
Old Man.

Alack, sir, he's mad. I must change arms at home, and give the distaff Glo. 'Tis the time's plague, when madmen lead Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant the blind.

Shall pass between us : ere long you are like to hear
Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure; If you dare venture in your own behalf,
Above the rest, be gone.

A mistress's comniand. Wear this ; spare speech ;
Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I

(Giving a favour. have,

Decline your head : this kiss, if it durst speak, Come on't what will.

[Exit. Would stretch thy spirits up into the air ;-
Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow.

Conceive, and fare thec well.
Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold-I cannot daub' it fur. Edmn. l'ours in the ranks of death,
ther.

(Aside.
Gon.

My most dear Gloster!
G!o. Come hither, fellow.

[Exit Edmund.
Edg. (Aside.) And yet I must.-Bless thy sweet o, the difference of man, and man! To thee
eyes, they bleed.

A woman's services are due; my fool
Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover ?

Usurps my bed.

Stew.
Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and foot-

Madam, here comes my lord.

(Exit Steward.
path. Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good
wits : Bless the good man from the soul fiend !

Enter Albany,
Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust,

Gon. I have been worth the whistle.*
as, Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness, ;

Alb.

O Goneril ! Mahue, of stealing ; Mošlo, of murder; and Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing; who since You are not worth the dust which the rude wind possesses chamber-maids and waiting-women. So, Blows in your face.--I fear your disposition: bless thee, master!

That nature, which contemns its origin,
Glo. Here, take this purse, thou whom the cannot be border'd certain in itselt;
heaven's plagues

She that herself will slivers and disbranch
Ilave humbled to all strokes : that I am wretched, From her material sap, perforce must wither

And come to deadly use.
Makes the happier :-Heavens, deal so still !
Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man,

Gon. No more; the text is foolish.
That slaves your ordinance,2 that will not sce Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly; Filths savour but themselves. What have you done?
So distribution should undo excess,

Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd ?
And each man have enough.-Dost thou know A father, and a gracious aged man,
Dover ?

Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick,
Edg. Ay, master.

Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you inad

ded.
Glo. There is a cliff, whose high and bending
head

Could my good brother suffer you to do it ?
Looks fearfully in the confined deep :

A man, a prince, by him so benefited ?
Bring me but to the very brim of it,

If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear,

Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
With something rich about me: from that place

'Twill come,
I shall no leading need.

Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Edy.

Give me thy arm; Like monsters of the deep,
Poor Tom shall lead thee.

[Exeunt. Gon.

Milk-liver'd man!

That bear'st a cheek sor blows, a head for wrongs; SCENE II.-Before the Duke of Albany's pal- Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning

ace. Enter Goneril and Edmund; Steward meet- Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st, ing them.

Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd

Ere they have done their mischief." Where's thy Gon. Welcome, my lord: I marvel, our mild drum? husband

France spreads his banners in our noiseless land : Not met us on the way :-Now, where's your With pluined helm thy slayer begins threats ; master?

Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cri'st,
Stew. Madam, within ; but never man so chang'd: Alack! Why does he so ?
I told him of the army that was landed;

Alb.

See thyself, devil!
He smil'd at it: I told him, you were coming; Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
His answer was, The worse: of Gloster's trcachery, So horrid, as in woman.
And of the loyal service of his son,

Gon.

O vain fool! (1) Disguise.

(3) i. e. Our wishes on the road may be com(2) i. e. To make it subject to us, instead of pleted. acting in obedience to it.

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(5) Tear off.

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Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for Sought to be king o'er her. shame,

Kent.

O, then it mov'd her. Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my fitness Gent. Not to a rage; patience and sorrow stroke To let these hands obey my blood,'

Who should express her goodliest. You have scan They are apt enough to dislocate and tear

Sunshine and rain at once ; her smiles and tears Thy flesh and bones :-Howe'er thou art a fiend, Were like a better day: Those happy smiles, A woman's shape doth shield thee.

That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know Gon. Marry, your manhood now!

What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, Enter a Messenger.

As pearls from diamonds droppd.-In brici, sorrow

Would be a rarity most belovu, if all Alb. What news?

Could so become it. Mess. O, my good lord, the duke of Cornwall's Kent.

Made she no verbal question ?? dead;

Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she hear'd the name Slain by his servant, going to put out

of father The other eye of Gloster.

Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart; Alb.

Gloster's eyes! Cried, Sisters !' sisters !-Shame of ladies! sisters! Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with re- Kent! father! sisters! What ? i'the storin? the morse,

night? Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword Let pity not be believed !—There she shook To his great master: who, thercat enrag'd, The holy water from her heavenly eyes, Flew on him, and amongst them felld him dead: And clamour moisten'd: then away she started But not without that harmful stroke, which since To deal with grief alone. Hath pluck'd him after.

Kent.

It is the stars, Alb.

This shows you are above, The stars above us, govern our conditions:You justicers, that these our nether crimes Else one self mate and mate could not beget So speedily can venge !-But, O poor Gloster! Such different issues. You spoke not with her since 1 Lost he his other eye?

Gent. No. Mess.

Both, both, my lord. - Kent. Was this before the king returnid ? This letter, madam, craves speedy answer;

Gent,

No, since. 'Tis from your sister.

Kent. Well, sir; The poor distress'd Lear is i'the Gon. [Aside.] One way I like this well;

town: But being widow, and my Gloster with her, Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers May all the building in my fancy pluck

What we are come about, and by no means Upon my hateful life : Another way,

Will yield to see his daughter. The news is not so tart.-I'll read, and answer. Gent.

Why, good sir?

[Exit. Kent. A sovercign shame so elbows him : his owe Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his unkindness, eves ?

That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd ber Mess. Come with my lady hither.

To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights Alb.

He is not here. To his dog-hearted daughters,-these things sting Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again. His mind so venomously, that burning shame Alb. Knows he thc wickedness?

Detains him from Cordelia. Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform’d Gent.

Alack, poor gentleman! against him ;

Kent. Or Albany's and Cornwall's powers you And quit the house on purpose, that their punish heard not? ment

Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot. Might have the freer course.

Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, Alb.

Gloster, I live And leave you to attend him; some dear cause To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, Will in concealment wrap me up a while; And to revenge thine eyes.-Come hither, friend; When I am known arighi, you shall not grieve Tell me what more thou knowest. (Exeunt. Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, su

Along with me.

(Era SCENE III.- The French camp near Dover. Enter Kent, and a Gentleinan.

SCENE IV.-The same. I lent. Enter Corde Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly

lia, Physician, and Soldiers. gone back know you the reason ?

Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, Cor. Alack, 'uis he; why, he was met even dos
Which since his coming forth is thought of; which As mad as the vex'd sca: singing aloud;
Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, Crown'd with rank suiniter, and surrow-weeds,
That his personal return was most requir'd, With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
And necessary:

Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
Kent. Who hath he left behind him general ? In our sustaining corn.-A century send forth;
Gent. The mareschal of France, Monsieur Le Fer. Search every acre in the high grown field,

Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any And bring him to our eye. [Erit an Officer.) demonstration of grief?

What can man's wisdom do, Genl. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my In the restoring his bereaved sense ? presence;

He, that helps him, take all my outward worth. And now and then an ample tear trill'd down Phy. There is means, madam: Her delicate cheek: it seem'd, she was a queen Our foster-nurse of nature is repose, Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,

The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,

Are many simples operative, whose power (1) Inclination. (2) Discourse, conversation. (3) i, e. Let not pily be supposed to exist, (6) Important business. (7) Fumitory. (4) Dispositions. (5) Forces

(8) Charlocks.

KING LEAR.

977 Will close the eye of anguish.

If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Cor.

All bless'd secrets, Preserment falls on him that cuts him off. All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,

Stew. 'Would I could meet him, madam! I Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate,

would show In the good man's distress !-Seek, seek for him; What party I do follow. Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life

Reg.

Fare thee well. (Eze. That wants the means to lead it.'

SCENE VI.-The country near Dover. Enter Enter a Messenger.

Gloster, and Edgar, dressed like a peasant. Mess.

Madam, news;

Glo. When shall we come to the top of that same The British powers are marching hitherward.

hill? Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands

Edg. You do climb up it now: look, how we In expectation of them.-0 dear father,

labour. It is thy business that I go about,

Glo. Methinks, the ground is even. Therefore great France

Edg.

Horrible steep: My mourning, and importanto tears, hath pitied. Hark, do you hear the sea ? No blown ambition doth our arms incite,

Glo.

No, truly. But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right: Edg. Why, then your other senses grow imperSoon may I hear, and see him.

[Exeunt.

fect

By your eyes' anguish. SCENE V.-A room in Gloster's castle. Enter

Glo.

So may it be, indeed : Regan and Steward.

Methinks, thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth? In better phrase, and matter, than thou didst. Stew.

Ay, madam. Edg. You are much deceiv'd; in nothing am I Reg.

Himself

chang'd, In person there?

But in my garments.
Stew,
Madam, with much ado:

Glo.

Methinks, you are better spoken. Your sister is the better soldier.

Edg. Come on, sir ; here's the place :-Stand still.

-How fearful Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home?

And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! Stew. No, madam.

The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Reg. What might import my sister's letter to him ? Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Slew. I know not, lady.

Hangs one that gathers samphire;' dreadrul trade! Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head : It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, To let him live; where he arrives, he moves Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone, Diminish'd to her cock; 10 her cock, a buoy In pity of his misery, to despatch

Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, His nighted life ;* moreover, to descry

That on the number'd idle pebbles chases, The strength o’the enemy.

Cannot be heard so high:-1'll look no more; Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight letter.

Toppleil down headlong. Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow; stay Glo.

Set me where you stand.

Edg. Give me your hand: You are now within The ways are dangerous.

a foot Stew.

I may not, madam; or the extreme verge : for all beneath the moon My lady charg'd my duty in this business. Would I not leap upright. Reg. Why should she write to Edmund ? Might Glo.

Let

Here, friend, is another purse; in it, a jewel Transport her purposes by word? Belike, Well worth a poor man's taking : Fairies, and gods, Something-I know not what:—I'll love thee much, Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off"; Let mc unseal the letter.

Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going. Stew.

Madam, I had rather Edg. Now fare you well, good sir. (Seems to go. Reg. I know your lady does not love her hus Glo.

With all heart.

my
band ;

Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair,
I am sure of that: and at her late being here, Is done to cure it.
She gave strange ciliads, and most speaking looks Glo.

O you mighty gods!
To noble Edmund : I know, you are of her bosom. This world I do renounce; and, in your sights,
Stero. ), madam ?

Shake patiently my great affliction off': Reg. I speak in understanding; you are, TIC I could bear it longer, and not fall know it:

To quarrel with your greai opposeless wills, Therefore, I do advise you, take this note : My snuff, and loathed part of nature, should My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd; Burn itsell out. If Edgar live, 0, bless him!And more convenient is he for my hand,

Now, sellow, fare thee well. Than for your iady's :-You may gather more."

(He leaps, and falls along. If you do lind him, pray you, give him this;

Edg.

Gone, sir ? Farewell. And when your mistress hears thus much from you, And yet I know not how conceit may rob pray, desire her call her wisdom to her.

The treasury of life, when life itself So, fare you well.

Yields to the thelt: Had he bcen where he thought,

By this, had thought been past.-alive, or dead? (1) i. e. The reason which should guide it. (2) Importunate. (3) Inflated, swelling.

(6) Observe what I am saying (7) Infer more. (4) i. e. His life made dark as night. 51 A cast, or significant glance of the eye. (10) Her cock-boat. (11) Tumble.

with us ;

go my hand.

not you

(8) Daws. (9) A vegetable gathered for pickling

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