Act V, Scene iii: The British Camp near Dover.
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[Enter, in conquest, with drum and colours, Edmund; Lear andCordelia prisoners; Officers, Soldiers, &c.]
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| | Edm.: | |
| | Some officers take them away: good guard | |
| | Until their greater pleasures first be known | |
| | That are to censure them. | |
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| | Cor.: | |
| | We are not the first | |
| | Who with best meaning have incurr'd the worst. | |
| | For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down; | |
| | Myself could else out-frown false fortune's frown.— | |
| | Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters? | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: | |
| | We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: | |
| | When thou dost ask me blessing I'll kneel down | |
| | And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, | |
| | And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh | |
| | At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues | |
| | Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,— | |
| | Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;— | |
| | And take upon's the mystery of things, | |
| | As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, | |
| | In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones | |
| | That ebb and flow by the moon. | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, | |
| | The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught thee? | |
| | He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven | |
| | And fire us hence like foxes. Wipe thine eyes; | |
| | The goodyears shall devour them, flesh and fell, | |
| | Ere they shall make us weep: we'll see 'em starve first. | |
| | Come. | |
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[Exeunt Lear and Cordelia, guarded.]
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| | Edm.: | |
| | Come hither, captain; hark. | |
| | Take thou this note[giving a paper]; go follow them to prison: | |
| | One step I have advanc'd thee; if thou dost | |
| | As this instructs thee, thou dost make thy way | |
| | To noble fortunes: know thou this,—that men | |
| | Are as the time is: to be tender-minded | |
| | Does not become a sword:—thy great employment | |
| | Will not bear question; either say thou'lt do't, | |
| | Or thrive by other means. | |
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| | Capt.: | |
| | I'll do't, my lord. | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | About it; and write happy when thou hast done. | |
| | Mark,—I say, instantly; and carry it so | |
| | As I have set it down. | |
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| | Capt.: | |
| | I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; | |
| | If it be man's work, I'll do't. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Sir, you have show'd to-day your valiant strain, | |
| | And fortune led you well: you have the captives | |
| | Who were the opposites of this day's strife: | |
| | We do require them of you, so to use them | |
| | As we shall find their merits and our safety | |
| | May equally determine. | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | Sir, I thought it fit | |
| | To send the old and miserable king | |
| | To some retention and appointed guard; | |
| | Whose age has charms in it, whose title more, | |
| | To pluck the common bosom on his side, | |
| | And turn our impress'd lances in our eyes | |
| | Which do command them. With him I sent the queen; | |
| | My reason all the same; and they are ready | |
| | To-morrow, or at further space, to appear | |
| | Where you shall hold your session. At this time | |
| | We sweat and bleed: the friend hath lost his friend; | |
| | And the best quarrels, in the heat, are curs'd | |
| | By those that feel their sharpness:— | |
| | The question of Cordelia and her father | |
| | Requires a fitter place. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Sir, by your patience, | |
| | I hold you but a subject of this war, | |
| | Not as a brother. | |
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| | Reg.: | |
| | That's as we list to grace him. | |
| | Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded | |
| | Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers; | |
| | Bore the commission of my place and person; | |
| | The which immediacy may well stand up | |
| | And call itself your brother. | |
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| | Gon.: | |
| | Not so hot: | |
| | In his own grace he doth exalt himself, | |
| | More than in your addition. | |
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| | Reg.: | |
| | In my rights | |
| | By me invested, he compeers the best. | |
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| | Gon.: | |
| | That were the most if he should husband you. | |
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| | Reg.: | |
| | Jesters do oft prove prophets. | |
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| | Gon.: | |
| | Holla, holla! | |
| | That eye that told you so look'd but asquint. | |
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| | Reg.: | |
| | Lady, I am not well; else I should answer | |
| | From a full-flowing stomach.—General, | |
| | Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony; | |
| | Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine: | |
| | Witness the world that I create thee here | |
| | My lord and master. | |
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| | Gon.: | |
| | Mean you to enjoy him? | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | The let-alone lies not in your good will. | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | Nor in thine, lord. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Half-blooded fellow, yes. | |
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| | Reg.: | |
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[To Edmund.]
Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Stay yet; hear reason.—Edmund, I arrest thee | |
| | On capital treason; and, in thine arrest, | |
| | This gilded serpent[pointing to Goneril.],—For your claim, fair | |
| | sister, | |
| | I bar it in the interest of my wife; | |
| | 'Tis she is subcontracted to this lord, | |
| | And I, her husband, contradict your bans. | |
| | If you will marry, make your loves to me,— | |
| | My lady is bespoke. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Thou art arm'd, Gloster:—let the trumpet sound: | |
| | If none appear to prove upon thy person | |
| | Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons, | |
| | There is my pledge[throwing down a glove]; I'll prove it on thy | |
| | heart, | |
| | Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less | |
| | Than I have here proclaim'd thee. | |
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| | Gon.: | |
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[Aside.]
If not, I'll ne'er trust medicine.
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| | Edm.: | |
| | There's my exchange[throwing down a glove]: what in the world he | |
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| | That names me traitor, villain-like he lies: | |
| | Call by thy trumpet: he that dares approach, | |
| | On him, on you, who not? I will maintain | |
| | My truth and honour firmly. | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | A herald, ho, a herald! | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Trust to thy single virtue; for thy soldiers, | |
| | All levied in my name, have in my name | |
| | Took their discharge. | |
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| | Reg.: | |
| | My sickness grows upon me. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | She is not well. Convey her to my tent. | |
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| | Come hither, herald.—Let the trumpet sound,— | |
| | And read out this. | |
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| | Officer.: | |
| | Sound, trumpet! | |
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| | Her.: | |
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[Reads.]
'If any man of quality or degree within the lists of
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| | that he is a manifold traitor, let him appear by the third sound | |
| | of the trumpet. He is bold in his defence.' | |
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[Third trumpet. Trumpet answers within. Enter Edgar, armed,preceded by a trumpet.]
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Ask him his purposes, why he appears | |
| | Upon this call o' the trumpet. | |
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| | Her.: | |
| | What are you? | |
| | Your name, your quality? and why you answer | |
| | This present summons? | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | Know, my name is lost; | |
| | By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit. | |
| | Yet am I noble as the adversary | |
| | I come to cope. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Which is that adversary? | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | What's he that speaks for Edmund Earl of Gloster? | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | Himself:—what say'st thou to him? | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | Draw thy sword, | |
| | That, if my speech offend a noble heart, | |
| | Thy arm may do thee justice: here is mine. | |
| | Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours, | |
| | My oath, and my profession: I protest,— | |
| | Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence, | |
| | Despite thy victor sword and fire-new fortune, | |
| | Thy valour and thy heart,—thou art a traitor; | |
| | False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father; | |
| | Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince; | |
| | And, from the extremest upward of thy head | |
| | To the descent and dust beneath thy foot, | |
| | A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou 'No,' | |
| | This sword, this arm, and my best spirits are bent | |
| | To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak, | |
| | Thou liest. | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | In wisdom I should ask thy name; | |
| | But since thy outside looks so fair and warlike, | |
| | And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes, | |
| | What safe and nicely I might well delay | |
| | By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn: | |
| | Back do I toss those treasons to thy head; | |
| | With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart; | |
| | Which,—for they yet glance by and scarcely bruise,— | |
| | This sword of mine shall give them instant way, | |
| | Where they shall rest for ever.—Trumpets, speak! | |
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[Alarums. They fight. Edmund falls.]
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Save him, save him! | |
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| | Gon.: | |
| | This is mere practice, Gloster: | |
| | By the law of arms thou wast not bound to answer | |
| | An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd, | |
| | But cozen'd and beguil'd. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Shut your mouth, dame, | |
| | Or with this paper shall I stop it:—Hold, sir; | |
| | Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil:— | |
| | No tearing, lady; I perceive you know it. | |
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[Gives the letter to Edmund.]
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| | Gon.: | |
| | Say if I do,—the laws are mine, not thine: | |
| | Who can arraign me for't? | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Most monstrous! | |
| | Know'st thou this paper? | |
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| | Gon.: | |
| | Ask me not what I know. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Go after her: she's desperate; govern her. | |
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[To an Officer, who goes out.]
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| | Edm.: | |
| | What, you have charg'd me with, that have I done; | |
| | And more, much more; the time will bring it out: | |
| | 'Tis past, and so am I.—But what art thou | |
| | That hast this fortune on me? If thou'rt noble, | |
| | I do forgive thee. | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | Let's exchange charity. | |
| | I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund; | |
| | If more, the more thou hast wrong'd me. | |
| | My name is Edgar, and thy father's son. | |
| | The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices | |
| | Make instruments to plague us: | |
| | The dark and vicious place where thee he got | |
| | Cost him his eyes. | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | Thou hast spoken right; 'tis true; | |
| | The wheel is come full circle; I am here. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Methought thy very gait did prophesy | |
| | A royal nobleness:—I must embrace thee: | |
| | Let sorrow split my heart if ever I | |
| | Did hate thee or thy father! | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | Worthy prince, I know't. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Where have you hid yourself? | |
| | How have you known the miseries of your father? | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | By nursing them, my lord.—List a brief tale;— | |
| | And when 'tis told, O that my heart would burst!— | |
| | The bloody proclamation to escape, | |
| | That follow'd me so near,—O, our lives' sweetness! | |
| | That with the pain of death we'd hourly die | |
| | Rather than die at once!)—taught me to shift | |
| | Into a madman's rags; to assume a semblance | |
| | That very dogs disdain'd; and in this habit | |
| | Met I my father with his bleeding rings, | |
| | Their precious stones new lost; became his guide, | |
| | Led him, begg'd for him, sav'd him from despair; | |
| | Never,—O fault!—reveal'd myself unto him | |
| | Until some half hour past, when I was arm'd; | |
| | Not sure, though hoping of this good success, | |
| | I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last | |
| | Told him my pilgrimage: but his flaw'd heart,— | |
| | Alack, too weak the conflict to support!— | |
| | 'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, | |
| | Burst smilingly. | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | This speech of yours hath mov'd me, | |
| | And shall perchance do good: but speak you on; | |
| | You look as you had something more to say. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | If there be more, more woeful, hold it in; | |
| | For I am almost ready to dissolve, | |
| | Hearing of this. | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | This would have seem'd a period | |
| | To such as love not sorrow; but another, | |
| | To amplify too much, would make much more, | |
| | And top extremity. | |
| | Whilst I was big in clamour, came there a man | |
| | Who, having seen me in my worst estate, | |
| | Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding | |
| | Who 'twas that so endur'd, with his strong arms | |
| | He fastened on my neck, and bellow'd out | |
| | As he'd burst heaven; threw him on my father; | |
| | Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him | |
| | That ever ear receiv'd: which in recounting | |
| | His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life | |
| | Began to crack: twice then the trumpets sounded, | |
| | And there I left him tranc'd. | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise | |
| | Follow'd his enemy king and did him service | |
| | Improper for a slave. | |
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[Enter a Gentleman hastily, with a bloody knife.]
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| | Gent.: | |
| | Help, help! O, help! | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | What means that bloody knife? | |
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| | Gent.: | |
| | 'Tis hot, it smokes; | |
| | It came even from the heart of—O! she's dead! | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Who dead? speak, man. | |
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| | Gent.: | |
| | Your lady, sir, your lady: and her sister | |
| | By her is poisoned; she hath confess'd it. | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | I was contracted to them both: all three | |
| | Now marry in an instant. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead:— | |
| | This judgement of the heavens, that makes us tremble | |
| | Touches us not with pity.[Exit Gentleman.] | |
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| | O, is this he? | |
| | The time will not allow the compliment | |
| | That very manners urges. | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | I am come | |
| | To bid my king and master aye good night: | |
| | Is he not here? | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Great thing of us forgot! | |
| | Speak, Edmund, where's the king? and where's Cordelia? | |
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[The bodies of Goneril and Regan are brought in.]
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| | Seest thou this object, Kent? | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | Yet Edmund was belov'd. | |
| | The one the other poisoned for my sake, | |
| | And after slew herself. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Even so.—Cover their faces. | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | I pant for life:—some good I mean to do, | |
| | Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,— | |
| | Be brief in it,—to the castle; for my writ | |
| | Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia:— | |
| | Nay, send in time. | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | To who, my lord?—Who has the office? send | |
| | Thy token of reprieve. | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | Well thought on: take my sword, | |
| | Give it the Captain. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Haste thee for thy life. | |
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| | Edm.: | |
| | He hath commission from thy wife and me | |
| | To hang Cordelia in the prison, and | |
| | To lay the blame upon her own despair, | |
| | That she fordid herself. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | The gods defend her!—Bear him hence awhile. | |
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[Re-enter Lear, with Cordelia dead in his arms; Edgar, Officer,and others following.]
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| | Lear.: | |
| | Howl, howl, howl, howl!—O, you are men of stone. | |
| | Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so | |
| | That heaven's vault should crack.—She's gone for ever!— | |
| | I know when one is dead, and when one lives; | |
| | She's dead as earth.—Lend me a looking glass; | |
| | If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, | |
| | Why, then she lives. | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | Is this the promis'd end? | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | Or image of that horror? | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, | |
| | It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows | |
| | That ever I have felt. | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | O my good master![Kneeling.] | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! | |
| | I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for ever!— | |
| | Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! | |
| | What is't thou say'st?—Her voice was ever soft, | |
| | Gentle, and low,—an excellent thing in woman.— | |
| | I kill'd the slave that was a-hanging thee. | |
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| | Off.: | |
| | 'Tis true, my lords, he did. | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | Did I not, fellow? | |
| | I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion | |
| | I would have made them skip: I am old now, | |
| | And these same crosses spoil me.—Who are you? | |
| | Mine eyes are not o' the best:—I'll tell you straight. | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated, | |
| | One of them we behold. | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent? | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | The same, | |
| | Your servant Kent.—Where is your servant Caius? | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; | |
| | He'll strike, and quickly too:—he's dead and rotten. | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | No, my good lord; I am the very man,— | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | I'll see that straight. | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | That from your first of difference and decay | |
| | Have follow'd your sad steps. | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | You are welcome hither. | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | Nor no man else:—All's cheerless, dark, and deadly.— | |
| | Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves, | |
| | And desperately are dead. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | He knows not what he says; and vain is it | |
| | That we present us to him. | |
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| | Off.: | |
| | Edmund is dead, my lord. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | That's but a trifle here.— | |
| | You lords and noble friends, know our intent. | |
| | What comfort to this great decay may come | |
| | Shall be applied: for us, we will resign, | |
| | During the life of this old majesty, | |
| | To him our absolute power:—[to Edgar and Kent]you to your | |
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| | With boot, and such addition as your honours | |
| | Have more than merited.—All friends shall taste | |
| | The wages of their virtue, and all foes | |
| | The cup of their deservings.—O, see, see! | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! | |
| | Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, | |
| | And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, | |
| | Never, never, never, never, never!— | |
| | Pray you undo this button:—thank you, sir.— | |
| | Do you see this? Look on her!—look!—her lips!— | |
| | Look there, look there!— | |
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| | Edg.: | |
| | He faints!—My lord, my lord!— | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | Break, heart; I pr'ythee break! | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him | |
| | That would upon the rack of this rough world | |
| | Stretch him out longer. | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | The wonder is, he hath endur'd so long: | |
| | He but usurp'd his life. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | Bear them from hence.—Our present business | |
| | Is general woe.—[To Kent and Edgar.]Friends of my soul, you | |
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| | Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; | |
| | My master calls me,—I must not say no. | |
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| | Alb.: | |
| | The weight of this sad time we must obey; | |
| | Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. | |
| | The oldest have borne most: we that are young | |
| | Shall never see so much, nor live so long. | |
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[Exeunt, with a dead march.]
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