Q1_scene/19: n="19" _ty____________p__________e="sc______________________e____n_______________e"> Ent__________e________r_ __R_e_______g_a_n_ _a_______________n________d_ __St____e_w_ard. __Bu_t_ __a__r_________ F1_scene/19: n="5_">Enter Gloucester, and Edgar. When shall I come to the top of that same hill?_ You do climbe up it now. Look how we labor. Methinks the ground is even. Horrible steepe._ Hearke, do you hear the Q1_scene/19: ___e_ ______my_ ________b___r________________ot_____h_______e______________r_s_ p___ow________________e________rs __s__________________________________________________________________e___t_ __forth? F1_scene/19: Sea? No truly. Why then your other Senses grow imperfect By your eyes anguish. So may it be indeed. Methinks thy voyce is alter'd, and thou speak'st In better phrase, and matter than thou dids_t_._ Q1_scene/19: A_y_________________e_ _________M_____a______d_a________________m. ___Hi___m__s______e__________l____________f_ ___________________________________________________________in_ _p__ers_o______________n F1_scene/19: You are much deceiu'd: In nothing am I chang'd But in my Garments._ Methinks you are better spoken. Come on Sir, Here is the place: stand still: how fearefull And dizie it is, to cast ones eyes so low Q1_scene/19: ? _________M_a_d_a______m_ w________________________________________i___t______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ F1_scene/19: ,_ The Crowes and Choughes, that wing the midway ayre Shew scarse so grosse as Beetles. Half way down Hangs one that gathers Sampire: dreadfull Trade: Methinks he seemes no bigger than his head. The F Q1_scene/19: _______h_ ________________mu_______________________________c____________________________________________________________h_ _ad_____________________________o, y____________o_u__r_ s__________i__s_t____ F1_scene/19: ishermen, that walk'd upon the beach Appeare like Mice: and yond tall Anchoring Barke, Diminish'd to her Cocke: her Cocke, a Buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring Surge, That on the vnnumbred Q1_scene/19: ___________________________________e_r __is___ t______________he_ b_e___tt_______e____r_ sol__________d_____________________i____e___r. ____________L___o_r__d_ ______Ed_mun____d_ s_p____a_________k__ F1_scene/19: idle Pebble chafes Cannot be heard so high. I will look no more, Least my braine turne, an_d the deficient sight Topple down headlong._ Set me where you stand. Give me your hand: You are now within a Q1_scene/19: _______________________________________________e _______________________n_____ot_ w_____________________________________i___t_______h___ y__________ou___r__ ___________La__dy_ _a____t_ ________h______ F1_scene/19: foote of the extreme Verge: For all beneath the Moone would I not leape upright. Let go my hand: Here Friend is another purse: in it, a Iewell Well worth a poore mans taking. Fayries, and Gods Prospe Q1_scene/19: o______m_______________________________________________________________________e. ______________No_ __Mada__m. W____________ha_t_ __m______________________________igh_t_ _______i___m_p__ort___ _____ F1_scene/19: r it with thee. Go thou further off, Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going._ Now fare ye well, good_ Sir._ With all my heart. Why I do trifle thus with his dispaire, Is done to cure it_. O you m Q1_scene/19: ________my_ _______s________________________________________________i____st_______________________________________________ers_ ___________________________l_e__tt______e________________rs_ _t______o_ _ F1_scene/19: ighty Gods! This world I do renounce, and in your sights Shake patiently my great affliction off: If I could beare it longer_, and not fall To quarrell with your great opposelesse willes, My snuffe, a Q1_scene/19: ____________________h________________________i__m? ____________I___ ___________know ___not_ La__________dy. _________________F_____a__________________________________________i___t_______h_ _________ F1_scene/19: nd loathed part of Nature should Burne itself out. _If Edgar live, O blesse him: Now Fellow, fare thee well._ Gone Sir, farewell: And yet I know not how conceit may rob The Treasury of life, when life Q1_scene/19: _______________________h________________________________e_ __________________________i_s_ p_osted_ _h_______ence_ ____o_n_ _s________eri_ou___s_ _m____a__tt________________________________e____r, ___ F1_scene/19: itself Yeelds to the Theft. Had he been where he thought, By this had thought been past. Aliu_e_, or dead? Hoa_, you Sir: Friend, hear you Sir, speak: Thus might he passe indeed: yet he reuiues._ Wha Q1_scene/19: _____i__t __w____as_ __________________g______r_________________________________e__a__t__ _____________i__g___nor_a_______nce, __________________________________G________lost________________e_________ F1_scene/19: t are you Sir? Away, and let me dye. Hadst thou been aught But Gozemore, Feathers, Ayre, (So many fathome down precipitating_) Thou hadst shiuer'd like an Egge: but thou dost breath: Hast heauy substa Q1_scene/19: _rs_ _____e_ye__s_ b__e_ing_ _____ou_t T_o ____l______et_ __________________________________h____________________i_m_ ____l_________i_v___e, wh_______________e_r____________e_ _______________________ F1_scene/19: nce, bleed'st not, speak'st, art sound, Ten Masts at each, make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell, Thy life is a Myracle. Speak yet again. But have I falne, or no? From the dread S Q1_scene/19: ___________________he a___r______i_u_______es_ ______________h______________________________e_ mou___________e_________s ___All___ ____________________________________________________________________ F1_scene/19: omnet of this Chalkie Bourne Look up a height, the shrill-gorg'd Larke so far Cannot be seene, o_r heard: Do but look up. Alack_, I have no eyes: Is wretchednesse depriu'd that benefit To end itself b Q1_scene/19: _______________________h_a____rts_ a_______________g__a_________i____nst u__s, ____a________________n_____d_ _______n_______ow_ _I_ _t_hi_n_____k_ _____i_______s _______g_____o_ne I______n_ ____p____ F1_scene/19: y death? It was yet some comfort_, When misery could beguile the Tyrants rage, And frustrate his proud will. Give me your arme. up, so: How is it? Feele you your Legges? You stand. Too well, too well. Q1_scene/19: __________________i__t_______ie_ _____________o______________f_ _________________________________h___i__s___ _______mi______s___________________________e_ry_ __t_____o d____________i_s____________p___ F1_scene/19: This is above all strangenesse, upon the crowne of the Cliffe. What thing was that Which parted from you? A poore vnfortunate Beggar. As I stood here below, methought his eyes Were two full Moones: h Q1_scene/19: _______a____t___c____________________h_ ___________________________________________________________________________his_ n___________i_____g_h_t__e_d_ __________________________________l________i______ F1_scene/19: e had a thousand Noses, Hornes wealk'd, and waued like the enraged Sea: It was some Fiend: Therefore thou happy Father, Think that the cleerest Gods, who make them Honors Of mens Impossibilities, have Q1_scene/19: _______f______e, ______________Mor_______e_ou____________________e___r_ t______________________________o_ di_s________crie_ t_______________h_____e___ st_r______e_n_________gt_h_ ______o_____________ F1_scene/19: preserued thee._ I do remember now: henceforth I will beare Affliction, till it do cry out itself Enough, enough, and dye_. That thing you speak of, I t_ooke it for a man: often it would say The Fie Q1_scene/19: _f_ th_______________________________e_ ________________ar__________m_y. _________I_ must __n_______________________________________________________eed________s_ ___a______f_______t__________e____r__ F1_scene/19: nd, the Fiend, he led me to that place. Beare free and patient thoughts._ Enter Lear. But_ who comes here? The safer sense will ne're accommodate His Master thus. No, they cannot touch me for crying. Q1_scene/19: _ ________________________________h____________im_ wi__t______________________________h_ ________________________my_ __________l_________________________e_tt_________________________________________e_ F1_scene/19: I am the King himself. O thou side-piercing sight! Nature is above Art, in that respect. There is your Presse-money. That fellow handles his bow, like a Crow-keeper: draw me a Cloathiers yard. Look, l Q1_scene/19: _rs__ _Ou_r_ troop__________e_ ___s_________________________________ets_ _____________f_ort__h___ to__mo_rr__ow st_____a_y_ _w____________________________________________________________________i__t_ F1_scene/19: ook, a Mouse: p____eace, peace, this peece of toasted Cheese will do it_. There is my Gaunt_let, I will proue it on a Gyant. Bring up the browne Billes. O well flowne Bird: in the clout, in the clout: Q1_scene/19: ____________________h_ _u___________s, ___T_____________________________________________h_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ F1_scene/19: Hewgh. Give the word. Sweet Mariorum.__ Passe. I know that voice. Ha! Gonerill with a white beard? They flatter'd me like a Dogge, and told me I had the white hayres in my Beard, ere the blacke ones Q1_scene/19: _________e_ _w_____ay______e_s_ ___a____r____________________e_ __da_________________n________________________g__________________________________________________e_rous. _____________________________ F1_scene/19: were there. To say aye, and no, to everything that I said: Aye, and no too, was no good Diuinity. When the raine came to wet me once, and the winde to make me chatter_: __when the Thunder would not pe Q1_scene/19: ____________________________________I_ _________________ma__y_ n_o_t_ ___M_a_da_______________________________m___e__, ____________my_ ____L__ad_y___ __c_______________________________________________ F1_scene/19: ace at my bidding, there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men of their words; they told me, I was everything: It is a Lye, I am not Agu-proofe. The tricke of that voyce, I do Q1_scene/19: ________________________________h_______a___r____________________________g_'_________________________d___ ___________________my_ _____________________du____t_______________i___e_ _________i_________n_ F1_scene/19: well remember: Is it not the King? Aye, every inch a King. When I do stare, see how the Subiect quakes. I pardon that mans life. What was thy cause? Adultery? thou shalt not dye: dye for Adultery? No, Q1_scene/19: t____________h___is ___bus__________________________________________________i________________________________________________________n_________ess. W__________________hy_ _s_______________________ F1_scene/19: the Wren goes to it, _and t_he small gilded Fly Does letcher in my sight. Let Copulation thriue: For Glousters bastard Son was kinder to his Father_,_ Than my Daughters got 'tweene the lawfull sheets Q1_scene/19: _h______o____u________ld_ __s_______________________________________h____e_ w__r__________________________________i___t____________e ____to_ _________________________________Ed___m__u___n__d? mi__g___ F1_scene/19: . To it Luxury pell-mell, for I lacke Souldiers. Behold yond simpring Dame, whose face between her Forkes presages Snow; that minces Vertue, and does shake the head to hear of pleasures name. The Fitc Q1_scene/19: _ht_ _______________________________n_o_t__ y_________________o_u __T______________r____________a__nsport_ _______________h__e__r_ p_u_rpos_________________________e__s_ _______________________by_ w_ F1_scene/19: hew, nor the soyled Horse goes to it with a more riotous appetite: Down from the waste they are Centaures_, though Women all above: but to the Girdle do the Gods inherit, beneath is all the Fiends. Th Q1_scene/19: or________d, b______________________________e_____________l__i____k__________________e ____S____om___________________e_ t___________________________________________h__________________________________ F1_scene/19: ere is hell, there is darkenes, there is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench, consumption: Fye, fie, fie; pah, pah: Give me an Ounce of Ciuet; good Apothecary sweeten my immagination: There Q1_scene/19: __i__________n__g__, _____________________I_ ________________know_ ______________n_____o_t___ _w_h_____________a___t, ____________________________________________i_ ___w_______________________________ F1_scene/19: is money for thee. O let me kisse that hand. Let me wipe it first, It smelles of Mortality. O ruin'd peece of Nature, this great world Shall so weare out to naught. Dost thou know me? I remember thine Q1_scene/19: ___________i___ll_ l_____________ov_________e_ ___________t____h______ee___ __________mu________c_______________________________________________h, __L___________e___________t___ __________m_e___ __v_ F1_scene/19: eyes well enough: dost thou squiny at me? No, do thy worst blinde Cupid, I will not love. Reade thou this challenge, marke but the penning of it._ Were all thy Letters Sunnes, I could not see. I woul Q1_scene/19: _____ns__ea______________le_ _t_he_ _____l___ett____________er. M____a_________________________d___a_m_ __________________________________________I_ w___________________o__u______l___________________ F1_scene/19: d not take this from report, It is, and my heart breakes at it._ Read. What with the Case of eyes? O ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor no mony in your purse? Your eyes are in a heau Q1_scene/19: _____d_ ___ra___t___h______er_ _~~ __________________________I___ ___________k_now_ y_our_ ____L_________a_dy ____d___________o____es_ ________n_ot_ __________________________________________________ F1_scene/19: y case, your purse in a light, yet _you see how this world goes. I see it feelingly. What_, art mad? A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine eares: See how yond Iustice railes Q1_scene/19: l________________ov____e_ _____________h____________________________________er_ _________________________________________________h_u_s___b____a____n________________________________d _________________ F1_scene/19: upon yond simple theefe. Hearke in thine eare: Change places, and handy-dandy, which is the Iustice, which is the theefe: Thou hast seene a Farmers dogge barke at a Beggar? Aye Sir. And the Creature Q1_scene/19: ________________________________________________________________________I___ _________________________a___m_ sur________________________________e_ ___________________________________________o____f_ __ F1_scene/19: run from the Cur: there thou mightst behold the great image of Authoritie, a Dogg is obey'd in Office. Thou, Rascall Beadle, hold thy bloody hand: why dost thou lash that Whore? Strip thy own back, th Q1_scene/19: ___________________t___________________________________________________________________h_a_____t, a_____________n________________________________________d_ ____a__t__ ________h___e_r_ ________________ F1_scene/19: ou hotly lusts to vse her in that kind, for which thou whip'st her. The Vsurer hangs the Cozener. Thorough tatter'd cloathes great Vices do appeare: Robes, and Furr'd gownes hide all. Place sinnes wit Q1_scene/19: ____l__________a____t_________________e_ bei______n___________________________g___ ______he____r________________________________e __S___________he___ ___g_____au_____________________________e_ str___ F1_scene/19: h Gold, and the strong Lance of Iustice, h__urtlesse breakes: Arme it in ragges, a Pigmies straw does pierce it. None does offend, none, I say none, I will able them; take that of me my Friend, who ha Q1_scene/19: ______a_________n_____________________________________g_____e_ __________a___________l_________________________________iad______s, and_ most_ s_peaking_ ____________l_oo_k_________________e_s T______ F1_scene/19: ve the power to seale the accusers lips. Get thee glasse-eyes, and like a scuruy Politician, seem to see the things thou dost not. Now, no_w, now, n_ow. Pull off my Bootes: harder, harder, so. O matte Q1_scene/19: o_ __________________n_o____b_____________le_ _Ed____________________m__u__n_____________d__, ____________________I_ _____________kn___ow_ y____o__u ____a____r______________________e_ __________of_ __ F1_scene/19: r, and impertinency mixt, Reason in Madnesse. If thou wilt weepe my Fortunes, take my eyes. I know thee well enough, thy name is Glouster: Thou must be patient; we came crying hither: Thou know'st, th Q1_scene/19: ____________________________h_____________________e_r_ _boso____m__________________e. _____________________Ay______________________________________________________________________e_ ___M__a_________ F1_scene/19: e first time that we smell the Ayre We wawle, and cry. I w_ill preach to thee: Marke.__ Alack, alack the day. When we are borne, we cry that we are come To this great stage of Fooles. This a good bloc Q1_scene/19: _____________________da_____________________________________________________________________m. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ F1_scene/19: ke: It were a delicate stratagem to shoo A Troope of Horse with Felt: I will put it in proofe,_ And when I have stolne upon these Son-in-Laws, Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. Enter a Gentlema Q1_scene/19: ______________________________________I_ ___s____p____e__a_____k___ _____________in___ _v_____n______d___________________________e_rs_t__a_n____d______________________i___ng, ___________f______or___ _ F1_scene/19: n. O here he is: lay hand upon him, Sir. Your most dear Daughter -- No rescue? What, a Prisoner? I am even The Naturall Foole of Fortune. Vse me well, You shall have ransome. Let me have Surgeons, I a Q1_scene/19: ________________________________________________________________________________________________I___ __________________________________________k_n_o_w___ ______________it, T_h___e__r________ef__ore_ F1_scene/19: m cut to the Braines. You shall have anything. No Seconds? All myself? Why, this would make a man, a man of Salt To vse his eyes for Garden water-pots. I will die brauely,_ Like a smugge Bridegroome. Q1_scene/19: ____________________________I_ d__o___ ____a_______d_uise_ y__________ou_ __t______a________k_________________________________________________e___ _____t____his_ not___________________________e_______ F1_scene/19: What? I will be Iouiall: Come, come, I am a King, Masters, know you that? You are a Royall one, and we obey you. Then there is life in it. Come, if you get it, You shall get it by running: Sa, sa, s Q1_scene/19: _____,_ __My___ ______________________________L_o______r_d_ __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________i_s_ _d__________ F1_scene/19: a, sa. Exit. A sight most pittifull in the meanest wretch, Past speaking of in a King. Thou hast a Daughter Who redeemes Nature from the generall curse Which twaine have brought her to. Haile gentle Q1_scene/19: ___e_a__d, ___E_d____________m_____u__nd __a__n__________d_ __I_ _h____a_v_________e_ _______t______a______________l___________kt, __________A______________nd_ ______m________o_r_____________________ F1_scene/19: Sir. Sir, speed you: what is your will? Do you hear aught (Sir) of a Battell toward. Most sure, and vulgar: Everyone heares that, _which can distinguish sound. But by your fauour: How near is the oth Q1_scene/19: ____________e_ ___co_n_u________________________e_____________ni__e____________nt___ ______i______s_ __________________________________________________________________________h____e___ ______________f F1_scene/19: er Army? Near, and on speedy foot: the maine descry Stands on the hourely thought. I thanke you Sir, that is all. Though that the Queen on special cause is here Her Army is mou'd on. Exit. I thanke Q1_scene/19: _____or_ __________________my_ _____________________h_a_____________________________n_________________________________d T______________________________________________h___a_____________n_ ___________ F1_scene/19: you Sir. You ever gentle Gods, take my breath from me, Let not my worser Spirit tempt me again To dye before you please. Well pray you Father. Now good sir, what are you? A most poore man, made tame t Q1_scene/19: __f__________o_____r_ _y______________ou_r_ _L_a__d___ie_______s, y____________________o__u_ __m____a___y ___g___at____h____e__r __m_or_______e __________________________I___________________________f F1_scene/19: o Fortunes blows Who, by the Art of knowne, and feeling sorrowes, Am pregnant to good pitty. Give me your hand, I will leade you to some biding. Heartie thankes: The bountie, and the benizon of Heauen Q1_scene/19: y____ou_ ____d__o_ fi__________nd___ _________________________________________________________________________________h____________i______m, __pra__y_ y____________ou_ ______________________________g F1_scene/19: To boot, and boot. E_nter Steward. A proclaim'd prize: most happie That eyelesse head of thine, was first fram'd flesh To raise my fortunes. Thou old, vnhappy Traitor, Breefely thyself remember: the Q1_scene/19: ________________________i____v____e_ ________________________hi________________________m_ t__________________his, _A____________________________________n______d_ w____________________________________ F1_scene/19: Sword is out That must destroy thee. Now let thy friendly hand Put strength enough to it. Wherefore, bold Pezant,_ Darest thou support a publish'd Traitor? Hence, Least that the infection of his fortu Q1_scene/19: ______________________h_______________e__n___ y______________ou_r_ __mis____t_r_is_ _____h_______ea_re_s_ ______t_hu__s_ _________________m___u__________c______________________________________________ F1_scene/19: ne take Like hold on thee. Let go his arme. I will not let go Zir, Without vurther 'casion. Let go Slaue, or thou dy'st. Good Gentleman go your gate, and let poore volke passe: if I would have been zw Q1_scene/19: _____________________________________________________________h_ ____f___ro___m_ you ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________I_ __ F1_scene/19: aggerd out of my life, it would not have been so long as it is, by a vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man: keepe out I will be plaine with you. Out Dunghill. I will picke your teeth Sir: come, no Q1_scene/19: __________________p_ray_ __d__e___s__i____r_______________e_ ___________h__________e_______________r_ ca__________ll_ ______________________________________h__e_____r_ w___________________i___s_______ F1_scene/19: matter for your foynes. Slaue thou hast slaine me: Villain, take my purse; If ever thou wilt thriue, b_ury my bodie, And give the Letters which thou find'st about me, To Edmund Earle of Glouster: see Q1_scene/19: _____ed_______o_m_______________e___ __t__________o_ h_e_r__, s____________o___ ___________________f_____a__________r__ew_______e_________ll, _______________I_______f_ y_ou_ ___________d_____________ F1_scene/19: ke him out upon the English party. O vntimely death, death. I know thee well. A seruiceable Villaine, As duteous to the vices of thy Mistris,_ As badnesse would desire. What, is he dead? Sit you down Q1_scene/19: _______________o_ ___c____________________________________________________________________________h___________a_________n_______c________________________________________________e_ t_________o_ ___hea_ F1_scene/19: Father: rest you. Let us see these Pockets; the Letters that he speakes of May be my Friends: he is dead; I am only sorry He had no other Deathsman. Let us see: Leaue gentle waxe, and manners: blame u Q1_scene/19: r ______________o______________f_ t_____________ha__t_ __b_______________l_____i_nd_ tr__________aytor, _______________________Pr______________e____________f_e______r____________m____________e_______ F1_scene/19: s not To know our enemies mindes, we rip their hearts, Their Papers is more lawfull. R_eads the Letter._ Let our reciprocall vowes be remembred. You have manie opportunities to cut him off: if your wi Q1_scene/19: _________nt_ __________________f____a_____________ls___ o___________________n_ _________________hi_______m_ t___________ha_______t_ _________________cuts_ __________________________________h_____i_m_ F1_scene/19: ll want not, time and place will be fruitfully offer'd. There is nothing done. If he returne the Conqueror, then am I the Prisoner, and his bed, my Gaole, from the loathed warmth whereof, deliuer me, Q1_scene/19: ___________o______________________ff. Would_ ___I_ ____c_oul____d_ m____________ee____t_ h___________________________________i__________m___ _________________________M_a____________________________d_ F1_scene/19: and supply the place for your Labour._ Your_ (Wife, so I would say) affectionate Seruant. Gonerill. O indistinguish'd space of Womans will, A plot upon her vertuous Husbands life, And the exchange my Q1_scene/19: a___________m, _______________________________I_ w____o_u____________________________________l_______________________d_ __s_____________________________________________________________________________ F1_scene/19: Brother: here, in the sands Thee I will rake up, the poste vnsanctified Of murtherous Letchers: and in the mature time, With this vngracious paper strike the sight Of the death-practis'd Duke: for him Q1_scene/19: _______________________h______________________________ew W________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________h_at_ ______ F1_scene/19: it is well, That of thy death, and business, I can tell._ The King is mad: How stiffe is my vilde sense That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling Of my huge Sorrowes? Better I were distract, So sho Q1_scene/19: ______________L___a_____________________dy_ ______________I_ ___d___o_ __f___o___________________________________________ll_ow. ______Fa___r_______________________________________________e_ _th______ F1_scene/19: uld my thoughts be seuer'd from my greefes, Drum afarre off. And woes, by wrong imaginations loose The knowledge of themselves._ Give me your hand: Far off methinks I hear the beaten Drumme. Come Fath Q1_scene/19: ee___ w_____e____________________ll._ Exi__t. F1_scene/19: er, I will bestow you with a Friend. Exeunt.___