Speeches (Lines) for Edgar in "The Tragedy of King Lear"

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1 I / 2
  • How now, brother Edmund? What serious contemplation are you
    in?
  • How now, brother Edmund? What serious contemplation are you
    in?
  • Edmund. This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are
    sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make
    guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if
    we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion;
    knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical pre-dominance;
    drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforc'd obedience of
    planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine
    thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay
    his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! My father
    compounded with my mother under the Dragon's Tail, and my
    nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and
    lecherous. Fut! I should have been that I am, had the
    maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.
    Edgar-
    [Enter Edgar.]
    and pat! he comes, like the catastrophe of the old comedy. My
    cue is villainous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o' Bedlam.
    O, these eclipses do portend these divisions! Fa, sol, la, mi.

    Edgar. How now, brother Edmund? What serious contemplation are you
    in?

2 I / 2
  • Do you busy yourself with that?
  • Do you busy yourself with that?
  • Edmund. I am thinking, brother, of a prediction I read this other day,
    what should follow these eclipses.

    Edgar. Do you busy yourself with that?

3 I / 2
  • How long have you been a sectary astronomical?
  • How long have you been a sectary astronomical?
  • Edmund. I promise you, the effects he writes of succeed unhappily: as
    of unnaturalness between the child and the parent; death,
    dearth, dissolutions of ancient amities; divisions in state,
    menaces and maledictions against king and nobles; needless
    diffidences, banishment of friends, dissipation of cohorts,
    nuptial breaches, and I know not what.

    Edgar. How long have you been a sectary astronomical?

4 I / 2
  • The night gone by.
  • The night gone by.
  • Edmund. Come, come! When saw you my father last?

    Edgar. The night gone by.

5 I / 2
  • Ay, two hours together.
  • Ay, two hours together.
  • Edmund. Spake you with him?

    Edgar. Ay, two hours together.

6 I / 2
  • None at all.
  • None at all.
  • Edmund. Parted you in good terms? Found you no displeasure in him by
    word or countenance

    Edgar. None at all.

7 I / 2
  • Some villain hath done me wrong.
  • Some villain hath done me wrong.
  • Edmund. Bethink yourself wherein you may have offended him; and at my
    entreaty forbear his presence until some little time hath
    qualified the heat of his displeasure, which at this instant so
    rageth in him that with the mischief of your person it would
    scarcely allay.

    Edgar. Some villain hath done me wrong.

8 I / 2
  • Arm'd, brother?
  • Arm'd, brother?
  • Edmund. That's my fear. I pray you have a continent forbearance till
    the speed of his rage goes slower; and, as I say, retire with me
    to my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my
    lord speak. Pray ye, go! There's my key. If you do stir abroad,
    go arm'd.

    Edgar. Arm'd, brother?

9 I / 2
  • Shall I hear from you anon?
  • Shall I hear from you anon?
  • Edmund. Brother, I advise you to the best. Go arm'd. I am no honest man
    if there be any good meaning toward you. I have told you what I
    have seen and heard; but faintly, nothing like the image and
    horror of it. Pray you, away!

    Edgar. Shall I hear from you anon?

10 II / 1
  • I am sure on't, not a word.
  • I am sure on't, not a word.
  • Edmund. The Duke be here to-night? The better! best!
    This weaves itself perforce into my business.
    My father hath set guard to take my brother;
    And I have one thing, of a queasy question,
    Which I must act. Briefness and fortune, work!
    Brother, a word! Descend! Brother, I say!
    [Enter Edgar.]
    My father watches. O sir, fly this place!
    Intelligence is given where you are hid.
    You have now the good advantage of the night.
    Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall?
    He's coming hither; now, i' th' night, i' th' haste,
    And Regan with him. Have you nothing said
    Upon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany?
    Advise yourself.

    Edgar. I am sure on't, not a word.

11 II / 3
  • I heard myself proclaim'd,
    And by the happy hollow of a tree
    Escap'd the...
  • I heard myself proclaim'd,
    And by the happy hollow of a tree
    Escap'd the hunt. No port is free, no place
    That guard and most unusual vigilance
    Does not attend my taking. Whiles I may scape,
    I will preserve myself; and am bethought
    To take the basest and most poorest shape
    That ever penury, in contempt of man,
    Brought near to beast. My face I'll grime with filth,
    Blanket my loins, elf all my hair in knots,
    And with presented nakedness outface
    The winds and persecutions of the sky.
    The country gives me proof and precedent
    Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,
    Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms
    Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;
    And with this horrible object, from low farms,
    Poor pelting villages, sheepcotes, and mills,
    Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers,
    Enforce their charity. 'Poor Turlygod! poor Tom!'
    That's something yet! Edgar I nothing am. Exit.
  • Earl of Kent. Good King, that must approve the common saw,
    Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st
    To the warm sun!
    Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,
    That by thy comfortable beams I may
    Peruse this letter. Nothing almost sees miracles
    But misery. I know 'tis from Cordelia,
    Who hath most fortunately been inform'd
    Of my obscured course- and [reads] 'shall find time
    From this enormous state, seeking to give
    Losses their remedies'- All weary and o'erwatch'd,
    Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
    This shameful lodging.
    Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.

    Edgar. I heard myself proclaim'd,
    And by the happy hollow of a tree
    Escap'd the hunt. No port is free, no place
    That guard and most unusual vigilance
    Does not attend my taking. Whiles I may scape,
    I will preserve myself; and am bethought
    To take the basest and most poorest shape
    That ever penury, in contempt of man,
    Brought near to beast. My face I'll grime with filth,
    Blanket my loins, elf all my hair in knots,
    And with presented nakedness outface
    The winds and persecutions of the sky.
    The country gives me proof and precedent
    Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,
    Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms
    Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;
    And with this horrible object, from low farms,
    Poor pelting villages, sheepcotes, and mills,
    Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers,
    Enforce their charity. 'Poor Turlygod! poor Tom!'
    That's something yet! Edgar I nothing am. Exit.

12 III / 4
  • [within] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom!
  • [within] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom!
  • Lear. Prithee go in thyself; seek thine own ease.
    This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
    On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in.
    [To the Fool] In, boy; go first.- You houseless poverty-
    Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. [Exit Fool]
    Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
    That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
    How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
    Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
    From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en
    Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
    Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
    That thou mayst shake the superflux to them
    And show the heavens more just.

    Edgar. [within] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom!

13 III / 4
  • Away! the foul fiend follows me! Through the sharp hawthorn
    blows the cold w...
  • Away! the foul fiend follows me! Through the sharp hawthorn
    blows the cold wind. Humh! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
  • Earl of Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i' th' straw?
    Come forth.

    Edgar. Away! the foul fiend follows me! Through the sharp hawthorn
    blows the cold wind. Humh! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

14 III / 4
  • Who gives anything to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led
    through fire an...
  • Who gives anything to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led
    through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er
    bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow and
    halters in his pew, set ratsbane by his porridge, made him proud
    of heart, to ride on a bay trotting horse over four-inch'd
    bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor. Bless thy five
    wits! Tom 's acold. O, do de, do de, do de. Bless thee from
    whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some charity,
    whom the foul fiend vexes. There could I have him now- and there-
    and there again- and there!
  • Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters, and art thou come
    to this?

    Edgar. Who gives anything to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led
    through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er
    bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow and
    halters in his pew, set ratsbane by his porridge, made him proud
    of heart, to ride on a bay trotting horse over four-inch'd
    bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor. Bless thy five
    wits! Tom 's acold. O, do de, do de, do de. Bless thee from
    whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some charity,
    whom the foul fiend vexes. There could I have him now- and there-
    and there again- and there!

15 III / 4
  • Pillicock sat on Pillicock's Hill. 'Allow, 'allow, loo, loo!
  • Pillicock sat on Pillicock's Hill. 'Allow, 'allow, loo, loo!
  • Lear. Death, traitor! nothing could have subdu'd nature
    To such a lowness but his unkind daughters.
    Is it the fashion that discarded fathers
    Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
    Judicious punishment! 'Twas this flesh begot
    Those pelican daughters.

    Edgar. Pillicock sat on Pillicock's Hill. 'Allow, 'allow, loo, loo!

16 III / 4
  • Take heed o' th' foul fiend; obey thy parents: keep thy word
    justly; swear n...
  • Take heed o' th' foul fiend; obey thy parents: keep thy word
    justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not
    thy sweet heart on proud array. Tom 's acold.
  • Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

    Edgar. Take heed o' th' foul fiend; obey thy parents: keep thy word
    justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not
    thy sweet heart on proud array. Tom 's acold.

17 III / 4
  • A servingman, proud in heart and mind; that curl'd my hair,
    wore gloves in m...
  • A servingman, proud in heart and mind; that curl'd my hair,
    wore gloves in my cap; serv'd the lust of my mistress' heart and
    did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake
    words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven; one that
    slept in the contriving of lust, and wak'd to do it. Wine lov'd
    I deeply, dice dearly; and in woman out-paramour'd the Turk.
    False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox
    in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
    Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray
    thy poor heart to woman. Keep thy foot out of brothel, thy hand
    out of placket, thy pen from lender's book, and defy the foul
    fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind; says
    suum, mun, hey, no, nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa! let
    him trot by.
  • Lear. What hast thou been?

    Edgar. A servingman, proud in heart and mind; that curl'd my hair,
    wore gloves in my cap; serv'd the lust of my mistress' heart and
    did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake
    words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven; one that
    slept in the contriving of lust, and wak'd to do it. Wine lov'd
    I deeply, dice dearly; and in woman out-paramour'd the Turk.
    False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox
    in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
    Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray
    thy poor heart to woman. Keep thy foot out of brothel, thy hand
    out of placket, thy pen from lender's book, and defy the foul
    fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind; says
    suum, mun, hey, no, nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa! let
    him trot by.

18 III / 4
  • This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet. He begins at curfew,
    and walks till...
  • This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet. He begins at curfew,
    and walks till the first cock. He gives the web and the pin,
    squints the eye, and makes the harelip; mildews the white wheat,
    and hurts the poor creature of earth.
    Saint Withold footed thrice the 'old;
    He met the nightmare, and her nine fold;
    Bid her alight
    And her troth plight,
    And aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!
  • Fool. Prithee, nuncle, be contented! 'Tis a naughty night to swim
    in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher's
    heart- a small spark, all the rest on's body cold. Look, here
    comes a walking fire.

    Edgar. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet. He begins at curfew,
    and walks till the first cock. He gives the web and the pin,
    squints the eye, and makes the harelip; mildews the white wheat,
    and hurts the poor creature of earth.
    Saint Withold footed thrice the 'old;
    He met the nightmare, and her nine fold;
    Bid her alight
    And her troth plight,
    And aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!

19 III / 4
  • Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole,
    the wall-newt...
  • Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole,
    the wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when
    the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets, swallows the
    old rat and the ditch-dog, drinks the green mantle of the
    standing pool; who is whipp'd from tithing to tithing, and
    stock-punish'd and imprison'd; who hath had three suits to his
    back, six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapons to
    wear;
    But mice and rats, and such small deer,
    Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
    Beware my follower. Peace, Smulkin! peace, thou fiend!
  • Earl of Gloucester. What are you there? Your names?

    Edgar. Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole,
    the wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when
    the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets, swallows the
    old rat and the ditch-dog, drinks the green mantle of the
    standing pool; who is whipp'd from tithing to tithing, and
    stock-punish'd and imprison'd; who hath had three suits to his
    back, six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapons to
    wear;
    But mice and rats, and such small deer,
    Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
    Beware my follower. Peace, Smulkin! peace, thou fiend!

20 III / 4
  • The prince of darkness is a gentleman!
    Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.
  • The prince of darkness is a gentleman!
    Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.
  • Earl of Gloucester. What, hath your Grace no better company?

    Edgar. The prince of darkness is a gentleman!
    Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.

21 III / 4
  • Poor Tom 's acold.
  • Poor Tom 's acold.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Our flesh and blood is grown so vile, my lord,
    That it doth hate what gets it.

    Edgar. Poor Tom 's acold.

22 III / 4
  • How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin.
  • How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin.
  • Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
    What is your study?

    Edgar. How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin.

23 III / 4
  • Tom's acold.
  • Tom's acold.
  • Lear. O, cry you mercy, sir.
    Noble philosopher, your company.

    Edgar. Tom's acold.

24 III / 4
  • Child Rowland to the dark tower came;
    His word was still
    Fie, foh,...
  • Child Rowland to the dark tower came;
    His word was still
    Fie, foh, and fum!
    I smell the blood of a British man.
  • Earl of Gloucester. No words, no words! hush.

    Edgar. Child Rowland to the dark tower came;
    His word was still
    Fie, foh, and fum!
    I smell the blood of a British man.

25 III / 6
  • Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an angler in the
    lake of darkness....
  • Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an angler in the
    lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.
  • Earl of Kent. All the power of his wits have given way to his impatience.
    The gods reward your kindness!

    Edgar. Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an angler in the
    lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.

26 III / 6
  • The foul fiend bites my back.
  • The foul fiend bites my back.
  • Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits
    Come hizzing in upon 'em-

    Edgar. The foul fiend bites my back.

27 III / 6
  • Look, where he stands and glares! Want'st thou eyes at trial,
    madam?
    ...
  • Look, where he stands and glares! Want'st thou eyes at trial,
    madam?
    Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me.
  • Lear. It shall be done; I will arraign them straight.
    [To Edgar] Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer.
    [To the Fool] Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she-foxes!

    Edgar. Look, where he stands and glares! Want'st thou eyes at trial,
    madam?
    Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me.

28 III / 6
  • The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale.
    Hoppedance cri...
  • The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale.
    Hoppedance cries in Tom's belly for two white herring. Croak
    not, black angel; I have no food for thee.
  • Fool. Her boat hath a leak,
    And she must not speak
    Why she dares not come over to thee.

    Edgar. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale.
    Hoppedance cries in Tom's belly for two white herring. Croak
    not, black angel; I have no food for thee.

29 III / 6
  • Let us deal justly.
    Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
    ...
  • Let us deal justly.
    Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
    Thy sheep be in the corn;
    And for one blast of thy minikin mouth
    Thy sheep shall take no harm.
    Purr! the cat is gray.
  • Lear. I'll see their trial first. Bring in their evidence.
    [To Edgar] Thou, robed man of justice, take thy place.
    [To the Fool] And thou, his yokefellow of equity,
    Bench by his side. [To Kent] You are o' th' commission,
    Sit you too.

    Edgar. Let us deal justly.
    Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
    Thy sheep be in the corn;
    And for one blast of thy minikin mouth
    Thy sheep shall take no harm.
    Purr! the cat is gray.

30 III / 6
  • Bless thy five wits!
  • Bless thy five wits!
  • Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim
    What store her heart is made on. Stop her there!
    Arms, arms! sword! fire! Corruption in the place!
    False justicer, why hast thou let her scape?

    Edgar. Bless thy five wits!

31 III / 6
  • [aside] My tears begin to take his part so much
    They'll mar my counterfeitin...
  • [aside] My tears begin to take his part so much
    They'll mar my counterfeiting.
  • Earl of Kent. O pity! Sir, where is the patience now
    That you so oft have boasted to retain?

    Edgar. [aside] My tears begin to take his part so much
    They'll mar my counterfeiting.

32 III / 6
  • Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs!
    Be thy mouth or bla...
  • Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs!
    Be thy mouth or black or white,
    Tooth that poisons if it bite;
    Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
    Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
    Bobtail tyke or trundle-tail-
    Tom will make them weep and wail;
    For, with throwing thus my head,
    Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
    Do de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to wakes and fairs and market
    towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.
  • Lear. The little dogs and all,
    Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.

    Edgar. Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs!
    Be thy mouth or black or white,
    Tooth that poisons if it bite;
    Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
    Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
    Bobtail tyke or trundle-tail-
    Tom will make them weep and wail;
    For, with throwing thus my head,
    Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
    Do de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to wakes and fairs and market
    towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.

33 III / 6
  • When we our betters see bearing our woes,
    We scarcely think our miseries our...
  • When we our betters see bearing our woes,
    We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
    Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind,
    Leaving free things and happy shows behind;
    But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip
    When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
    How light and portable my pain seems now,
    When that which makes me bend makes the King bow,
    He childed as I fathered! Tom, away!
    Mark the high noises, and thyself bewray
    When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee,
    In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee.
    What will hap more to-night, safe scape the King!
    Lurk, lurk. [Exit.]
  • Earl of Gloucester. Come, come, away!

    Edgar. When we our betters see bearing our woes,
    We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
    Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind,
    Leaving free things and happy shows behind;
    But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip
    When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
    How light and portable my pain seems now,
    When that which makes me bend makes the King bow,
    He childed as I fathered! Tom, away!
    Mark the high noises, and thyself bewray
    When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee,
    In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee.
    What will hap more to-night, safe scape the King!
    Lurk, lurk. [Exit.]

34 IV / 1
  • Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd,
    Than still contemn'd and flatter...
  • Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd,
    Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,
    The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune,
    Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear.
    The lamentable change is from the best;
    The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then,
    Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace!
    The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst
    Owes nothing to thy blasts.
    [Enter Gloucester, led by an Old Man.]
    But who comes here?
    My father, poorly led? World, world, O world!
    But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,
    Life would not yield to age.
  • Servant 3. Go thou. I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs
    To apply to his bleeding face. Now heaven help him!

    Edgar. Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd,
    Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,
    The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune,
    Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear.
    The lamentable change is from the best;
    The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then,
    Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace!
    The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst
    Owes nothing to thy blasts.
    [Enter Gloucester, led by an Old Man.]
    But who comes here?
    My father, poorly led? World, world, O world!
    But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,
    Life would not yield to age.

35 IV / 1
  • [aside] O gods! Who is't can say 'I am at the worst'?
    I am worse than e'er I...
  • [aside] O gods! Who is't can say 'I am at the worst'?
    I am worse than e'er I was.
  • Old Man. How now? Who's there?

    Edgar. [aside] O gods! Who is't can say 'I am at the worst'?
    I am worse than e'er I was.

36 IV / 1
  • [aside] And worse I may be yet. The worst is not
    So long as we can say 'This...
  • [aside] And worse I may be yet. The worst is not
    So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'
  • Old Man. 'Tis poor mad Tom.

    Edgar. [aside] And worse I may be yet. The worst is not
    So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'

37 IV / 1
  • [aside] How should this be?
    Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow,...
  • [aside] How should this be?
    Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow,
    Ang'ring itself and others.- Bless thee, master!
  • Earl of Gloucester. He has some reason, else he could not beg.
    I' th' last night's storm I such a fellow saw,
    Which made me think a man a worm. My son
    Came then into my mind, and yet my mind
    Was then scarce friends with him. I have heard more since.
    As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods.
    They kill us for their sport.

    Edgar. [aside] How should this be?
    Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow,
    Ang'ring itself and others.- Bless thee, master!

38 IV / 1
  • Poor Tom's acold. [Aside] I cannot daub it further.
  • Poor Tom's acold. [Aside] I cannot daub it further.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Sirrah naked fellow-

    Edgar. Poor Tom's acold. [Aside] I cannot daub it further.

39 IV / 1
  • [aside] And yet I must.- Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.
  • [aside] And yet I must.- Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Come hither, fellow.

    Edgar. [aside] And yet I must.- Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.

40 IV / 1
  • Both stile and gate, horseway and footpath. Poor Tom hath been
    scar'd out of...
  • Both stile and gate, horseway and footpath. Poor Tom hath been
    scar'd out of his good wits. Bless thee, good man's son, from
    the foul fiend! Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once: of
    lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididence, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of
    stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and
    mowing, who since possesses chambermaids and waiting women. So,
    bless thee, master!
  • Earl of Gloucester. Know'st thou the way to Dover?

    Edgar. Both stile and gate, horseway and footpath. Poor Tom hath been
    scar'd out of his good wits. Bless thee, good man's son, from
    the foul fiend! Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once: of
    lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididence, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of
    stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and
    mowing, who since possesses chambermaids and waiting women. So,
    bless thee, master!

41 IV / 1
  • Ay, master.
  • Ay, master.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues
    Have humbled to all strokes. That I am wretched
    Makes thee the happier. Heavens, deal so still!
    Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man,
    That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
    Because he does not feel, feel your pow'r quickly;
    So distribution should undo excess,
    And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?

    Edgar. Ay, master.

42 IV / 1
  • Give me thy arm.
    Poor Tom shall lead thee.
  • Give me thy arm.
    Poor Tom shall lead thee.
  • Earl of Gloucester. There is a cliff, whose high and bending head
    Looks fearfully in the confined deep.
    Bring me but to the very brim of it,
    And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear
    With something rich about me. From that place
    I shall no leading need.

    Edgar. Give me thy arm.
    Poor Tom shall lead thee.

43 IV / 6
  • You do climb up it now. Look how we labour.
  • You do climb up it now. Look how we labour.
  • Earl of Gloucester. When shall I come to th' top of that same hill?

    Edgar. You do climb up it now. Look how we labour.

44 IV / 6
  • Horrible steep.
    Hark, do you hear the sea?
  • Horrible steep.
    Hark, do you hear the sea?
  • Earl of Gloucester. Methinks the ground is even.

    Edgar. Horrible steep.
    Hark, do you hear the sea?

45 IV / 6
  • Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect
    By your eyes' anguish.
  • Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect
    By your eyes' anguish.
  • Earl of Gloucester. No, truly.

    Edgar. Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect
    By your eyes' anguish.

46 IV / 6
  • Y'are much deceiv'd. In nothing am I chang'd
    But in my garments.
  • Y'are much deceiv'd. In nothing am I chang'd
    But in my garments.
  • Earl of Gloucester. So may it be indeed.
    Methinks thy voice is alter'd, and thou speak'st
    In better phrase and matter than thou didst.

    Edgar. Y'are much deceiv'd. In nothing am I chang'd
    But in my garments.

47 IV / 6
  • Come on, sir; here's the place. Stand still. How fearful
    And dizzy 'tis to c...
  • Come on, sir; here's the place. Stand still. How fearful
    And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
    The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
    Show scarce so gross as beetles. Halfway down
    Hangs one that gathers sampire- dreadful trade!
    Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.
    The fishermen that walk upon the beach
    Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,
    Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy
    Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge
    That on th' unnumb'red idle pebble chafes
    Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,
    Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
    Topple down headlong.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Methinks y'are better spoken.

    Edgar. Come on, sir; here's the place. Stand still. How fearful
    And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
    The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
    Show scarce so gross as beetles. Halfway down
    Hangs one that gathers sampire- dreadful trade!
    Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.
    The fishermen that walk upon the beach
    Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,
    Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy
    Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge
    That on th' unnumb'red idle pebble chafes
    Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,
    Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
    Topple down headlong.

48 IV / 6
  • Give me your hand. You are now within a foot
    Of th' extreme verge. For all b...
  • Give me your hand. You are now within a foot
    Of th' extreme verge. For all beneath the moon
    Would I not leap upright.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Set me where you stand.

    Edgar. Give me your hand. You are now within a foot
    Of th' extreme verge. For all beneath the moon
    Would I not leap upright.

49 IV / 6
  • Now fare ye well, good sir.
  • Now fare ye well, good sir.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Let go my hand.
    Here, friend, is another purse; in it a jewel
    Well worth a poor man's taking. Fairies and gods
    Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off;
    Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.

    Edgar. Now fare ye well, good sir.

50 IV / 6
  • [aside]. Why I do trifle thus with his despair
    Is done to cure it.
  • [aside]. Why I do trifle thus with his despair
    Is done to cure it.
  • Earl of Gloucester. With all my heart.

    Edgar. [aside]. Why I do trifle thus with his despair
    Is done to cure it.

51 IV / 6
  • Gone, sir, farewell.-
    And yet I know not how conceit may rob
    The treasur...
  • Gone, sir, farewell.-
    And yet I know not how conceit may rob
    The treasury of life when life itself
    Yields to the theft. Had he been where he thought,
    By this had thought been past.- Alive or dead?
    Ho you, sir! friend! Hear you, sir? Speak!-
    Thus might he pass indeed. Yet he revives.
    What are you, sir?
  • Earl of Gloucester. O you mighty gods! He kneels.
    This world I do renounce, and, in your sights,
    Shake patiently my great affliction off.
    If I could bear it longer and not fall
    To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
    My snuff and loathed part of nature should
    Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O, bless him!
    Now, fellow, fare thee well.
    He falls [forward and swoons].

    Edgar. Gone, sir, farewell.-
    And yet I know not how conceit may rob
    The treasury of life when life itself
    Yields to the theft. Had he been where he thought,
    By this had thought been past.- Alive or dead?
    Ho you, sir! friend! Hear you, sir? Speak!-
    Thus might he pass indeed. Yet he revives.
    What are you, sir?

52 IV / 6
  • Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,
    So many fadom down precip...
  • Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,
    So many fadom down precipitating,
    Thou'dst shiver'd like an egg; but thou dost breathe;
    Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art sound.
    Ten masts at each make not the altitude
    Which thou hast perpendicularly fell.
    Thy life is a miracle. Speak yet again.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Away, and let me die.

    Edgar. Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,
    So many fadom down precipitating,
    Thou'dst shiver'd like an egg; but thou dost breathe;
    Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art sound.
    Ten masts at each make not the altitude
    Which thou hast perpendicularly fell.
    Thy life is a miracle. Speak yet again.

53 IV / 6
  • From the dread summit of this chalky bourn.
    Look up a-height. The shrill-gor...
  • From the dread summit of this chalky bourn.
    Look up a-height. The shrill-gorg'd lark so far
    Cannot be seen or heard. Do but look up.
  • Earl of Gloucester. But have I fall'n, or no?

    Edgar. From the dread summit of this chalky bourn.
    Look up a-height. The shrill-gorg'd lark so far
    Cannot be seen or heard. Do but look up.

54 IV / 6
  • Give me your arm.
    Up- so. How is't? Feel you your legs? You stand.
  • Give me your arm.
    Up- so. How is't? Feel you your legs? You stand.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Alack, I have no eyes!
    Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit
    To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort
    When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage
    And frustrate his proud will.

    Edgar. Give me your arm.
    Up- so. How is't? Feel you your legs? You stand.

55 IV / 6
  • This is above all strangeness.
    Upon the crown o' th' cliff what thing was th...
  • This is above all strangeness.
    Upon the crown o' th' cliff what thing was that
    Which parted from you?
  • Earl of Gloucester. Too well, too well.

    Edgar. This is above all strangeness.
    Upon the crown o' th' cliff what thing was that
    Which parted from you?

56 IV / 6
  • As I stood here below, methought his eyes
    Were two full moons; he had a thou...
  • As I stood here below, methought his eyes
    Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,Horns whelk'd and wav'd like the enridged sea.
    It was some fiend. Therefore, thou happy father,
    Think that the clearest gods, who make them honours
    Of men's impossibility, have preserv'd thee.
  • Earl of Gloucester. A poor unfortunate beggar.

    Edgar. As I stood here below, methought his eyes
    Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,Horns whelk'd and wav'd like the enridged sea.
    It was some fiend. Therefore, thou happy father,
    Think that the clearest gods, who make them honours
    Of men's impossibility, have preserv'd thee.

57 IV / 6
  • Bear free and patient thoughts.
    Enter Lear, mad, [fantastically dressed...
  • Bear free and patient thoughts.
    Enter Lear, mad, [fantastically dressed with weeds].
    But who comes here?
    The safer sense will ne'er accommodate
    His master thus.
  • Earl of Gloucester. I do remember now. Henceforth I'll bear
    Affliction till it do cry out itself
    'Enough, enough,' and die. That thing you speak of,
    I took it for a man. Often 'twould say
    'The fiend, the fiend'- he led me to that place.

    Edgar. Bear free and patient thoughts.
    Enter Lear, mad, [fantastically dressed with weeds].
    But who comes here?
    The safer sense will ne'er accommodate
    His master thus.

58 IV / 6
  • O thou side-piercing sight!
  • O thou side-piercing sight!
  • Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coming;
    I am the King himself.

    Edgar. O thou side-piercing sight!

59 IV / 6
  • Sweet marjoram.
  • Sweet marjoram.
  • Lear. Nature 's above art in that respect. There's your press
    money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper. Draw me
    a clothier's yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace; this piece
    of toasted cheese will do't. There's my gauntlet; I'll prove it
    on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, bird! i'
    th' clout, i' th' clout! Hewgh! Give the word.

    Edgar. Sweet marjoram.

60 IV / 6
  • [aside] I would not take this from report. It is,
    And my heart breaks at it....
  • [aside] I would not take this from report. It is,
    And my heart breaks at it.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one.

    Edgar. [aside] I would not take this from report. It is,
    And my heart breaks at it.

61 IV / 6
  • O, matter and impertinency mix'd!
    Reason, in madness!
  • O, matter and impertinency mix'd!
    Reason, in madness!
  • Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst behold
    the great image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office.
    Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!
    Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back.
    Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind
    For which thou whip'st her. The usurer hangs the cozener.
    Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
    Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
    And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
    Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it.
    None does offend, none- I say none! I'll able 'em.
    Take that of me, my friend, who have the power
    To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes
    And, like a scurvy politician, seem
    To see the things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now!
    Pull off my boots. Harder, harder! So.

    Edgar. O, matter and impertinency mix'd!
    Reason, in madness!

62 IV / 6
  • Hail, gentle sir.
  • Hail, gentle sir.
  • Gentleman. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch,
    Past speaking of in a king! Thou hast one daughter
    Who redeems nature from the general curse
    Which twain have brought her to.

    Edgar. Hail, gentle sir.

63 IV / 6
  • Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward?
  • Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward?
  • Gentleman. Sir, speed you. What's your will?

    Edgar. Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward?

64 IV / 6
  • But, by your favour,
    How near's the other army?
  • But, by your favour,
    How near's the other army?
  • Gentleman. Most sure and vulgar. Every one hears that
    Which can distinguish sound.

    Edgar. But, by your favour,
    How near's the other army?

65 IV / 6
  • I thank you sir. That's all.
  • I thank you sir. That's all.
  • Gentleman. Near and on speedy foot. The main descry
    Stands on the hourly thought.

    Edgar. I thank you sir. That's all.

66 IV / 6
  • I thank you, sir
  • I thank you, sir
  • Gentleman. Though that the Queen on special cause is here,
    Her army is mov'd on.

    Edgar. I thank you, sir

67 IV / 6
  • Well pray you, father.
  • Well pray you, father.
  • Earl of Gloucester. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;
    Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
    To die before you please!

    Edgar. Well pray you, father.

68 IV / 6
  • A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows,
    Who, by the art of known and...
  • A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows,
    Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
    Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand;
    I'll lead you to some biding.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Now, good sir, what are you?

    Edgar. A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows,
    Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
    Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand;
    I'll lead you to some biding.

69 IV / 6
  • Chill not let go, zir, without vurther 'cagion.
  • Chill not let go, zir, without vurther 'cagion.
  • Oswald. Wherefore, bold peasant,
    Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence!
    Lest that th' infection of his fortune take
    Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.

    Edgar. Chill not let go, zir, without vurther 'cagion.

70 IV / 6
  • Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor voke pass. An chud
    ha' bin zwagge...
  • Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor voke pass. An chud
    ha' bin zwagger'd out of my life, 'twould not ha' bin zo long as
    'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th' old man. Keep out,
    che vore ye, or Ise try whether your costard or my ballow be the
    harder. Chill be plain with you.
  • Oswald. Let go, slave, or thou diest!

    Edgar. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor voke pass. An chud
    ha' bin zwagger'd out of my life, 'twould not ha' bin zo long as
    'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th' old man. Keep out,
    che vore ye, or Ise try whether your costard or my ballow be the
    harder. Chill be plain with you.

71 IV / 6
  • Chill pick your teeth, zir. Come! No matter vor your foins.
  • Chill pick your teeth, zir. Come! No matter vor your foins.
  • Oswald. Out, dunghill!

    Edgar. Chill pick your teeth, zir. Come! No matter vor your foins.

72 IV / 6
  • I know thee well. A serviceable villain,
    As duteous to the vices of thy mist...
  • I know thee well. A serviceable villain,
    As duteous to the vices of thy mistress
    As badness would desire.
  • Oswald. Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse.
    If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body,
    And give the letters which thou find'st about me
    To Edmund Earl of Gloucester. Seek him out
    Upon the British party. O, untimely death! Death!

    Edgar. I know thee well. A serviceable villain,
    As duteous to the vices of thy mistress
    As badness would desire.

73 IV / 6
  • Sit you down, father; rest you.
    Let's see his pockets; these letters that he...
  • Sit you down, father; rest you.
    Let's see his pockets; these letters that he speaks of
    May be my friends. He's dead. I am only sorry
    He had no other deathsman. Let us see.
    Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not.
    To know our enemies' minds, we'ld rip their hearts;
    Their papers, is more lawful. Reads the letter.
    'Let our reciprocal vows be rememb'red. You have many
    opportunities to cut him off. If your will want not, time and
    place will be fruitfully offer'd. There is nothing done, if he
    return the conqueror. Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my
    jail; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the
    place for your labour.
    'Your (wife, so I would say) affectionate servant, 'Goneril.'
    O indistinguish'd space of woman's will!
    A plot upon her virtuous husband's life,
    And the exchange my brother! Here in the sands
    Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified
    Of murtherous lechers; and in the mature time
    With this ungracious paper strike the sight
    Of the death-practis'd Duke, For him 'tis well
    That of thy death and business I can tell.
  • Earl of Gloucester. What, is he dead?

    Edgar. Sit you down, father; rest you.
    Let's see his pockets; these letters that he speaks of
    May be my friends. He's dead. I am only sorry
    He had no other deathsman. Let us see.
    Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not.
    To know our enemies' minds, we'ld rip their hearts;
    Their papers, is more lawful. Reads the letter.
    'Let our reciprocal vows be rememb'red. You have many
    opportunities to cut him off. If your will want not, time and
    place will be fruitfully offer'd. There is nothing done, if he
    return the conqueror. Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my
    jail; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the
    place for your labour.
    'Your (wife, so I would say) affectionate servant, 'Goneril.'
    O indistinguish'd space of woman's will!
    A plot upon her virtuous husband's life,
    And the exchange my brother! Here in the sands
    Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified
    Of murtherous lechers; and in the mature time
    With this ungracious paper strike the sight
    Of the death-practis'd Duke, For him 'tis well
    That of thy death and business I can tell.

74 IV / 6
  • Give me your hand.
    Far off methinks I hear the beaten drum.
    Come, father...
  • Give me your hand.
    Far off methinks I hear the beaten drum.
    Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. Exeunt.
  • Earl of Gloucester. The King is mad. How stiff is my vile sense,
    That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling
    Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract.
    So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs,
    And woes by wrong imaginations lose
    The knowledge of themselves.

    Edgar. Give me your hand.
    Far off methinks I hear the beaten drum.
    Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. Exeunt.

75 V / 1
  • If e'er your Grace had speech with man so poor,
    Hear me one word.
  • If e'er your Grace had speech with man so poor,
    Hear me one word.
  • Goneril. [aside] O, ho, I know the riddle.- I will go.
    [As they are going out,] enter Edgar [disguised].

    Edgar. If e'er your Grace had speech with man so poor,
    Hear me one word.

76 V / 1
  • Before you fight the battle, ope this letter.
    If you have victory, let the t...
  • Before you fight the battle, ope this letter.
    If you have victory, let the trumpet sound
    For him that brought it. Wretched though I seem,
    I can produce a champion that will prove
    What is avouched there. If you miscarry,
    Your business of the world hath so an end,
    And machination ceases. Fortune love you!
  • Duke of Albany. I'll overtake you.- Speak.

    Edgar. Before you fight the battle, ope this letter.
    If you have victory, let the trumpet sound
    For him that brought it. Wretched though I seem,
    I can produce a champion that will prove
    What is avouched there. If you miscarry,
    Your business of the world hath so an end,
    And machination ceases. Fortune love you!

77 V / 1
  • I was forbid it.
    When time shall serve, let but the herald cry,
    And I'll...
  • I was forbid it.
    When time shall serve, let but the herald cry,
    And I'll appear again.
  • Duke of Albany. Stay till I have read the letter.

    Edgar. I was forbid it.
    When time shall serve, let but the herald cry,
    And I'll appear again.

78 V / 2
  • Here, father, take the shadow of this tree
    For your good host. Pray that the...
  • Here, father, take the shadow of this tree
    For your good host. Pray that the right may thrive.
    If ever I return to you again,
    I'll bring you comfort.
  • Edmund. To both these sisters have I sworn my love;
    Each jealous of the other, as the stung
    Are of the adder. Which of them shall I take?
    Both? one? or neither? Neither can be enjoy'd,
    If both remain alive. To take the widow
    Exasperates, makes mad her sister Goneril;
    And hardly shall I carry out my side,
    Her husband being alive. Now then, we'll use
    His countenance for the battle, which being done,
    Let her who would be rid of him devise
    His speedy taking off. As for the mercy
    Which he intends to Lear and to Cordelia-
    The battle done, and they within our power,
    Shall never see his pardon; for my state
    Stands on me to defend, not to debate. Exit.

    Edgar. Here, father, take the shadow of this tree
    For your good host. Pray that the right may thrive.
    If ever I return to you again,
    I'll bring you comfort.

79 V / 2
  • Away, old man! give me thy hand! away!
    King Lear hath lost, he and his daugh...
  • Away, old man! give me thy hand! away!
    King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en.
    Give me thy hand! come on!
  • Earl of Gloucester. Grace go with you, sir!

    Edgar. Away, old man! give me thy hand! away!
    King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en.
    Give me thy hand! come on!

80 V / 2
  • What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
    Their going hence, even as thei...
  • What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
    Their going hence, even as their coming hither;
    Ripeness is all. Come on.
  • Earl of Gloucester. No further, sir. A man may rot even here.

    Edgar. What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
    Their going hence, even as their coming hither;
    Ripeness is all. Come on.

81 V / 3
  • Know my name is lost;
    By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit.
    Yet...
  • 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.
  • Herald. What are you?
    Your name, your quality? and why you answer
    This present summons?

    Edgar. 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.

82 V / 3
  • What's he that speaks for Edmund Earl of Gloucester?
  • What's he that speaks for Edmund Earl of Gloucester?
  • Duke of Albany. Which is that adversary?

    Edgar. What's he that speaks for Edmund Earl of Gloucester?

83 V / 3
  • Draw thy sword,
    That, if my speech offend a noble heart,
    Thy arm may do...
  • 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 th' 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.
  • Edmund. Himself. What say'st thou to him?

    Edgar. 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 th' 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.

84 V / 3
  • Let's exchange charity.
    I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;
    If...
  • Let's exchange charity.
    I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;
    If more, the more th' 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 scourge us.
    The dark and vicious place where thee he got
    Cost him his eyes.
  • Edmund. 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.

    Edgar. Let's exchange charity.
    I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;
    If more, the more th' 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 scourge us.
    The dark and vicious place where thee he got
    Cost him his eyes.

85 V / 3
  • Worthy prince, I know't.
  • Worthy prince, I know't.
  • Duke of Albany. 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!

    Edgar. Worthy prince, I know't.

86 V / 3
  • By nursing them, my lord. List a brief tale;
    And when 'tis told, O that my h...
  • 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 would hourly die
    Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift
    Into a madman's rags, t' 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.
  • Duke of Albany. Where have you hid yourself?
    How have you known the miseries of your father?

    Edgar. 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 would hourly die
    Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift
    Into a madman's rags, t' 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.

87 V / 3
  • This would have seem'd a period
    To such as love not sorrow; but another,
  • 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 bellowed 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.
  • Duke of Albany. If there be more, more woful, hold it in;
    For I am almost ready to dissolve,
    Hearing of this.

    Edgar. 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 bellowed 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.

88 V / 3
  • Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise
    Followed his enemy king and di...
  • Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise
    Followed his enemy king and did him service
    Improper for a slave.
  • Duke of Albany. But who was this?

    Edgar. Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise
    Followed his enemy king and did him service
    Improper for a slave.

89 V / 3
  • What kind of help?
  • What kind of help?
  • Gentleman. Help, help! O, help!

    Edgar. What kind of help?

90 V / 3
  • What means that bloody knife?
  • What means that bloody knife?
  • Duke of Albany. Speak, man.

    Edgar. What means that bloody knife?

91 V / 3
  • Here comes Kent.
  • Here comes Kent.
  • Edmund. I was contracted to them both. All three
    Now marry in an instant.

    Edgar. Here comes Kent.

92 V / 3
  • To who, my lord? Who has the office? Send
    Thy token of reprieve.
  • To who, my lord? Who has the office? Send
    Thy token of reprieve.
  • Duke of Albany. Run, run, O, run!

    Edgar. To who, my lord? Who has the office? Send
    Thy token of reprieve.

93 V / 3
  • Or image of that horror?
  • Or image of that horror?
  • Earl of Kent. Is this the promis'd end?

    Edgar. Or image of that horror?

94 V / 3
  • 'Tis noble Kent, your friend.
  • 'Tis noble Kent, your friend.
  • Lear. Prithee away!

    Edgar. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend.

95 V / 3
  • Very bootless.
  • Very bootless.
  • Duke of Albany. He knows not what he says; and vain is it
    That we present us to him.

    Edgar. Very bootless.

96 V / 3
  • He faints! My lord, my lord!
  • He faints! My lord, my lord!
  • 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! He dies.

    Edgar. He faints! My lord, my lord!

97 V / 3
  • Look up, my lord.
  • Look up, my lord.
  • Earl of Kent. Break, heart; I prithee break!

    Edgar. Look up, my lord.

98 V / 3
  • He is gone indeed.
  • He is gone indeed.
  • Earl of Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him
    That would upon the rack of this tough world
    Stretch him out longer.

    Edgar. He is gone indeed.

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