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

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1 I / 1
  • Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
  • Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
  • Earl of Gloucester. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again.
    [Sound a sennet.]
    The King is coming.

    Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.

2 I / 1
  • Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.
    Give me the map there. Know we...
  • Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.
    Give me the map there. Know we have divided
    In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent
    To shake all cares and business from our age,
    Conferring them on younger strengths while we
    Unburthen'd crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall,
    And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
    We have this hour a constant will to publish
    Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife
    May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy,
    Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,
    Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn,
    And here are to be answer'd. Tell me, my daughters
    (Since now we will divest us both of rule,
    Interest of territory, cares of state),
    Which of you shall we say doth love us most?
    That we our largest bounty may extend
    Where nature doth with merit challenge. Goneril,
    Our eldest-born, speak first.
  • Earl of Gloucester. I shall, my liege.

    Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.
    Give me the map there. Know we have divided
    In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent
    To shake all cares and business from our age,
    Conferring them on younger strengths while we
    Unburthen'd crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall,
    And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
    We have this hour a constant will to publish
    Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife
    May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy,
    Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,
    Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn,
    And here are to be answer'd. Tell me, my daughters
    (Since now we will divest us both of rule,
    Interest of territory, cares of state),
    Which of you shall we say doth love us most?
    That we our largest bounty may extend
    Where nature doth with merit challenge. Goneril,
    Our eldest-born, speak first.

3 I / 1
  • Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,
    With shadowy forests and w...
  • Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,
    With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd,
    With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,
    We make thee lady. To thine and Albany's issue
    Be this perpetual.- What says our second daughter,
    Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak.
  • Cordelia. [aside] What shall Cordelia speak? Love, and be silent.

    Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,
    With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd,
    With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,
    We make thee lady. To thine and Albany's issue
    Be this perpetual.- What says our second daughter,
    Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak.

4 I / 1
  • To thee and thine hereditary ever
    Remain this ample third of our fair kingdo...
  • To thee and thine hereditary ever
    Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom,
    No less in space, validity, and pleasure
    Than that conferr'd on Goneril.- Now, our joy,
    Although the last, not least; to whose young love
    The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
    Strive to be interest; what can you say to draw
    A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.
  • Cordelia. [aside] Then poor Cordelia!
    And yet not so; since I am sure my love's
    More richer than my tongue.

    Lear. To thee and thine hereditary ever
    Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom,
    No less in space, validity, and pleasure
    Than that conferr'd on Goneril.- Now, our joy,
    Although the last, not least; to whose young love
    The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
    Strive to be interest; what can you say to draw
    A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.

5 I / 1
  • Nothing?
  • Nothing?
  • Cordelia. Nothing, my lord.

    Lear. Nothing?

6 I / 1
  • Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again.
  • Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again.
  • Cordelia. Nothing.

    Lear. Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again.

7 I / 1
  • How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,
    Lest it may mar your fortunes...
  • How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,
    Lest it may mar your fortunes.
  • Cordelia. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
    My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty
    According to my bond; no more nor less.

    Lear. How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,
    Lest it may mar your fortunes.

8 I / 1
  • But goes thy heart with this?
  • But goes thy heart with this?
  • Cordelia. Good my lord,
    You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I
    Return those duties back as are right fit,
    Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
    Why have my sisters husbands, if they say
    They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed,
    That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry
    Half my love with him, half my care and duty.
    Sure I shall never marry like my sisters,
    To love my father all.

    Lear. But goes thy heart with this?

9 I / 1
  • So young, and so untender?
  • So young, and so untender?
  • Cordelia. Ay, good my lord.

    Lear. So young, and so untender?

10 I / 1
  • Let it be so! thy truth then be thy dower!
    For, by the sacred radiance of th...
  • Let it be so! thy truth then be thy dower!
    For, by the sacred radiance of the sun,
    The mysteries of Hecate and the night;
    By all the operation of the orbs
    From whom we do exist and cease to be;
    Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
    Propinquity and property of blood,
    And as a stranger to my heart and me
    Hold thee from this for ever. The barbarous Scythian,
    Or he that makes his generation messes
    To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
    Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
    As thou my sometime daughter.
  • Cordelia. So young, my lord, and true.

    Lear. Let it be so! thy truth then be thy dower!
    For, by the sacred radiance of the sun,
    The mysteries of Hecate and the night;
    By all the operation of the orbs
    From whom we do exist and cease to be;
    Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
    Propinquity and property of blood,
    And as a stranger to my heart and me
    Hold thee from this for ever. The barbarous Scythian,
    Or he that makes his generation messes
    To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
    Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
    As thou my sometime daughter.

11 I / 1
  • Peace, Kent!
    Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
    I lov'd her most...
  • Peace, Kent!
    Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
    I lov'd her most, and thought to set my rest
    On her kind nursery.- Hence and avoid my sight!-
    So be my grave my peace as here I give
    Her father's heart from her! Call France! Who stirs?
    Call Burgundy! Cornwall and Albany,
    With my two daughters' dowers digest this third;
    Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
    I do invest you jointly in my power,
    Preeminence, and all the large effects
    That troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly course,
    With reservation of an hundred knights,
    By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode
    Make with you by due turns. Only we still retain
    The name, and all th' additions to a king. The sway,
    Revenue, execution of the rest,
    Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,
    This coronet part betwixt you.
  • Earl of Kent. Good my liege-

    Lear. Peace, Kent!
    Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
    I lov'd her most, and thought to set my rest
    On her kind nursery.- Hence and avoid my sight!-
    So be my grave my peace as here I give
    Her father's heart from her! Call France! Who stirs?
    Call Burgundy! Cornwall and Albany,
    With my two daughters' dowers digest this third;
    Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
    I do invest you jointly in my power,
    Preeminence, and all the large effects
    That troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly course,
    With reservation of an hundred knights,
    By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode
    Make with you by due turns. Only we still retain
    The name, and all th' additions to a king. The sway,
    Revenue, execution of the rest,
    Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,
    This coronet part betwixt you.

12 I / 1
  • The bow is bent and drawn; make from the shaft.
  • The bow is bent and drawn; make from the shaft.
  • Earl of Kent. Royal Lear,
    Whom I have ever honour'd as my king,
    Lov'd as my father, as my master follow'd,
    As my great patron thought on in my prayers-

    Lear. The bow is bent and drawn; make from the shaft.

13 I / 1
  • Kent, on thy life, no more!
  • Kent, on thy life, no more!
  • Earl of Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade
    The region of my heart! Be Kent unmannerly
    When Lear is mad. What wouldst thou do, old man?
    Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak
    When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound
    When majesty falls to folly. Reverse thy doom;
    And in thy best consideration check
    This hideous rashness. Answer my life my judgment,
    Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least,
    Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound
    Reverbs no hollowness.

    Lear. Kent, on thy life, no more!

14 I / 1
  • Out of my sight!
  • Out of my sight!
  • Earl of Kent. My life I never held but as a pawn
    To wage against thine enemies; nor fear to lose it,
    Thy safety being the motive.

    Lear. Out of my sight!

15 I / 1
  • Now by Apollo-
  • Now by Apollo-
  • Earl of Kent. See better, Lear, and let me still remain
    The true blank of thine eye.

    Lear. Now by Apollo-

16 I / 1
  • O vassal! miscreant! [Lays his hand on his sword.]
  • O vassal! miscreant! [Lays his hand on his sword.]
  • Earl of Kent. Now by Apollo, King,
    Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.

    Lear. O vassal! miscreant! [Lays his hand on his sword.]

17 I / 1
  • Hear me, recreant!
    On thine allegiance, hear me!
    Since thou hast sought...
  • Hear me, recreant!
    On thine allegiance, hear me!
    Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow-
    Which we durst never yet- and with strain'd pride
    To come between our sentence and our power,-
    Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,-
    Our potency made good, take thy reward.
    Five days we do allot thee for provision
    To shield thee from diseases of the world,
    And on the sixth to turn thy hated back
    Upon our kingdom. If, on the tenth day following,
    Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions,
    The moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter,
    This shall not be revok'd.
  • Earl of Kent. Do!
    Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow
    Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift,
    Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat,
    I'll tell thee thou dost evil.

    Lear. Hear me, recreant!
    On thine allegiance, hear me!
    Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow-
    Which we durst never yet- and with strain'd pride
    To come between our sentence and our power,-
    Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,-
    Our potency made good, take thy reward.
    Five days we do allot thee for provision
    To shield thee from diseases of the world,
    And on the sixth to turn thy hated back
    Upon our kingdom. If, on the tenth day following,
    Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions,
    The moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter,
    This shall not be revok'd.

18 I / 1
  • My Lord of Burgundy,
    We first address toward you, who with this king
    Hat...
  • My Lord of Burgundy,
    We first address toward you, who with this king
    Hath rivall'd for our daughter. What in the least
    Will you require in present dower with her,
    Or cease your quest of love?
  • Earl of Gloucester. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord.

    Lear. My Lord of Burgundy,
    We first address toward you, who with this king
    Hath rivall'd for our daughter. What in the least
    Will you require in present dower with her,
    Or cease your quest of love?

19 I / 1
  • Right noble Burgundy,
    When she was dear to us, we did hold her so;
    But n...
  • Right noble Burgundy,
    When she was dear to us, we did hold her so;
    But now her price is fall'n. Sir, there she stands.
    If aught within that little seeming substance,
    Or all of it, with our displeasure piec'd,
    And nothing more, may fitly like your Grace,
    She's there, and she is yours.
  • Duke of Burgundy. Most royal Majesty,
    I crave no more than hath your Highness offer'd,
    Nor will you tender less.

    Lear. Right noble Burgundy,
    When she was dear to us, we did hold her so;
    But now her price is fall'n. Sir, there she stands.
    If aught within that little seeming substance,
    Or all of it, with our displeasure piec'd,
    And nothing more, may fitly like your Grace,
    She's there, and she is yours.

20 I / 1
  • Will you, with those infirmities she owes,
    Unfriended, new adopted to our ha...
  • Will you, with those infirmities she owes,
    Unfriended, new adopted to our hate,
    Dow'r'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath,
    Take her, or leave her?
  • Duke of Burgundy. I know no answer.

    Lear. Will you, with those infirmities she owes,
    Unfriended, new adopted to our hate,
    Dow'r'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath,
    Take her, or leave her?

21 I / 1
  • Then leave her, sir; for, by the pow'r that made me,
    I tell you all her weal...
  • Then leave her, sir; for, by the pow'r that made me,
    I tell you all her wealth. [To France] For you, great King,
    I would not from your love make such a stray
    To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you
    T' avert your liking a more worthier way
    Than on a wretch whom nature is asham'd
    Almost t' acknowledge hers.
  • Duke of Burgundy. Pardon me, royal sir.
    Election makes not up on such conditions.

    Lear. Then leave her, sir; for, by the pow'r that made me,
    I tell you all her wealth. [To France] For you, great King,
    I would not from your love make such a stray
    To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you
    T' avert your liking a more worthier way
    Than on a wretch whom nature is asham'd
    Almost t' acknowledge hers.

22 I / 1
  • Better thou
    Hadst not been born than not t' have pleas'd me better.
  • Better thou
    Hadst not been born than not t' have pleas'd me better.
  • Cordelia. I yet beseech your Majesty,
    If for I want that glib and oily art
    To speak and purpose not, since what I well intend,
    I'll do't before I speak- that you make known
    It is no vicious blot, murther, or foulness,
    No unchaste action or dishonoured step,
    That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour;
    But even for want of that for which I am richer-
    A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
    As I am glad I have not, though not to have it
    Hath lost me in your liking.

    Lear. Better thou
    Hadst not been born than not t' have pleas'd me better.

23 I / 1
  • Nothing! I have sworn; I am firm.
  • Nothing! I have sworn; I am firm.
  • Duke of Burgundy. Royal Lear,
    Give but that portion which yourself propos'd,
    And here I take Cordelia by the hand,
    Duchess of Burgundy.

    Lear. Nothing! I have sworn; I am firm.

24 I / 1
  • Thou hast her, France; let her be thine; for we
    Have no such daughter, nor s...
  • Thou hast her, France; let her be thine; for we
    Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
    That face of hers again. Therefore be gone
    Without our grace, our love, our benison.
    Come, noble Burgundy.
  • King of France. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor;
    Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd!
    Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.
    Be it lawful I take up what's cast away.
    Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect
    My love should kindle to inflam'd respect.
    Thy dow'rless daughter, King, thrown to my chance,
    Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France.
    Not all the dukes in wat'rish Burgundy
    Can buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me.
    Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind.
    Thou losest here, a better where to find.

    Lear. Thou hast her, France; let her be thine; for we
    Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
    That face of hers again. Therefore be gone
    Without our grace, our love, our benison.
    Come, noble Burgundy.

25 I / 4
  • Let me not stay a jot for dinner; go get it ready. [Exit
    an Attendant.] How...
  • Let me not stay a jot for dinner; go get it ready. [Exit
    an Attendant.] How now? What art thou?
  • Earl of Kent. If but as well I other accents borrow,
    That can my speech defuse, my good intent
    May carry through itself to that full issue
    For which I raz'd my likeness. Now, banish'd Kent,
    If thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemn'd,
    So may it come, thy master, whom thou lov'st,
    Shall find thee full of labours.
    Horns within. Enter Lear, [Knights,] and Attendants.

    Lear. Let me not stay a jot for dinner; go get it ready. [Exit
    an Attendant.] How now? What art thou?

26 I / 4
  • What dost thou profess? What wouldst thou with us?
  • What dost thou profess? What wouldst thou with us?
  • Earl of Kent. A man, sir.

    Lear. What dost thou profess? What wouldst thou with us?

27 I / 4
  • What art thou?
  • What art thou?
  • Earl of Kent. I do profess to be no less than I seem, to serve him truly
    that will put me in trust, to love him that is honest, to
    converse with him that is wise and says little, to fear
    judgment, to fight when I cannot choose, and to eat no fish.

    Lear. What art thou?

28 I / 4
  • If thou be'st as poor for a subject as he's for a king, thou
    art poor enough...
  • If thou be'st as poor for a subject as he's for a king, thou
    art poor enough. What wouldst thou?
  • Earl of Kent. A very honest-hearted fellow, and as poor as the King.

    Lear. If thou be'st as poor for a subject as he's for a king, thou
    art poor enough. What wouldst thou?

29 I / 4
  • Who wouldst thou serve?
  • Who wouldst thou serve?
  • Earl of Kent. Service.

    Lear. Who wouldst thou serve?

30 I / 4
  • Dost thou know me, fellow?
  • Dost thou know me, fellow?
  • Earl of Kent. You.

    Lear. Dost thou know me, fellow?

31 I / 4
  • What's that?
  • What's that?
  • Earl of Kent. No, sir; but you have that in your countenance which I would
    fain call master.

    Lear. What's that?

32 I / 4
  • What services canst thou do?
  • What services canst thou do?
  • Earl of Kent. Authority.

    Lear. What services canst thou do?

33 I / 4
  • How old art thou?
  • How old art thou?
  • Earl of Kent. I can keep honest counsel, ride, run, mar a curious tale in
    telling it and deliver a plain message bluntly. That which
    ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in, and the best of me
    is diligence.

    Lear. How old art thou?

34 I / 4
  • Follow me; thou shalt serve me. If I like thee no worse after
    dinner, I will...
  • Follow me; thou shalt serve me. If I like thee no worse after
    dinner, I will not part from thee yet. Dinner, ho, dinner!
    Where's my knave? my fool? Go you and call my fool hither.
    [Exit an attendant.]
    [Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
    You, you, sirrah, where's my daughter?
  • Earl of Kent. Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to
    dote on her for anything. I have years on my back forty-eight.

    Lear. Follow me; thou shalt serve me. If I like thee no worse after
    dinner, I will not part from thee yet. Dinner, ho, dinner!
    Where's my knave? my fool? Go you and call my fool hither.
    [Exit an attendant.]
    [Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
    You, you, sirrah, where's my daughter?

35 I / 4
  • What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back.
    [Exit a Knight.] Where's...
  • What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back.
    [Exit a Knight.] Where's my fool, ho? I think the world's
    asleep.
    [Enter Knight]
    How now? Where's that mongrel?
  • Oswald. So please you- Exit.

    Lear. What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back.
    [Exit a Knight.] Where's my fool, ho? I think the world's
    asleep.
    [Enter Knight]
    How now? Where's that mongrel?

36 I / 4
  • Why came not the slave back to me when I call'd him?
  • Why came not the slave back to me when I call'd him?
  • Knight. He says, my lord, your daughter is not well.

    Lear. Why came not the slave back to me when I call'd him?

37 I / 4
  • He would not?
  • He would not?
  • Knight. Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner, he would not.

    Lear. He would not?

38 I / 4
  • Ha! say'st thou so?
  • Ha! say'st thou so?
  • Knight. My lord, I know not what the matter is; but to my judgment
    your Highness is not entertain'd with that ceremonious affection
    as you were wont. There's a great abatement of kindness appears
    as well in the general dependants as in the Duke himself also
    and your daughter.

    Lear. Ha! say'st thou so?

39 I / 4
  • Thou but rememb'rest me of mine own conception. I have
    perceived a most fain...
  • Thou but rememb'rest me of mine own conception. I have
    perceived a most faint neglect of late, which I have rather
    blamed as mine own jealous curiosity than as a very pretence
    and purpose of unkindness. I will look further into't. But
    where's my fool? I have not seen him this two days.
  • Knight. I beseech you pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken; for
    my duty cannot be silent when I think your Highness wrong'd.

    Lear. Thou but rememb'rest me of mine own conception. I have
    perceived a most faint neglect of late, which I have rather
    blamed as mine own jealous curiosity than as a very pretence
    and purpose of unkindness. I will look further into't. But
    where's my fool? I have not seen him this two days.

40 I / 4
  • No more of that; I have noted it well. Go you and tell my
    daughter I would s...
  • No more of that; I have noted it well. Go you and tell my
    daughter I would speak with her. [Exit Knight.] Go you, call
    hither my fool.
    [Exit an Attendant.]
    [Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
    O, you, sir, you! Come you hither, sir. Who am I, sir?
  • Knight. Since my young lady's going into France, sir, the fool
    hath much pined away.

    Lear. No more of that; I have noted it well. Go you and tell my
    daughter I would speak with her. [Exit Knight.] Go you, call
    hither my fool.
    [Exit an Attendant.]
    [Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
    O, you, sir, you! Come you hither, sir. Who am I, sir?

41 I / 4
  • 'My lady's father'? My lord's knave! You whoreson dog! you
    slave! you cur!
  • 'My lady's father'? My lord's knave! You whoreson dog! you
    slave! you cur!
  • Oswald. My lady's father.

    Lear. 'My lady's father'? My lord's knave! You whoreson dog! you
    slave! you cur!

42 I / 4
  • Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?
  • Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?
  • Oswald. I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your pardon.

    Lear. Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?

43 I / 4
  • I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv'st me, and I'll love thee.
  • I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv'st me, and I'll love thee.
  • Earl of Kent. Nor tripp'd neither, you base football player?

    Lear. I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv'st me, and I'll love thee.

44 I / 4
  • Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee. There's earnest of thy
    service....
  • Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee. There's earnest of thy
    service. [Gives money.]
  • Earl of Kent. Come, sir, arise, away! I'll teach you differences. Away,
    away! If you will measure your lubber's length again, tarry; but
    away! Go to! Have you wisdom? So.

    Lear. Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee. There's earnest of thy
    service. [Gives money.]

45 I / 4
  • How now, my pretty knave? How dost thou?
  • How now, my pretty knave? How dost thou?
  • Fool. Let me hire him too. Here's my coxcomb.

    Lear. How now, my pretty knave? How dost thou?

46 I / 4
  • Why, my boy?
  • Why, my boy?
  • Fool. Why? For taking one's part that's out of favour. Nay, an thou
    canst not smile as the wind sits, thou'lt catch cold shortly.
    There, take my coxcomb! Why, this fellow hath banish'd two on's
    daughters, and did the third a blessing against his will. If
    thou follow him, thou must needs wear my coxcomb.- How now,
    nuncle? Would I had two coxcombs and two daughters!

    Lear. Why, my boy?

47 I / 4
  • Take heed, sirrah- the whip.
  • Take heed, sirrah- the whip.
  • Fool. If I gave them all my living, I'ld keep my coxcombs myself.
    There's mine! beg another of thy daughters.

    Lear. Take heed, sirrah- the whip.

48 I / 4
  • A pestilent gall to me!
  • A pestilent gall to me!
  • Fool. Truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipp'd out, when
    Lady the brach may stand by th' fire and stink.

    Lear. A pestilent gall to me!

49 I / 4
  • Do.
  • Do.
  • Fool. Sirrah, I'll teach thee a speech.

    Lear. Do.

50 I / 4
  • Why, no, boy. Nothing can be made out of nothing.
  • Why, no, boy. Nothing can be made out of nothing.
  • Fool. Then 'tis like the breath of an unfeed lawyer- you gave me
    nothing for't. Can you make no use of nothing, nuncle?

    Lear. Why, no, boy. Nothing can be made out of nothing.

51 I / 4
  • A bitter fool!
  • A bitter fool!
  • Fool. [to Kent] Prithee tell him, so much the rent of his land
    comes to. He will not believe a fool.

    Lear. A bitter fool!

52 I / 4
  • No, lad; teach me.
  • No, lad; teach me.
  • Fool. Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter
    fool and a sweet fool?

    Lear. No, lad; teach me.

53 I / 4
  • Dost thou call me fool, boy?
  • Dost thou call me fool, boy?
  • Fool. That lord that counsell'd thee
    To give away thy land,
    Come place him here by me-
    Do thou for him stand.
    The sweet and bitter fool
    Will presently appear;
    The one in motley here,
    The other found out there.

    Lear. Dost thou call me fool, boy?

54 I / 4
  • What two crowns shall they be?
  • What two crowns shall they be?
  • Fool. No, faith; lords and great men will not let me. If I had a
    monopoly out, they would have part on't. And ladies too, they
    will not let me have all the fool to myself; they'll be
    snatching. Give me an egg, nuncle, and I'll give thee two
    crowns.

    Lear. What two crowns shall they be?

55 I / 4
  • When were you wont to be so full of songs, sirrah?
  • When were you wont to be so full of songs, sirrah?
  • Fool. Why, after I have cut the egg i' th' middle and eat up the
    meat, the two crowns of the egg. When thou clovest thy crown i'
    th' middle and gav'st away both parts, thou bor'st thine ass on
    thy back o'er the dirt. Thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown
    when thou gav'st thy golden one away. If I speak like myself in
    this, let him be whipp'd that first finds it so.
    [Sings] Fools had ne'er less grace in a year,
    For wise men are grown foppish;
    They know not how their wits to wear,
    Their manners are so apish.

    Lear. When were you wont to be so full of songs, sirrah?

56 I / 4
  • An you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipp'd.
  • An you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipp'd.
  • Fool. I have us'd it, nuncle, ever since thou mad'st thy daughters
    thy mother; for when thou gav'st them the rod, and put'st down
    thine own breeches,
    [Sings] Then they for sudden joy did weep,
    And I for sorrow sung,
    That such a king should play bo-peep
    And go the fools among.
    Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to
    lie. I would fain learn to lie.

    Lear. An you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipp'd.

57 I / 4
  • How now, daughter? What makes that frontlet on? Methinks you
    are too much o'...
  • How now, daughter? What makes that frontlet on? Methinks you
    are too much o' late i' th' frown.
  • Fool. I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are. They'll have me
    whipp'd for speaking true; thou'lt have me whipp'd for lying;
    and sometimes I am whipp'd for holding my peace. I had rather be
    any kind o' thing than a fool! And yet I would not be thee,
    nuncle. Thou hast pared thy wit o' both sides and left nothing
    i' th' middle. Here comes one o' the parings.

    Lear. How now, daughter? What makes that frontlet on? Methinks you
    are too much o' late i' th' frown.

58 I / 4
  • Are you our daughter?
  • Are you our daughter?
  • Fool. For you know, nuncle,
    The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long
    That it had it head bit off by it young.
    So out went the candle, and we were left darkling.

    Lear. Are you our daughter?

59 I / 4
  • Doth any here know me? This is not Lear.
    Doth Lear walk thus? speak thus? Wh...
  • Doth any here know me? This is not Lear.
    Doth Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes?
    Either his notion weakens, his discernings
    Are lethargied- Ha! waking? 'Tis not so!
    Who is it that can tell me who I am?
  • Fool. May not an ass know when the cart draws the horse?
    Whoop, Jug, I love thee!

    Lear. Doth any here know me? This is not Lear.
    Doth Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes?
    Either his notion weakens, his discernings
    Are lethargied- Ha! waking? 'Tis not so!
    Who is it that can tell me who I am?

60 I / 4
  • I would learn that; for, by the marks of sovereignty,
    Knowledge, and reason,...
  • I would learn that; for, by the marks of sovereignty,
    Knowledge, and reason, I should be false persuaded
    I had daughters.
  • Fool. Lear's shadow.

    Lear. I would learn that; for, by the marks of sovereignty,
    Knowledge, and reason, I should be false persuaded
    I had daughters.

61 I / 4
  • Your name, fair gentlewoman?
  • Your name, fair gentlewoman?
  • Fool. Which they will make an obedient father.

    Lear. Your name, fair gentlewoman?

62 I / 4
  • Darkness and devils!
    Saddle my horses! Call my train together!
    Degenerat...
  • Darkness and devils!
    Saddle my horses! Call my train together!
    Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble thee;
    Yet have I left a daughter.
  • Goneril. This admiration, sir, is much o' th' savour
    Of other your new pranks. I do beseech you
    To understand my purposes aright.
    As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.
    Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires;
    Men so disorder'd, so debosh'd, and bold
    That this our court, infected with their manners,
    Shows like a riotous inn. Epicurism and lust
    Make it more like a tavern or a brothel
    Than a grac'd palace. The shame itself doth speak
    For instant remedy. Be then desir'd
    By her that else will take the thing she begs
    A little to disquantity your train,
    And the remainder that shall still depend
    To be such men as may besort your age,
    Which know themselves, and you.

    Lear. Darkness and devils!
    Saddle my horses! Call my train together!
    Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble thee;
    Yet have I left a daughter.

63 I / 4
  • Woe that too late repents!- O, sir, are you come?
    Is it your will? Speak, si...
  • Woe that too late repents!- O, sir, are you come?
    Is it your will? Speak, sir!- Prepare my horses.
    Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend,
    More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child
    Than the sea-monster!
  • Goneril. You strike my people, and your disorder'd rabble
    Make servants of their betters.

    Lear. Woe that too late repents!- O, sir, are you come?
    Is it your will? Speak, sir!- Prepare my horses.
    Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend,
    More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child
    Than the sea-monster!

64 I / 4
  • [to Goneril] Detested kite, thou liest!
    My train are men of choice and rares...
  • [to Goneril] Detested kite, thou liest!
    My train are men of choice and rarest parts,
    That all particulars of duty know
    And in the most exact regard support
    The worships of their name.- O most small fault,
    How ugly didst thou in Cordelia show!
    Which, like an engine, wrench'd my frame of nature
    From the fix'd place; drew from my heart all love
    And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear!
    Beat at this gate that let thy folly in [Strikes his head.]
    And thy dear judgment out! Go, go, my people.
  • Duke of Albany. Pray, sir, be patient.

    Lear. [to Goneril] Detested kite, thou liest!
    My train are men of choice and rarest parts,
    That all particulars of duty know
    And in the most exact regard support
    The worships of their name.- O most small fault,
    How ugly didst thou in Cordelia show!
    Which, like an engine, wrench'd my frame of nature
    From the fix'd place; drew from my heart all love
    And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear!
    Beat at this gate that let thy folly in [Strikes his head.]
    And thy dear judgment out! Go, go, my people.

65 I / 4
  • It may be so, my lord.
    Hear, Nature, hear! dear goddess, hear!
    Suspend t...
  • It may be so, my lord.
    Hear, Nature, hear! dear goddess, hear!
    Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend
    To make this creature fruitful.
    Into her womb convey sterility;
    Dry up in her the organs of increase;
    And from her derogate body never spring
    A babe to honour her! If she must teem,
    Create her child of spleen, that it may live
    And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her.
    Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
    With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,
    Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
    To laughter and contempt, that she may feel
    How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
    To have a thankless child! Away, away! Exit.
  • Duke of Albany. My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant
    Of what hath mov'd you.

    Lear. It may be so, my lord.
    Hear, Nature, hear! dear goddess, hear!
    Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend
    To make this creature fruitful.
    Into her womb convey sterility;
    Dry up in her the organs of increase;
    And from her derogate body never spring
    A babe to honour her! If she must teem,
    Create her child of spleen, that it may live
    And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her.
    Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
    With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,
    Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
    To laughter and contempt, that she may feel
    How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
    To have a thankless child! Away, away! Exit.

66 I / 4
  • What, fifty of my followers at a clap?
    Within a fortnight?
  • What, fifty of my followers at a clap?
    Within a fortnight?
  • Goneril. Never afflict yourself to know the cause;
    But let his disposition have that scope
    That dotage gives it.

    Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap?
    Within a fortnight?

67 I / 4
  • I'll tell thee. [To Goneril] Life and death! I am asham'd
    That thou hast pow...
  • I'll tell thee. [To Goneril] Life and death! I am asham'd
    That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus;
    That these hot tears, which break from me perforce,
    Should make thee worth them. Blasts and fogs upon thee!
    Th' untented woundings of a father's curse
    Pierce every sense about thee!- Old fond eyes,
    Beweep this cause again, I'll pluck ye out,
    And cast you, with the waters that you lose,
    To temper clay. Yea, is it come to this?
    Let it be so. Yet have I left a daughter,
    Who I am sure is kind and comfortable.
    When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails
    She'll flay thy wolvish visage. Thou shalt find
    That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think
    I have cast off for ever; thou shalt, I warrant thee.
  • Duke of Albany. What's the matter, sir?

    Lear. I'll tell thee. [To Goneril] Life and death! I am asham'd
    That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus;
    That these hot tears, which break from me perforce,
    Should make thee worth them. Blasts and fogs upon thee!
    Th' untented woundings of a father's curse
    Pierce every sense about thee!- Old fond eyes,
    Beweep this cause again, I'll pluck ye out,
    And cast you, with the waters that you lose,
    To temper clay. Yea, is it come to this?
    Let it be so. Yet have I left a daughter,
    Who I am sure is kind and comfortable.
    When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails
    She'll flay thy wolvish visage. Thou shalt find
    That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think
    I have cast off for ever; thou shalt, I warrant thee.

68 I / 5
  • Go you before to Gloucester with these letters. Acquaint my
    daughter no furt...
  • Go you before to Gloucester with these letters. Acquaint my
    daughter no further with anything you know than comes from her
    demand out of the letter. If your diligence be not speedy, I
    shall be there afore you.
  • Duke of Albany. Well, well; th' event. Exeunt.

    Lear. Go you before to Gloucester with these letters. Acquaint my
    daughter no further with anything you know than comes from her
    demand out of the letter. If your diligence be not speedy, I
    shall be there afore you.

69 I / 5
  • Ay, boy.
  • Ay, boy.
  • Fool. If a man's brains were in's heels, were't not in danger of
    kibes?

    Lear. Ay, boy.

70 I / 5
  • Ha, ha, ha!
  • Ha, ha, ha!
  • Fool. Then I prithee be merry. Thy wit shall ne'er go slip-shod.

    Lear. Ha, ha, ha!

71 I / 5
  • What canst tell, boy?
  • What canst tell, boy?
  • Fool. Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly; for though
    she's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell
    what I can tell.

    Lear. What canst tell, boy?

72 I / 5
  • No.
  • No.
  • Fool. She'll taste as like this as a crab does to a crab. Thou
    canst tell why one's nose stands i' th' middle on's face?

    Lear. No.

73 I / 5
  • I did her wrong.
  • I did her wrong.
  • Fool. Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose, that what a
    man cannot smell out, 'a may spy into.

    Lear. I did her wrong.

74 I / 5
  • No.
  • No.
  • Fool. Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?

    Lear. No.

75 I / 5
  • Why?
  • Why?
  • Fool. Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house.

    Lear. Why?

76 I / 5
  • I will forget my nature. So kind a father!- Be my horses
    ready?
  • I will forget my nature. So kind a father!- Be my horses
    ready?
  • Fool. Why, to put's head in; not to give it away to his daughters,
    and leave his horns without a case.

    Lear. I will forget my nature. So kind a father!- Be my horses
    ready?

77 I / 5
  • Because they are not eight?
  • Because they are not eight?
  • Fool. Thy asses are gone about 'em. The reason why the seven stars
    are no moe than seven is a pretty reason.

    Lear. Because they are not eight?

78 I / 5
  • To tak't again perforce! Monster ingratitude!
  • To tak't again perforce! Monster ingratitude!
  • Fool. Yes indeed. Thou wouldst make a good fool.

    Lear. To tak't again perforce! Monster ingratitude!

79 I / 5
  • How's that?
  • How's that?
  • Fool. If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'ld have thee beaten for being
    old before thy time.

    Lear. How's that?

80 I / 5
  • O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!
    Keep me in temper; I would not...
  • O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!
    Keep me in temper; I would not be mad! [Enter a Gentleman.]
    How now? Are the horses ready?
  • Fool. Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

    Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!
    Keep me in temper; I would not be mad! [Enter a Gentleman.]
    How now? Are the horses ready?

81 I / 5
  • Come, boy.
  • Come, boy.
  • Gentleman. Ready, my lord.

    Lear. Come, boy.

82 II / 4
  • 'Tis strange that they should so depart from home,
    And not send back my mess...
  • 'Tis strange that they should so depart from home,
    And not send back my messenger.
  • 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.

    Lear. 'Tis strange that they should so depart from home,
    And not send back my messenger.

83 II / 4
  • Ha!
    Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime?
  • Ha!
    Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime?
  • Earl of Kent. Hail to thee, noble master!

    Lear. Ha!
    Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime?

84 II / 4
  • What's he that hath so much thy place mistook
    To set thee here?
  • What's he that hath so much thy place mistook
    To set thee here?
  • Fool. Ha, ha! look! he wears cruel garters. Horses are tied by the
    head, dogs and bears by th' neck, monkeys by th' loins, and men
    by th' legs. When a man's over-lusty at legs, then he wears
    wooden nether-stocks.

    Lear. What's he that hath so much thy place mistook
    To set thee here?

85 II / 4
  • No.
  • No.
  • Earl of Kent. It is both he and she-
    Your son and daughter.

    Lear. No.

86 II / 4
  • No, I say.
  • No, I say.
  • Earl of Kent. Yes.

    Lear. No, I say.

87 II / 4
  • No, no, they would not!
  • No, no, they would not!
  • Earl of Kent. I say yea.

    Lear. No, no, they would not!

88 II / 4
  • By Jupiter, I swear no!
  • By Jupiter, I swear no!
  • Earl of Kent. Yes, they have.

    Lear. By Jupiter, I swear no!

89 II / 4
  • They durst not do't;
    They would not, could not do't. 'Tis worse than murther...
  • They durst not do't;
    They would not, could not do't. 'Tis worse than murther
    To do upon respect such violent outrage.
    Resolve me with all modest haste which way
    Thou mightst deserve or they impose this usage,
    Coming from us.
  • Earl of Kent. By Juno, I swear ay!

    Lear. They durst not do't;
    They would not, could not do't. 'Tis worse than murther
    To do upon respect such violent outrage.
    Resolve me with all modest haste which way
    Thou mightst deserve or they impose this usage,
    Coming from us.

90 II / 4
  • O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
    Hysterica passio! Down, thou c...
  • O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
    Hysterica passio! Down, thou climbing sorrow!
    Thy element's below! Where is this daughter?
  • Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
    Fathers that wear rags
    Do make their children blind;
    But fathers that bear bags
    Shall see their children kind.
    Fortune, that arrant whore,
    Ne'er turns the key to th' poor.
    But for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours for thy
    daughters as thou canst tell in a year.

    Lear. O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
    Hysterica passio! Down, thou climbing sorrow!
    Thy element's below! Where is this daughter?

91 II / 4
  • Follow me not;
    Stay here. Exit.
  • Follow me not;
    Stay here. Exit.
  • Earl of Kent. With the Earl, sir, here within.

    Lear. Follow me not;
    Stay here. Exit.

92 II / 4
  • Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?
    They have travell'd al...
  • Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?
    They have travell'd all the night? Mere fetches-
    The images of revolt and flying off!
    Fetch me a better answer.
  • Fool. Not i' th' stocks, fool.
    Enter Lear and Gloucester

    Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?
    They have travell'd all the night? Mere fetches-
    The images of revolt and flying off!
    Fetch me a better answer.

93 II / 4
  • Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!
    Fiery? What quality? Why, Gloucester, G...
  • Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!
    Fiery? What quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
    I'ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.
  • Earl of Gloucester. My dear lord,
    You know the fiery quality of the Duke,
    How unremovable and fix'd he is
    In his own course.

    Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!
    Fiery? What quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
    I'ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.

94 II / 4
  • Inform'd them? Dost thou understand me, man?
  • Inform'd them? Dost thou understand me, man?
  • Earl of Gloucester. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so.

    Lear. Inform'd them? Dost thou understand me, man?

95 II / 4
  • The King would speak with Cornwall; the dear father
    Would with his daughter...
  • The King would speak with Cornwall; the dear father
    Would with his daughter speak, commands her service.
    Are they inform'd of this? My breath and blood!
    Fiery? the fiery Duke? Tell the hot Duke that-
    No, but not yet! May be he is not well.
    Infirmity doth still neglect all office
    Whereto our health is bound. We are not ourselves
    When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind
    To suffer with the body. I'll forbear;
    And am fallen out with my more headier will,
    To take the indispos'd and sickly fit
    For the sound man.- Death on my state! Wherefore
    Should he sit here? This act persuades me
    That this remotion of the Duke and her
    Is practice only. Give me my servant forth.
    Go tell the Duke and 's wife I'ld speak with them-
    Now, presently. Bid them come forth and hear me,
    Or at their chamber door I'll beat the drum
    Till it cry sleep to death.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Ay, my good lord.

    Lear. The King would speak with Cornwall; the dear father
    Would with his daughter speak, commands her service.
    Are they inform'd of this? My breath and blood!
    Fiery? the fiery Duke? Tell the hot Duke that-
    No, but not yet! May be he is not well.
    Infirmity doth still neglect all office
    Whereto our health is bound. We are not ourselves
    When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind
    To suffer with the body. I'll forbear;
    And am fallen out with my more headier will,
    To take the indispos'd and sickly fit
    For the sound man.- Death on my state! Wherefore
    Should he sit here? This act persuades me
    That this remotion of the Duke and her
    Is practice only. Give me my servant forth.
    Go tell the Duke and 's wife I'ld speak with them-
    Now, presently. Bid them come forth and hear me,
    Or at their chamber door I'll beat the drum
    Till it cry sleep to death.

96 II / 4
  • O me, my heart, my rising heart! But down!
  • O me, my heart, my rising heart! But down!
  • Earl of Gloucester. I would have all well betwixt you. Exit.

    Lear. O me, my heart, my rising heart! But down!

97 II / 4
  • Good morrow to you both.
  • Good morrow to you both.
  • Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels when she
    put 'em i' th' paste alive. She knapp'd 'em o' th' coxcombs with
    a stick and cried 'Down, wantons, down!' 'Twas her brother that,
    in pure kindness to his horse, buttered his hay.

    Lear. Good morrow to you both.

98 II / 4
  • Regan, I think you are; I know what reason
    I have to think so. If thou shoul...
  • Regan, I think you are; I know what reason
    I have to think so. If thou shouldst not be glad,
    I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb,
    Sepulchring an adultress. [To Kent] O, are you free?
    Some other time for that.- Beloved Regan,
    Thy sister's naught. O Regan, she hath tied
    Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here!
    [Lays his hand on his heart.]
    I can scarce speak to thee. Thou'lt not believe
    With how deprav'd a quality- O Regan!
  • Regan. I am glad to see your Highness.

    Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what reason
    I have to think so. If thou shouldst not be glad,
    I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb,
    Sepulchring an adultress. [To Kent] O, are you free?
    Some other time for that.- Beloved Regan,
    Thy sister's naught. O Regan, she hath tied
    Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here!
    [Lays his hand on his heart.]
    I can scarce speak to thee. Thou'lt not believe
    With how deprav'd a quality- O Regan!

99 II / 4
  • Say, how is that?
  • Say, how is that?
  • Regan. I pray you, sir, take patience. I have hope
    You less know how to value her desert
    Than she to scant her duty.

    Lear. Say, how is that?

100 II / 4
  • My curses on her!
  • My curses on her!
  • Regan. I cannot think my sister in the least
    Would fail her obligation. If, sir, perchance
    She have restrain'd the riots of your followers,
    'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
    As clears her from all blame.

    Lear. My curses on her!

101 II / 4
  • Ask her forgiveness?
    Do you but mark how this becomes the house:
    'Dear d...
  • Ask her forgiveness?
    Do you but mark how this becomes the house:
    'Dear daughter, I confess that I am old. [Kneels.]
    Age is unnecessary. On my knees I beg
    That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.'
  • Regan. O, sir, you are old!
    Nature in you stands on the very verge
    Of her confine. You should be rul'd, and led
    By some discretion that discerns your state
    Better than you yourself. Therefore I pray you
    That to our sister you do make return;
    Say you have wrong'd her, sir.

    Lear. Ask her forgiveness?
    Do you but mark how this becomes the house:
    'Dear daughter, I confess that I am old. [Kneels.]
    Age is unnecessary. On my knees I beg
    That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.'

102 II / 4
  • [rises] Never, Regan!
    She hath abated me of half my train;
    Look'd black...
  • [rises] Never, Regan!
    She hath abated me of half my train;
    Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue,
    Most serpent-like, upon the very heart.
    All the stor'd vengeances of heaven fall
    On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,
    You taking airs, with lameness!
  • Regan. Good sir, no more! These are unsightly tricks.
    Return you to my sister.

    Lear. [rises] Never, Regan!
    She hath abated me of half my train;
    Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue,
    Most serpent-like, upon the very heart.
    All the stor'd vengeances of heaven fall
    On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,
    You taking airs, with lameness!

103 II / 4
  • You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
    Into her scornful eyes! Inf...
  • You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
    Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
    You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the pow'rful sun,
    To fall and blast her pride!
  • Duke of Cornwall. Fie, sir, fie!

    Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
    Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
    You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the pow'rful sun,
    To fall and blast her pride!

104 II / 4
  • No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse.
    Thy tender-hefted nature shall no...
  • No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse.
    Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give
    Thee o'er to harshness. Her eyes are fierce; but thine
    Do comfort, and not burn. 'Tis not in thee
    To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train,
    To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,
    And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
    Against my coming in. Thou better know'st
    The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
    Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude.
    Thy half o' th' kingdom hast thou not forgot,
    Wherein I thee endow'd.
  • Regan. O the blest gods! so will you wish on me
    When the rash mood is on.

    Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse.
    Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give
    Thee o'er to harshness. Her eyes are fierce; but thine
    Do comfort, and not burn. 'Tis not in thee
    To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train,
    To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,
    And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
    Against my coming in. Thou better know'st
    The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
    Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude.
    Thy half o' th' kingdom hast thou not forgot,
    Wherein I thee endow'd.

105 II / 4
  • Who put my man i' th' stocks?
  • Who put my man i' th' stocks?
  • Regan. Good sir, to th' purpose.

    Lear. Who put my man i' th' stocks?

106 II / 4
  • This is a slave, whose easy-borrowed pride
    Dwells in the fickle grace of her...
  • This is a slave, whose easy-borrowed pride
    Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
    Out, varlet, from my sight!
  • Regan. I know't- my sister's. This approves her letter,
    That she would soon be here.
    [Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
    Is your lady come?

    Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrowed pride
    Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
    Out, varlet, from my sight!

107 II / 4
  • Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope
    Thou didst not know on't.- W...
  • Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope
    Thou didst not know on't.- Who comes here? O heavens!
    If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
    Allow obedience- if yourselves are old,
    Make it your cause! Send down, and take my part!
    [To Goneril] Art not asham'd to look upon this beard?-
    O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?
  • Duke of Cornwall. What means your Grace?

    Lear. Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope
    Thou didst not know on't.- Who comes here? O heavens!
    If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
    Allow obedience- if yourselves are old,
    Make it your cause! Send down, and take my part!
    [To Goneril] Art not asham'd to look upon this beard?-
    O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?

108 II / 4
  • O sides, you are too tough!
    Will you yet hold? How came my man i' th' stocks...
  • O sides, you are too tough!
    Will you yet hold? How came my man i' th' stocks?
  • Goneril. Why not by th' hand, sir? How have I offended?
    All's not offence that indiscretion finds
    And dotage terms so.

    Lear. O sides, you are too tough!
    Will you yet hold? How came my man i' th' stocks?

109 II / 4
  • You? Did you?
  • You? Did you?
  • Duke of Cornwall. I set him there, sir; but his own disorders
    Deserv'd much less advancement.

    Lear. You? Did you?

110 II / 4
  • Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?
    No, rather I abjure all roofs, and c...
  • Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?
    No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
    To wage against the enmity o' th' air,
    To be a comrade with the wolf and owl-
    Necessity's sharp pinch! Return with her?
    Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took
    Our youngest born, I could as well be brought
    To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg
    To keep base life afoot. Return with her?
    Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter
    To this detested groom. [Points at Oswald.]
  • Regan. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.
    If, till the expiration of your month,
    You will return and sojourn with my sister,
    Dismissing half your train, come then to me.
    I am now from home, and out of that provision
    Which shall be needful for your entertainment.

    Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?
    No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
    To wage against the enmity o' th' air,
    To be a comrade with the wolf and owl-
    Necessity's sharp pinch! Return with her?
    Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took
    Our youngest born, I could as well be brought
    To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg
    To keep base life afoot. Return with her?
    Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter
    To this detested groom. [Points at Oswald.]

111 II / 4
  • I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad.
    I will not trouble thee, my child;...
  • I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad.
    I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell.
    We'll no more meet, no more see one another.
    But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;
    Or rather a disease that's in my flesh,
    Which I must needs call mine. Thou art a boil,
    A plague sore, an embossed carbuncle
    In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee.
    Let shame come when it will, I do not call it.
    I do not bid the Thunder-bearer shoot
    Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove.
    Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure;
    I can be patient, I can stay with Regan,
    I and my hundred knights.
  • Goneril. At your choice, sir.

    Lear. I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad.
    I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell.
    We'll no more meet, no more see one another.
    But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;
    Or rather a disease that's in my flesh,
    Which I must needs call mine. Thou art a boil,
    A plague sore, an embossed carbuncle
    In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee.
    Let shame come when it will, I do not call it.
    I do not bid the Thunder-bearer shoot
    Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove.
    Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure;
    I can be patient, I can stay with Regan,
    I and my hundred knights.

112 II / 4
  • Is this well spoken?
  • Is this well spoken?
  • Regan. Not altogether so.
    I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided
    For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister;
    For those that mingle reason with your passion
    Must be content to think you old, and so-
    But she knows what she does.

    Lear. Is this well spoken?

113 II / 4
  • I gave you all-
  • I gave you all-
  • Regan. Why not, my lord? If then they chanc'd to slack ye,
    We could control them. If you will come to me
    (For now I spy a danger), I entreat you
    To bring but five-and-twenty. To no more
    Will I give place or notice.

    Lear. I gave you all-

114 II / 4
  • Made you my guardians, my depositaries;
    But kept a reservation to be followe...
  • Made you my guardians, my depositaries;
    But kept a reservation to be followed
    With such a number. What, must I come to you
    With five-and-twenty, Regan? Said you so?
  • Regan. And in good time you gave it!

    Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries;
    But kept a reservation to be followed
    With such a number. What, must I come to you
    With five-and-twenty, Regan? Said you so?

115 II / 4
  • Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd
    When others are more wicked...
  • Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd
    When others are more wicked; not being the worst
    Stands in some rank of praise. [To Goneril] I'll go with thee.
    Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty,
    And thou art twice her love.
  • Regan. And speak't again my lord. No more with me.

    Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd
    When others are more wicked; not being the worst
    Stands in some rank of praise. [To Goneril] I'll go with thee.
    Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty,
    And thou art twice her love.

116 II / 4
  • O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
    Are in the poorest thing superflu...
  • O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
    Are in the poorest thing superfluous.
    Allow not nature more than nature needs,
    Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady:
    If only to go warm were gorgeous,
    Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st
    Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need-
    You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!
    You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
    As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
    If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts
    Against their father, fool me not so much
    To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
    And let not women's weapons, water drops,
    Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags!
    I will have such revenges on you both
    That all the world shall- I will do such things-
    What they are yet, I know not; but they shall be
    The terrors of the earth! You think I'll weep.
    No, I'll not weep.
    I have full cause of weeping, but this heart
    Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws
    Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad!
  • Regan. What need one?

    Lear. O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
    Are in the poorest thing superfluous.
    Allow not nature more than nature needs,
    Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady:
    If only to go warm were gorgeous,
    Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st
    Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need-
    You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!
    You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
    As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
    If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts
    Against their father, fool me not so much
    To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
    And let not women's weapons, water drops,
    Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags!
    I will have such revenges on you both
    That all the world shall- I will do such things-
    What they are yet, I know not; but they shall be
    The terrors of the earth! You think I'll weep.
    No, I'll not weep.
    I have full cause of weeping, but this heart
    Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws
    Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad!

117 III / 2
  • Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
    You cataracts and hurricanoe...
  • Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
    You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
    Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
    You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires,
    Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
    Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
    Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world,
    Crack Nature's moulds, all germains spill at once,
    That makes ingrateful man!
  • Earl of Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet:
    That, when we have found the King (in which your pain
    That way, I'll this), he that first lights on him
    Holla the other.

    Lear. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
    You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
    Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
    You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires,
    Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
    Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
    Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world,
    Crack Nature's moulds, all germains spill at once,
    That makes ingrateful man!

118 III / 2
  • Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
    Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire...
  • Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
    Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.
    I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.
    I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
    You owe me no subscription. Then let fall
    Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave,
    A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
    But yet I call you servile ministers,
    That will with two pernicious daughters join
    Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head
    So old and white as this! O! O! 'tis foul!
  • Fool. O nuncle, court holy water in a dry house is better than this
    rain water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters
    blessing! Here's a night pities nether wise men nor fools.

    Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
    Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.
    I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.
    I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
    You owe me no subscription. Then let fall
    Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave,
    A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
    But yet I call you servile ministers,
    That will with two pernicious daughters join
    Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head
    So old and white as this! O! O! 'tis foul!

119 III / 2
  • No, I will be the pattern of all patience;
    I will say nothing.
  • No, I will be the pattern of all patience;
    I will say nothing.
  • Fool. He that has a house to put 's head in has a good head-piece.
    The codpiece that will house
    Before the head has any,
    The head and he shall louse:
    So beggars marry many.
    The man that makes his toe
    What he his heart should make
    Shall of a corn cry woe,
    And turn his sleep to wake.
    For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a
    glass.

    Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience;
    I will say nothing.

120 III / 2
  • Let the great gods,
    That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads,
    Find...
  • Let the great gods,
    That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads,
    Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,
    That hast within thee undivulged crimes
    Unwhipp'd of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand;
    Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue
    That art incestuous. Caitiff, in pieces shake
    That under covert and convenient seeming
    Hast practis'd on man's life. Close pent-up guilts,
    Rive your concealing continents, and cry
    These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man
    More sinn'd against than sinning.
  • Earl of Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? Things that love night
    Love not such nights as these. The wrathful skies
    Gallow the very wanderers of the dark
    And make them keep their caves. Since I was man,
    Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
    Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
    Remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry
    Th' affliction nor the fear.

    Lear. Let the great gods,
    That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads,
    Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,
    That hast within thee undivulged crimes
    Unwhipp'd of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand;
    Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue
    That art incestuous. Caitiff, in pieces shake
    That under covert and convenient seeming
    Hast practis'd on man's life. Close pent-up guilts,
    Rive your concealing continents, and cry
    These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man
    More sinn'd against than sinning.

121 III / 2
  • My wits begin to turn.
    Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?
    I am...
  • My wits begin to turn.
    Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?
    I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
    The art of our necessities is strange,
    That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.
    Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
    That's sorry yet for thee.
  • Earl of Kent. Alack, bareheaded?
    Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
    Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest.
    Repose you there, whilst I to this hard house
    (More harder than the stones whereof 'tis rais'd,
    Which even but now, demanding after you,
    Denied me to come in) return, and force
    Their scanted courtesy.

    Lear. My wits begin to turn.
    Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?
    I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
    The art of our necessities is strange,
    That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.
    Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
    That's sorry yet for thee.

122 III / 2
  • True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this hovel.
  • True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this hovel.
  • Fool. [sings]
    He that has and a little tiny wit-
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain-
    Must make content with his fortunes fit,
    For the rain it raineth every day.

    Lear. True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this hovel.

123 III / 4
  • Let me alone.
  • Let me alone.
  • Earl of Kent. Here is the place, my lord. Good my lord, enter.
    The tyranny of the open night 's too rough
    For nature to endure.

    Lear. Let me alone.

124 III / 4
  • Wilt break my heart?
  • Wilt break my heart?
  • Earl of Kent. Good my lord, enter here.

    Lear. Wilt break my heart?

125 III / 4
  • Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm
    Invades us to the skin....
  • Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm
    Invades us to the skin. So 'tis to thee;
    But where the greater malady is fix'd,
    The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear;
    But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea,
    Thou'dst meet the bear i' th' mouth. When the mind's free,
    The body's delicate. The tempest in my mind
    Doth from my senses take all feeling else
    Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude!
    Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand
    For lifting food to't? But I will punish home!
    No, I will weep no more. In such a night
    To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure.
    In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril!
    Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all!
    O, that way madness lies; let me shun that!
    No more of that.
  • Earl of Kent. I had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter.

    Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm
    Invades us to the skin. So 'tis to thee;
    But where the greater malady is fix'd,
    The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear;
    But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea,
    Thou'dst meet the bear i' th' mouth. When the mind's free,
    The body's delicate. The tempest in my mind
    Doth from my senses take all feeling else
    Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude!
    Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand
    For lifting food to't? But I will punish home!
    No, I will weep no more. In such a night
    To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure.
    In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril!
    Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all!
    O, that way madness lies; let me shun that!
    No more of that.

126 III / 4
  • Prithee go in thyself; seek thine own ease.
    This tempest will not give me le...
  • 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.
  • Earl of Kent. Good my lord, enter here.

    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.

127 III / 4
  • Hast thou given all to thy two daughters, and art thou come
    to this?
  • Hast thou given all to thy two daughters, and art thou come
    to this?
  • Edgar. Away! the foul fiend follows me! Through the sharp hawthorn
    blows the cold wind. Humh! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

    Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters, and art thou come
    to this?

128 III / 4
  • What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?
    Couldst thou save nothing...
  • What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?
    Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give 'em all?
  • 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!

    Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?
    Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give 'em all?

129 III / 4
  • Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air
    Hang fated o'er men's faults l...
  • Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air
    Hang fated o'er men's faults light on thy daughters!
  • Fool. Nay, he reserv'd a blanket, else we had been all sham'd.

    Lear. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air
    Hang fated o'er men's faults light on thy daughters!

130 III / 4
  • Death, traitor! nothing could have subdu'd nature
    To such a lowness but his...
  • 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.
  • Earl of Kent. He hath no daughters, sir.

    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.

131 III / 4
  • What hast thou been?
  • What hast thou been?
  • 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.

    Lear. What hast thou been?

132 III / 4
  • Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy
    uncover'd body th...
  • Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy
    uncover'd body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than
    this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast
    no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! Here's three
    on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself;
    unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked
    animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! Come, unbutton
    here.
  • 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.

    Lear. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy
    uncover'd body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than
    this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast
    no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! Here's three
    on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself;
    unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked
    animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! Come, unbutton
    here.

133 III / 4
  • What's he?
  • What's he?
  • Earl of Kent. How fares your Grace?

    Lear. What's he?

134 III / 4
  • First let me talk with this philosopher.
    What is the cause of thunder?
  • First let me talk with this philosopher.
    What is the cause of thunder?
  • Earl of Gloucester. Go in with me. My duty cannot suffer
    T' obey in all your daughters' hard commands.
    Though their injunction be to bar my doors
    And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,
    Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out
    And bring you where both fire and food is ready.

    Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher.
    What is the cause of thunder?

135 III / 4
  • I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
    What is your study?
  • I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
    What is your study?
  • Earl of Kent. Good my lord, take his offer; go into th' house.

    Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
    What is your study?

136 III / 4
  • Let me ask you one word in private.
  • Let me ask you one word in private.
  • Edgar. How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin.

    Lear. Let me ask you one word in private.

137 III / 4
  • O, cry you mercy, sir.
    Noble philosopher, your company.
  • O, cry you mercy, sir.
    Noble philosopher, your company.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Canst thou blame him? [Storm still.]
    His daughters seek his death. Ah, that good Kent!
    He said it would be thus- poor banish'd man!
    Thou say'st the King grows mad: I'll tell thee, friend,
    I am almost mad myself. I had a son,
    Now outlaw'd from my blood. He sought my life
    But lately, very late. I lov'd him, friend-
    No father his son dearer. True to tell thee,
    The grief hath craz'd my wits. What a night 's this!
    I do beseech your Grace-

    Lear. O, cry you mercy, sir.
    Noble philosopher, your company.

138 III / 4
  • Come, let's in all.
  • Come, let's in all.
  • Earl of Gloucester. In, fellow, there, into th' hovel; keep thee warm.

    Lear. Come, let's in all.

139 III / 4
  • With him!
    I will keep still with my philosopher.
  • With him!
    I will keep still with my philosopher.
  • Earl of Kent. This way, my lord.

    Lear. With him!
    I will keep still with my philosopher.

140 III / 4
  • Come, good Athenian.
  • Come, good Athenian.
  • Earl of Kent. Sirrah, come on; go along with us.

    Lear. Come, good Athenian.

141 III / 6
  • A king, a king!
  • A king, a king!
  • Fool. Prithee, nuncle, tell me whether a madman be a gentleman or a
    yeoman.

    Lear. A king, a king!

142 III / 6
  • To have a thousand with red burning spits
    Come hizzing in upon 'em-
  • To have a thousand with red burning spits
    Come hizzing in upon 'em-
  • Fool. No, he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son; for he's a
    mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him.

    Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits
    Come hizzing in upon 'em-

143 III / 6
  • It shall be done; I will arraign them straight.
    [To Edgar] Come, sit thou he...
  • 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!
  • Fool. He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's
    health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

    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!

144 III / 6
  • I'll see their trial first. Bring in their evidence.
    [To Edgar] Thou, robed...
  • 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.
  • Earl of Kent. How do you, sir? Stand you not so amaz'd.
    Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?

    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.

145 III / 6
  • Arraign her first. 'Tis Goneril. I here take my oath before
    this honourable...
  • Arraign her first. 'Tis Goneril. I here take my oath before
    this honourable assembly, she kicked the poor King her father.
  • 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.

    Lear. Arraign her first. 'Tis Goneril. I here take my oath before
    this honourable assembly, she kicked the poor King her father.

146 III / 6
  • She cannot deny it.
  • She cannot deny it.
  • Fool. Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?

    Lear. She cannot deny it.

147 III / 6
  • And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim
    What store her heart is made...
  • 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?
  • Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.

    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?

148 III / 6
  • The little dogs and all,
    Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me....
  • The little dogs and all,
    Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
  • Edgar. [aside] My tears begin to take his part so much
    They'll mar my counterfeiting.

    Lear. The little dogs and all,
    Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.

149 III / 6
  • Then let them anatomize Regan. See what breeds about her
    heart. Is there any...
  • Then let them anatomize Regan. See what breeds about her
    heart. Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard
    hearts? [To Edgar] You, sir- I entertain you for one of my
    hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your garments. You'll
    say they are Persian attire; but let them be chang'd.
  • 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.

    Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan. See what breeds about her
    heart. Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard
    hearts? [To Edgar] You, sir- I entertain you for one of my
    hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your garments. You'll
    say they are Persian attire; but let them be chang'd.

150 III / 6
  • Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains.
    So, so, so. We'll go to sup...
  • Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains.
    So, so, so. We'll go to supper i' th' morning. So, so, so.
  • Earl of Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.

    Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains.
    So, so, so. We'll go to supper i' th' morning. So, so, so.

151 IV / 6
  • No, they cannot touch me for coming;
    I am the King himself.
  • No, they cannot touch me for coming;
    I am the King himself.
  • 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.

    Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coming;
    I am the King himself.

152 IV / 6
  • Nature 's above art in that respect. There's your press
    money. That fellow h...
  • 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. O thou side-piercing sight!

    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.

153 IV / 6
  • Pass.
  • Pass.
  • Edgar. Sweet marjoram.

    Lear. Pass.

154 IV / 6
  • Ha! Goneril with a white beard? They flatter'd me like a dog,
    and told me I...
  • Ha! Goneril with a white beard? They flatter'd me like a dog,
    and told me I had white hairs in my beard ere the black ones
    were there. To say 'ay' and 'no' to everything I said! 'Ay' and
    'no' too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me
    once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would
    not peace at my bidding; there I found 'em, there I smelt 'em
    out. Go to, they are not men o' their words! They told me I was
    everything. 'Tis a lie- I am not ague-proof.
  • Earl of Gloucester. I know that voice.

    Lear. Ha! Goneril with a white beard? They flatter'd me like a dog,
    and told me I had white hairs in my beard ere the black ones
    were there. To say 'ay' and 'no' to everything I said! 'Ay' and
    'no' too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me
    once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would
    not peace at my bidding; there I found 'em, there I smelt 'em
    out. Go to, they are not men o' their words! They told me I was
    everything. 'Tis a lie- I am not ague-proof.

155 IV / 6
  • Ay, every inch a king!
    When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.
    I pa...
  • Ay, every inch a king!
    When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.
    I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause?
    Adultery?
    Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery? No.
    The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly
    Does lecher in my sight.
    Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son
    Was kinder to his father than my daughters
    Got 'tween the lawful sheets.
    To't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers.
    Behold yond simp'ring dame,
    Whose face between her forks presageth snow,
    That minces virtue, and does shake the head
    To hear of pleasure's name.
    The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't
    With a more riotous appetite.
    Down from the waist they are Centaurs,
    Though women all above.
    But to the girdle do the gods inherit,
    Beneath is all the fiend's.
    There's hell, there's darkness, there's the sulphurous pit;
    burning, scalding, stench, consumption. Fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
    Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my
    imagination. There's money for thee.
  • Earl of Gloucester. The trick of that voice I do well remember.
    Is't not the King?

    Lear. Ay, every inch a king!
    When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.
    I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause?
    Adultery?
    Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery? No.
    The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly
    Does lecher in my sight.
    Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son
    Was kinder to his father than my daughters
    Got 'tween the lawful sheets.
    To't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers.
    Behold yond simp'ring dame,
    Whose face between her forks presageth snow,
    That minces virtue, and does shake the head
    To hear of pleasure's name.
    The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't
    With a more riotous appetite.
    Down from the waist they are Centaurs,
    Though women all above.
    But to the girdle do the gods inherit,
    Beneath is all the fiend's.
    There's hell, there's darkness, there's the sulphurous pit;
    burning, scalding, stench, consumption. Fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
    Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my
    imagination. There's money for thee.

156 IV / 6
  • Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
  • Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
  • Earl of Gloucester. O, let me kiss that hand!

    Lear. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

157 IV / 6
  • I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny at me?
    No, do thy worst,...
  • I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny at me?
    No, do thy worst, blind Cupid! I'll not love. Read thou this
    challenge; mark but the penning of it.
  • Earl of Gloucester. O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world
    Shall so wear out to naught. Dost thou know me?

    Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny at me?
    No, do thy worst, blind Cupid! I'll not love. Read thou this
    challenge; mark but the penning of it.

158 IV / 6
  • Read.
  • Read.
  • Edgar. [aside] I would not take this from report. It is,
    And my heart breaks at it.

    Lear. Read.

159 IV / 6
  • O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor no
    money in your pur...
  • O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor no
    money in your purse? Your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse
    in a light. Yet you see how this world goes.
  • Earl of Gloucester. What, with the case of eyes?

    Lear. O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor no
    money in your purse? Your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse
    in a light. Yet you see how this world goes.

160 IV / 6
  • What, art mad? A man may see how the world goes with no eyes.
    Look with thin...
  • What, art mad? A man may see how the world goes with no eyes.
    Look with thine ears. See how yond justice rails upon yond
    simple thief. Hark in thine ear. Change places and, handy-dandy,
    which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou hast seen a
    farmer's dog bark at a beggar?
  • Earl of Gloucester. I see it feelingly.

    Lear. What, art mad? A man may see how the world goes with no eyes.
    Look with thine ears. See how yond justice rails upon yond
    simple thief. Hark in thine ear. Change places and, handy-dandy,
    which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou hast seen a
    farmer's dog bark at a beggar?

161 IV / 6
  • And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst behold
    the great image...
  • 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.
  • Earl of Gloucester. Ay, sir.

    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.

162 IV / 6
  • If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
    I know thee well enough; thy na...
  • If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
    I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester.
    Thou must be patient. We came crying hither;
    Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air
    We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee. Mark.
  • Edgar. O, matter and impertinency mix'd!
    Reason, in madness!

    Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
    I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester.
    Thou must be patient. We came crying hither;
    Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air
    We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee. Mark.

163 IV / 6
  • When we are born, we cry that we are come
    To this great stage of fools. This...
  • When we are born, we cry that we are come
    To this great stage of fools. This' a good block.
    It were a delicate stratagem to shoe
    A troop of horse with felt. I'll put't in proof,
    And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law,
    Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
  • Earl of Gloucester. Alack, alack the day!

    Lear. When we are born, we cry that we are come
    To this great stage of fools. This' a good block.
    It were a delicate stratagem to shoe
    A troop of horse with felt. I'll put't in proof,
    And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law,
    Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

164 IV / 6
  • No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
    The natural fool of fortune. Use me w...
  • No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
    The natural fool of fortune. Use me well;
    You shall have ransom. Let me have a surgeon;
    I am cut to th' brains.
  • Gentleman. O, here he is! Lay hand upon him.- Sir,
    Your most dear daughter-

    Lear. No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
    The natural fool of fortune. Use me well;
    You shall have ransom. Let me have a surgeon;
    I am cut to th' brains.

165 IV / 6
  • No seconds? All myself?
    Why, this would make a man a man of salt,
    To use...
  • No seconds? All myself?
    Why, this would make a man a man of salt,
    To use his eyes for garden waterpots,
    Ay, and laying autumn's dust.
  • Gentleman. You shall have anything.

    Lear. No seconds? All myself?
    Why, this would make a man a man of salt,
    To use his eyes for garden waterpots,
    Ay, and laying autumn's dust.

166 IV / 6
  • I will die bravely, like a smug bridegroom. What!
    I will be jovial. Come, co...
  • I will die bravely, like a smug bridegroom. What!
    I will be jovial. Come, come, I am a king;
    My masters, know you that?
  • Gentleman. Good sir-

    Lear. I will die bravely, like a smug bridegroom. What!
    I will be jovial. Come, come, I am a king;
    My masters, know you that?

167 IV / 6
  • Then there's life in't. Nay, an you get it, you shall get it
    by running. Sa,...
  • Then there's life in't. Nay, an you get it, you shall get it
    by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa!
  • Gentleman. You are a royal one, and we obey you.

    Lear. Then there's life in't. Nay, an you get it, you shall get it
    by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa!

168 IV / 7
  • You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave.
    Thou art a soul in bliss; but I...
  • You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave.
    Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
    Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
    Do scald like molten lead.
  • Cordelia. How does my royal lord? How fares your Majesty?

    Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave.
    Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
    Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
    Do scald like molten lead.

169 IV / 7
  • You are a spirit, I know. When did you die?
  • You are a spirit, I know. When did you die?
  • Cordelia. Sir, do you know me?

    Lear. You are a spirit, I know. When did you die?

170 IV / 7
  • Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight,
    I am mightily abus'd. I should...
  • Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight,
    I am mightily abus'd. I should e'en die with pity,
    To see another thus. I know not what to say.
    I will not swear these are my hands. Let's see.
    I feel this pin prick. Would I were assur'd
    Of my condition!
  • Doctor. He's scarce awake. Let him alone awhile.

    Lear. Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight,
    I am mightily abus'd. I should e'en die with pity,
    To see another thus. I know not what to say.
    I will not swear these are my hands. Let's see.
    I feel this pin prick. Would I were assur'd
    Of my condition!

171 IV / 7
  • Pray, do not mock me.
    I am a very foolish fond old man,
    Fourscore and up...
  • Pray, do not mock me.
    I am a very foolish fond old man,
    Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less;
    And, to deal plainly,
    I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
    Methinks I should know you, and know this man;
    Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant
    What place this is; and all the skill I have
    Remembers not these garments; nor I know not
    Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me;
    For (as I am a man) I think this lady
    To be my child Cordelia.
  • Cordelia. O, look upon me, sir,
    And hold your hands in benediction o'er me.
    No, sir, you must not kneel.

    Lear. Pray, do not mock me.
    I am a very foolish fond old man,
    Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less;
    And, to deal plainly,
    I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
    Methinks I should know you, and know this man;
    Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant
    What place this is; and all the skill I have
    Remembers not these garments; nor I know not
    Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me;
    For (as I am a man) I think this lady
    To be my child Cordelia.

172 IV / 7
  • Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray weep not.
    If you have poison for me, I...
  • Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray weep not.
    If you have poison for me, I will drink it.
    I know you do not love me; for your sisters
    Have, as I do remember, done me wrong.
    You have some cause, they have not.
  • Cordelia. And so I am! I am!

    Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray weep not.
    If you have poison for me, I will drink it.
    I know you do not love me; for your sisters
    Have, as I do remember, done me wrong.
    You have some cause, they have not.

173 IV / 7
  • Am I in France?
  • Am I in France?
  • Cordelia. No cause, no cause.

    Lear. Am I in France?

174 IV / 7
  • Do not abuse me.
  • Do not abuse me.
  • Earl of Kent. In your own kingdom, sir.

    Lear. Do not abuse me.

175 IV / 7
  • You must bear with me.
    Pray you now, forget and forgive. I am old and foolis...
  • You must bear with me.
    Pray you now, forget and forgive. I am old and foolish.
  • Cordelia. Will't please your Highness walk?

    Lear. You must bear with me.
    Pray you now, forget and forgive. I am old and foolish.

176 V / 3
  • No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison.
    We two alone will sing like bird...
  • No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison.
    We two alone will sing like birds i' th' 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 th' moon.
  • Cordelia. 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 outfrown false Fortune's frown.
    Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters?

    Lear. No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison.
    We two alone will sing like birds i' th' 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 th' moon.

177 V / 3
  • Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
    The gods themselves throw incense. Have I...
  • 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 'em, flesh and fell,
    Ere they shall make us weep! We'll see 'em starv'd first.
    Come. Exeunt [Lear and Cordelia, guarded].
  • Edmund. Take them away.

    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 'em, flesh and fell,
    Ere they shall make us weep! We'll see 'em starv'd first.
    Come. Exeunt [Lear and Cordelia, guarded].

178 V / 3
  • Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stone.
    Had I your tongues and eyes...
  • 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.
  • Duke of Albany. The gods defend her! Bear him hence awhile.

    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.

179 V / 3
  • This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so,
    It is a chance which does redeem...
  • This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so,
    It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows
    That ever I have felt.
  • Duke of Albany. Fall and cease!

    Lear. This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so,
    It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows
    That ever I have felt.

180 V / 3
  • Prithee away!
  • Prithee away!
  • Earl of Kent. O my good master!

    Lear. Prithee away!

181 V / 3
  • A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!
    I might have sav'd her; now she'...
  • 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.
  • Edgar. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend.

    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.

182 V / 3
  • Did I not, fellow?
    I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion
    I w...
  • 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' th' best. I'll tell you straight.
  • Captain. 'Tis true, my lords, he did.

    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' th' best. I'll tell you straight.

183 V / 3
  • This' a dull sight. Are you not Kent?
  • This' a dull sight. Are you not Kent?
  • Earl of Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated,
    One of them we behold.

    Lear. This' a dull sight. Are you not Kent?

184 V / 3
  • He's a good fellow, I can tell you that.
    He'll strike, and quickly too. He's...
  • He's a good fellow, I can tell you that.
    He'll strike, and quickly too. He's dead and rotten.
  • Earl of Kent. The same-
    Your servant Kent. Where is your servant Caius?

    Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that.
    He'll strike, and quickly too. He's dead and rotten.

185 V / 3
  • I'll see that straight.
  • I'll see that straight.
  • Earl of Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very man-

    Lear. I'll see that straight.

186 V / 3
  • You're welcome hither.
  • You're welcome hither.
  • Earl of Kent. That from your first of difference and decay
    Have followed your sad steps.

    Lear. You're welcome hither.

187 V / 3
  • Ay, so I think.
  • Ay, so I think.
  • Earl of Kent. Nor no man else! All's cheerless, dark, and deadly.
    Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves,
    And desperately are dead.

    Lear. Ay, so I think.

188 V / 3
  • And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!
    Why should a dog, a horse, a ra...
  • 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.
  • Duke of Albany. 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
    rights;
    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!

    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.

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