This table maps the material in the Quarto (1608) King Lear to the material in the Folio (1623) King Lear. No record is made of material common to the two editions other than as anchors to mark the beginnings and ends of differences. Material present in one edition and not the other is marked in boldface in the edition in which it's present and with "NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN ..." in the other. Thus lines read horizontally are either equivalent or marked as unique in one or other edition. Differences smaller than one line are not recorded unless they contain an entire speech.

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King Lear 1608 Quarto	King Lear 1623 Folio
Scene 1 Confirming them on yonger yeares, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q The two great Princes France and Burgundy, And here are to be answerd, tell me my daughters, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most, With shady forrests, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q and wide skirted meades, Although the last, not least in our deere loue, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q What can you say to win a third, more opulent Then your sisters. Cord. Nothing my Lord. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Lear. How, nothing can come of nothing, speake againe. Lear. Vassall, recreant. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Kent. Doe, kill thy Physicion,	Scene 1.1 Conferring them on yonger strengths, while we Vnburthen'd crawle toward death. Our son of Cornwal, And you our no lesse louing Sonne of Albany, We haue this houre a constant will to publish Our daughters seuerall Dowers, that future strife May be preuented now. The Princes, France & Burgundy, And heere are to be answer'd. Tell me my daughters (Since now we will diuest vs both of Rule, Interest of Territory, Cares of State) Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most, With shadowie Forrests, and with Champains rich'd With plenteous Riuers, and wide-skirted Meades Although our last and least; to whose yong loue, The Vines of France, and Milke of Burgundie, Striue to be interest. What can you say, to draw A third, more opilent then your Sisters? speake. Cor. Nothing my Lord. Lear. Nothing? Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing will come of nothing, speake againe. Lear. O Vassall! Miscreant. Alb. Cor. Deare Sir forbeare. Kent. Kill thy Physition,
Scene 2 Glost. He cannot be such a monster. Bast. Nor is not sure. Glost. To his father, that so tenderly and intirely loues him, heauen and earth! Edmund seeke him out, wind mee into him, the bond crackt betweene sonne and father; NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q find out this villaine Edmund, I promise you the effects he writ of, succeed vnhappily, as of vnnaturalnesse betweene the child and the parent, death, dearth, dissolutions of ancient amities, diuisions in state, menaces and maledictions against King and nobles, needles diffidences, banishment of frieds, dissipation of Cohorts, nuptial breaches, and I know not what. Edg. How long haue you beene a sectary Astronomicall? Bast. Come, come, when saw you my father last? Thats my feare brother, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q I aduise you to the best,	Scene 1.2 Glou. He cannot bee such a Monster. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Edmond seeke him out: winde me into him the Bond crack'd, 'twixt Sonne and Father. This villaine of mine comes vnder the prediction; there's Son against Father, the King fals from byas of Nature, there's Father against Childe. We haue seene the best of our time. Machinations, hollownesse, treacherie, and all ruinous disorders follow vs disquietly to our Graues. Find out this Villain, Edmond, I promise you, the effects he writes of, succeede vnhappily. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F When saw you my Father last? That's my feare, I pray you haue a continent forbearance till the speed of his rage goes slower: and as I say, retire with me to my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to heare my Lord speake: pray ye goe, there's my key: if you do stirre abroad, goe arm'd. Edg. Arm'd, Brother? Edm. Brother, I aduise you to the best,
Scene 3 whose mind and mine I know in that are one, not to be ouerruld; idle old man that still would manage those authorities that hee hath giuen away, now by my life old fooles are babes again, & must be vs'd with checkes as flatteries, when they are seene abusd, remember what I tell you.	Scene 1.3 Whose mind and mine I know in that are one, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Remember what I haue said.
Scene 4 Lear. No lad, teach mee. Foole. That Lord that counsail'd thee to giue away thy land, Come place him heere by mee, doe thou for him stand, The sweet and bitter foole will presently appeare, The one in motley here, the other found out there. Lear. Do'st thou call mee foole boy? Foole. All thy other Titles thou hast giuen away, tha thou wast borne with. Kent. This is not altogether foole my Lord. Foole. No faith, Lords and great men will not let me, if I had a monopolie out, they would haue part an't, and Ladies too, they will not let me haue all the foole to my selfe, they'l be snatching; giue me an egge Nuncle, and ile giue thee two crownes. Lears shadow? I would learne that, for by the markes of soueraintie, knowledge, and reason, I should bee false perswaded I had daughters. Foole. Which they, will make an obedient father. Lear. Your name faire gentlewoman then the Sea-monster, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q detested kite, thou list so the foole followes after. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Gon. What Oswald, ho. Oswald. Here Madam, Gon. What haue you writ this letter to my sister?	Scene 1.4 Lear. No Lad, reach me. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Foole. Nunckle, giue me an egge, and Ile giue thee two Crownes. Foole. Lears shadow. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Lear. Your name, faire Gentlewoman? Then the Sea-monster. Alb. Pray Sir be patient. Lear. Detested Kite, thou lyest. So the Foole followes after. Exit Gon. This man hath had good Counsell, A hundred Knights? 'Tis politike, and safe to let him keepe At point a hundred Knights: yes, that on euerie dreame, Each buz, each fancie, each complaint, dislike, He may enguard his dotage with their powres, And hold our liues in mercy. Oswald, I say. Alb. Well, you may feare too farre. Gon. Safer then trust too farre; Let me still take away the harmes I feare, Not feare still to be taken. I know his heart, What he hath vtter'd I haue writ my Sister: If she sustaine him, and his hundred Knights When I haue shew'd th'vnfitnesse. Enter Steward. How now Oswald? NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F What haue you writ that Letter to my Sister?
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Scene 7 Glost. Let me beseech your Grace not to doe so, His fault is much, and the good King his maister VVill check him for't, your purpost low correction Is such, as basest and temnest wretches for pilfrings And most common trespasses are punisht with, The King must take it ill,  To haue her Gentlemen abus'd, assalted For following her affaires, put in his legges, Come my good Lord away? Kent. I say yea. Lear. No no, they would not. Kent. Yes they haue. Lear. By Iupiter I sweare no, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q they durst not do't, This shame which here it suffers. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Lear. O how this mother swels vp toward my hart, id'e speake with the Duke of Cornewall, and his wife. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Glost. I my good Lord. id'e speake with the Duke of Cornewall, and his wife. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Glost. I my good Lord. Would with his daughter speake, commands her seruice, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Fierie Duke, tell the hot Duke that Lear, No but not yet may be he is not well, Then she to slacke her dutie. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Lear. My cursses on her.	Scene 2.2 Glo. Let me beseech your Grace, not to do so, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F The King his Master, needs must take it ill To haue her Gentleman abus'd, assaulted. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Corn. Come my Lord, away. Exit. Kent. I say yea. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F  Lear. By Iupiter I sweare no. Kent. By Iuno, I sweare I. Lear. They durst not do't: The shame which heere it suffers. Foole. Winters not gon yet, if the wil'd Geese fly that (way, Fathers that weare rags, do make their Children blind, But Fathers that beare bags, shall see their children kind. Fortune that arrant whore, nere turns the key to th'poore. But for all this thou shalt haue as many Dolors for thy Daughters, as thou canst tell in a yeare. Lear. Oh how this Mother swels vp toward my heart! I'ld speake with the Duke of Cornewall, and his wife. Glo. Well my good Lord, I haue inform'd them so. Lear. Inform'd them? Do'st thou vnderstand me man. Glo. I my good Lord. I'ld speake with the Duke of Cornewall, and his wife. Glo. Well my good Lord, I haue inform'd them so. Lear. Inform'd them? Do'st thou vnderstand me man. Glo. I my good Lord. Would with his Daughter speake, commands, tends, seruice, 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, Then she to scant her dutie. Lear. Say? How is that? Reg. I cannot thinke my Sister in the least Would faile her Obligation. If Sir perchance She haue restrained the Riots of your Followres, 'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end, As cleeres her from all blame. Lear. My curses on her.
Scene 8 That things might change or cease, teares his white haire, Which the impetuous blasts with eyles rage Catch in their furie, and make nothing of, Striues in his little world of man to outscorne, The too and fro conflicting wind and raine, This night wherin the cub-drawne Beare would couch, The Lyon, and the belly pinched Wolfe Keepe their furre dry, vnbonneted he runnes, And bids what will take all. Kent. But who is with him? With mutuall cunning, twixt Albany and Cornwall But true it is, from France there comes a power Into this scattered kingdome, who alreadie wise in our negligence, Haue secret feet in some of our best Ports, And are at point to shew their open banner, Now to you, if on my credit you dare build so farre, To make your speed to Douer, you shall find Some that will thanke you, making iust report Of how vnnaturall and bemadding sorrow The King hath cause to plaine, I am a gentleman of blood and breeding, And from some knowledge and assurance, Offer this office to you. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Gent. I will talke farther with you.	Scene 3.1 That things might change, or cease. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Kent. But who is with him? With mutuall cunning) 'twixt Albany , and Cornwall: NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Who haue, as who haue not, that their great Starres Thron'd and set high; Seruants, who seeme no lesse, Which are to France the Spies and Speculations Intelligent of our State. What hath bin seene, Either in snuffes, and packings of the Dukes, Or the hard Reine which both of them hath borne Against the old kinde King; or something deeper, Whereof (perchance) these are but furnishings. Gent. I will talke further with you.
Scene 9 Lear. True my good boy, come bring vs to this houell? NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q	Scene 3.2 Le. True Boy: Come bring vs to this Houell. Exit. Foole. This is a braue night to coole a Curtizan: Ile speake a Prophesie ere I go: When Priests are more in word, then matter; When Brewers marre their Malt with water; When Nobles are their Taylors Tutors, No Heretiques burn'd, but wenches Sutors; When euery Case in Law, is right; No Squire in debt, nor no poore Knight; When Slanders do not liue in Tongues; Nor Cut-purses come not to throngs; When Vsurers tell their Gold i'th'Field, And Baudes, and whores, do Churches build, Then shal the Realme of Albion, come to great confusion: Then comes the time, who liues to see't, That going shal be vs'd with feet. This prophecie Merlin shall make, for I liue before his time. Exit.
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Scene 11 No I will weepe no more, in such a night as this! NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q O Regan, Gonorill, On things would hurt me more, but ile goe in, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Poore naked wretches, where so ere you are And shew the heauens more iust. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Foole. Come not in here Nunckle, her's a spirit	Scene 3.4 No, I will weepe no more; in such a night, To shut me out? Poure on, I will endure: In such a night as this? O Regan, Gonerill On things would hurt me more, but Ile goe in, In Boy, go first. You houselesse pouertie, Exit. Nay get thee in; Ile pray, and then Ile sleepe. Poore naked wretches, where so ere you are And shew the Heauens more iust. Enter Edgar, and Foole. Edg. Fathom, and halfe, Fathom and halfe; poore Tom. Foole. Come not in heere Nuncle, here's a spirit
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Scene 13 Lear. A King, a King, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q to haue a thousand with red burning come hiszing in vpon them. Edg. The foule fiend bites my backe, Foole. He's mad, that trusts in the tamenes of a Wolfe, a hores health, a boyes loue, or a whores oath. Lear. It shalbe done, I wil arraigne them straight, Come sit thou here most learned Iustice Thou sapient sir sit here, no you shee Foxes-- Edg. Looke where he stands and glars, wanst thou eyes, at tral madam come ore the broome Bessy to mee. Foole. Her boat hath a leake, and she must not speake, Why she dares not come, ouer to thee. Edg. The foule fiend hauts poore Tom in the voyce of a nigh-tingale, Hoppedance cries in Toms belly for two white herring, Croke not blacke Angell, I haue no foode for thee. Kent. How doe you sir? stand you not so amazd, will you lie downe and rest vpon the cushings? Lear. Ile see their triall first, bring in their euidence, thou robbed man of Iustice take thy place, & thou his yoke fellow of equity, bench by his side, you are ot'h commission, sit you too. Ed. Let vs deale iustly sleepest or wakest thou iolly shepheard, Thy sheepe bee in the corne, and for one blast of thy minikinmouth, thy sheepe shall take no harme, Pur the cat is gray. Lear. Arraigne her first tis Gonoril, I here take my oath before this honorable assembly kickt the poore king her father. Foole. Come hither mistrisse is your name Gonorill. Lear. She cannot deny it. Fool. Cry you mercy I tooke you for a ioyne stoole. Lear. And heres another whose warpt lookes proclaime, What store her hart is made an, stop her there, Armes, armes, sword, fire, corruption in the place, False Iusticer why hast thou let her scape. Edg. Blesse thy fiue wits. Weele go to supper it'h morning, so, so, so, Enter Gloster. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Glost. Come hither friend,  Giue thee quicke conduct. Kent. Oppressed nature sleepes, This rest might yet haue balmed thy broken sinewes, Which if conuenience will not alow stand in hard cure, Come helpe to beare thy maister, thou must not stay behind. Glost. Come, come away. Exit. Glost. Come, come away. Exit. Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes: we scarcely thinke, our miseries, our foes. Who alone suffers suffers, most it'h mind, Leauing free things and happy showes behind, But then the mind much sufferance doth or'e scip, When griefe hath mates, and bearing fellowship: How light and portable my paine seemes now, When that which makes me bend, makes the King bow. He childed as I fathered, Tom away, Marke the high noyses and thy selfe bewray, When false opinion whose wrong thoughts defile thee, In thy iust proofe repeals and reconciles thee, What will hap more to night, safe scape the King, Lurke, lurke.	Scene 3.6 Lear. A King, a King. Foole. No, he's a Yeoman, that ha's a Gentleman to his Sonne: for hee's a mad Yeoman that sees his Sonne a Gentleman before him. Lear. To haue a thousand with red burning Come hizzing in vpon 'em. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Edg. Blesse thy fiue wits. wee'l go to Supper i'th'morning. Foole. And Ile go to bed at noone. Glou. Come hither Friend: Giue thee quicke conduct. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Come, come, away. Exeunt Come, come, away. Exeunt NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F
Scene 14 Comes this hurt, giue me your arme. Exit. Seruant. Ile neuer care what wickednes I doe, If this man come to good. 2 Seruant. If she liue long, & in the end meet the old course of death, women will all turne monsters. 1 Ser. Lets follow the old Earle, and get the bedlom To lead him where he would, his madnes Allows it selfe to any thing. 2 Ser. Goe thou, ile fetch some flaxe and whites of egges to apply to his bleeding face, now heauen helpe him. Exit.	Scene 3.7 comes this hurt. Giue me your arme. Exeunt, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F
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Scene 16 Gon. My most deere Gloster, NO EQUIVALENT IN Q to thee womans seruices are dew Blowes in your face, I feare your disposition That nature which contemnes ith origin Cannot be bordered certaine in it selfe, She that her selfe will sliuer and disbranch From her materiall sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly vse. Gon. No more, the text is foolish. Alb. Wisedome and goodnes, to the vild seeme vild, Filths sauor but themselues, what haue you done? Tigers, not daughters, what haue you perform'd? A father, and a gracious aged man Whose reuerence euen the head-lugd beare would lick. Most barbarous, most degenerate haue you madded, Could my good brother suffer you to doe it? A man, a Prince, by him so benifited, If that the heauens doe not their visible spirits Send quickly downe to tame the vild offences, it will come Humanity must perforce pray on it self like monsters of the deepe. Gon. Milke liuerd man thine honour, From thy suffering, that not know'st, fools do those vilains pitty Who are punisht ere they haue done their mischiefe, Wher's thy drum? France spreds his banners in our noyseles land, With plumed helme, thy state begin thereat Whil'st thou a morall foole sits still and cries Alack why does he so? Alb. See thy selfe deuill, Gon. O vaine foole! Alb. Thou changed, and selfe-couerd thing for shame Be-monster not thy feature, wer't my fitnes To let these hands obay my bloud, They are apt enough to dislecate and teare Thy flesh and bones, how ere thou art a fiend, A womans shape doth shield thee. Gon. Marry your manhood mew--- Alb. What newes. Enter a Gentleman. Gent. O my good Lord the Duke of Cornwals dead,	Scene 4.2 Gon. My most deere Gloster. Oh, the difference of man, and man, To thee a Womans seruices are due, Blowes in your face. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Gon. Milke-Liuer'd man, Thine Honor, from thy suffering. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Alb. See thy selfe diuell Gon. Oh vaine Foole. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Enter a Messenger. Mes. Oh my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwals dead,
Scene 17 Enter Kent and a Gentleman. Kent. Why the King of Fraunce is so suddenly gone backe, know you no reason. Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his comming forth is thought of, which imports to the Kingdome, So much feare and danger that his personall returne was most required and necessarie. Kent. Who hath he left behind him, General. Gent. The Marshall of France Monsier la Far. Kent. Did your letters pierce the queene to any demonstratiõ of griefe. Gent. I say she tooke them, read them in my presence, And now and then an ample teare trild downe Her delicate cheeke, it seemed she was a queene ouer her passion, Who most rebell-like, sought to be King ore her. Kent. O then it moued her. Gent. Not to a rage, patience and sorow streme, Who should expresse her goodliest you haue seene, Sun shine and raine at once, her smiles and teares, Were like a better way those happie smilets, That playd on her ripe lip seeme not to know, What guests were in her eyes which parted thence, As pearles from diamonds dropt in briefe, Sorow would be a raritie most beloued, If all could so become it. Kent. Made she no verball question. Gent. Faith once or twice she heau'd the name of father, Pantingly forth as if it prest her heart, Cried sisters, sisters, shame of Ladies sisters: Kent, father, sisters, what ith storme ith night, Let pitie not be beleeft there she shooke, The holy water from her heauenly eyes, And clamour moystened her, then away she started, To deale with griefe alone. Kent. It is the stars, the stars aboue vs gouerne our conditions, Else one selfe mate and make could not beget, Such different issues, you spoke not with her since. Gent. No.Kent. Was this before the King returnd. Gent. No, since. Kent. Well sir, the poore distressed Lear's ith towne, Who some time in his better tune remembers, What we are come about, and by no meanes will yeeld to see his daughter. Gent. Why good sir? Kent. A soueraigne shame so elbows him his own vnkindnes That stript her from his benediction turnd her, To forraine casualties gaue her deare rights, To his dog-harted daughters, these things sting his mind, So venomously that burning shame detaines him from Cordelia. Gent. Alack poore Gentleman. Kent. Of Albanies and Cornewals powers you heard not. Gent. Tis so they are a foote. Kent. Well sir, ile bring you to our maister Lear, And leaue you to attend him some deere cause, Will in concealement wrap me vp awhile, When I am knowne aright you shall not greeue, Lending me this acquaintance, I pray you go along with me.	NO EQUIVALENT SCENE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F
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Scene 21 I doubt not of his temperance. Cord. Very well. Doct. Please you draw neere, louder the musicke there, Cor. O my deer father restoratiõ hang To be exposd against the warring winds, To stand against the deepe dread bolted thunder, In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick crosse lightning to watch poore Perdu, With this thin helme mine iniurious dogge, Though he had bit me, you see is cured in him, and yet it is danger to make him euen ore the time hee has lost, desire him to goe in, I am old and foolish. Exeunt. Manet Kent and Gent. Gent. Holds it true sir that the Duke of Cornwall was so slaine? Kent. Most certaine sir. Gent. Who is conductor of his people? Kent. As tis said, the bastard sonne of Gloster. Gent. They say Edgar his banisht sonne is with the Earle of Kent in Germanie. Kent. Report is changeable, tis time to looke about, The powers of the kingdome approach apace. Gent. The arbiterment is like to be bloudie, fare you well sir. Kent. My poynt and period will be throughly wrought, Or well, or ill, as this dayes battels fought. Exit.	Scene 4.6 I doubt of his Temperance. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Cor. O my deere Father, restauratian hang To be oppos'd against the iarring windes? NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Mine Enemies dogge, though he had bit me, You see is kill'd in him: NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F desire him to go in, I am old and foolish. Exeunt NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F
Scene 22 To the forfended place? Bast. That thought abuses you. Reg. I am doubtfull that you haue beene coniunct and bo- som'd with hir, as far as we call hirs. Bast. No by mine honour Madam. Bast. Feare me not, shee and the Duke her husband. Enter Albany and Gonorill with troupes. Gono. I had rather loose the battaile, then that sister should loosen him nd mee. Alb. Our very louing sister well be-met With others, whome the rigour of our state Forst to crie out, where I could not be honest I neuer yet was valiant, for this busines It touches vs, as France inuades our land Not bolds the King, with others whome I feare, Most iust and heauy causes make oppose. Bast. Sir you speake nobly. Reg. Why is this reason'd? Alb. Let vs then determine with the auntient of warre on our proceedings. Bast. I shall attend you presently at your tent. Reg. Sister you'l goe with vs?.	Scene 5.1 To the fore-fended place? NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Bast. No by mine honour, Madam. Bast. Feare not, she and the Duke her husband. Enter with Drum and Colours, Albany, Gonerill, Soldiers. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Alb. Our very louing Sister, well be-met: With others, whom the rigour of our State Forc'd to cry out. NO EQUIVALENT IN F NO EQUIVALENT IN F NO EQUIVALENT IN F NO EQUIVALENT IN F NO EQUIVALENT IN F Regan. Why is this reasond? Alb. Let's then determine with th'ancient of warre On our proceeding. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Reg. Sister you'le go with vs?
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Scene 24 As I haue set it downe. Cap. I cannot draw a cart, nor eate dride oats, If it bee mans worke ile do't. Enter Duke, the two Ladies, and others. Alb. Sir you haue shewed to day your valiant strain Your session at this time, mee sweat and bleed, The friend hath lost his friend, and the best quarrels In the heat are curst, by those that feele their sharpes, The question of Cordelia and her father Requires a fitter place. Alb. Sir by your patience Take thou my souldiers, prisoners, patrimonie, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Witnes the world that I create thee here My Lady is bespoke, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q thou art arm'd Gloster, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q If none appeare to proue vpon thy head Alb. A Herald ho. Bast. A Herald ho, a Herald. Alb. Trust to thy single vertue, for thy souldiers And that thy being some say of breeding breathes, NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q By right of knighthood, I disdaine and spurne For I am almost ready to dissolue, hearing of this, Edg. This would haue seemd a periode to such As loue not sorow, but another to amplifie too much, Would make much more, and top extreamitie Whil'st I was big in clamor, came there in a man, Who hauing seene me in my worst estate, Shund my abhord society, but then finding Who twas that so indur'd with his strong armes He fastened on my necke and bellowed out, As hee'd burst heauen, threw me on my father, Told the most pitious tale of Lear and him, That euer eare receiued, which in recounting His griefe grew puissant and the strings of life, Began to cracke twice, then the trumpets sounded. And there I left him traunst. Alb. But who was this. Ed. Kent sir, the banisht Kent, who in diguise, Followed his enemie king and did him seruice Improper for a slaue. Enter one with a bloudie knife, Gent. Helpe, helpe, pray you vndo this button, thanke you sir, O, o, o, o. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN Q Edg. He faints my Lord, my Lord.	Scene 5.3 As I haue set it downe. Exit Captaine. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Flourish. Enter Albany, Gonerill, Regan, Soldiers. Alb. Sir, you haue shew'd to day your valiant straine Where you shall hold your Session. NO EQUIVALENT IN F NO EQUIVALENT IN F NO EQUIVALENT IN F NO EQUIVALENT IN F Alb. Sir, by your patience, Take thou my Souldiers, prisoners, patrimony, Dispose of them, of me, the walls is thine: Witnesse the world, that I create thee heere My Lady is bespoke. Gon. An enterlude. Alb. Thou art armed Gloster Let the Trmpet sound: If none appeare to proue vpon thy person Alb. A Herald, ho. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Trust to thy single vertue, for thy Souldiers And that thy tongue (some say) of breeding breathes, What safe, and nicely I might well delay, By rule of Knight-hood, I disdaine and spurne: For I am almost ready to dissolue, Hearing of this. NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F NO EQUIVALENT LINE IN F Enter a Gentleman. Gen. Helpe, helpe: O helpe. Pray you vndo this Button. Thanke you Sir, Do you see this? Looke on her? Looke her lips, Looke there, looke there. He dies. Edg. He faints, my Lord, my Lord.