SCENE I. King Lear's palace.Enter KENT, GLOUCESTER, and EDMUNDKENTI thought the king had more affected the Duke ofGLOUCESTER
Albany than Cornwall.
It did always seem so to us: but now, in theKENT
division of the kingdom, it appears not which of
the dukes he values most; for equalities are so
weighed, that curiosity in neither can make choice
of either's moiety.
Is not this your son, my lord?GLOUCESTER
His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge: I haveKENT
so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am
brazed to it.
I cannot conceive you.GLOUCESTER
Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereuponKENT
she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, a son
for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed.
Do you smell a fault?
I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of itGLOUCESTER
being so proper.
But I have, sir, a son by order of law, some yearEDMUND
elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account:
though this knave came something saucily into the
world before he was sent for, yet was his mother
fair; there was good sport at his making, and the
whoreson must be acknowledged. Do you know this
noble gentleman, Edmund?
No, my lord.GLOUCESTER
My lord of Kent: remember him hereafter as myEDMUND
My services to your lordship.KENT
I must love you, and sue to know you better.EDMUND
Sir, I shall study deserving.GLOUCESTER
He hath been out nine years, and away he shallKING LEAR
again. The king is coming.
Sennet. Enter KING LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, CORDELIA, and AttendantsAttend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.GLOUCESTER
I shall, my liege.KING LEAR
Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EDMUNDMeantime we shall express our darker purpose.GONERIL
Give me the map there. Know that 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.
Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter;CORDELIA
Dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty;
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare;
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour;
As much as child e'er loved, or father found;
A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable;
Beyond all manner of so much I love you.
[Aside] What shall Cordelia do?LEAR
Love, and be silent.
Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,REGAN
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.
Sir, I am madeCORDELIA
Of the self-same metal that my sister is,
And prize me at her worth. In my true heart
I find she names my very deed of love;
Only she comes too short: that I profess
Myself an enemy to all other joys,
Which the most precious square of sense possesses;
And find I am alone felicitate
In your dear highness' love.
[Aside] Then poor Cordelia!KING LEAR
And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's
More richer than my tongue.
To thee and thine hereditary everCORDELIA
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 interess'd; what can you say to draw
A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.
Nothing, my lord.KING LEAR
Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.CORDELIA
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heaveKING LEAR
My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty
According to my bond; nor more nor less.
How, how, Cordelia! mend your speech a little,CORDELIA
Lest it may mar your fortunes.
Good my lord,KING LEAR
You have begot me, bred me, loved 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.
But goes thy heart with this?CORDELIA
Ay, good my lord.KING LEAR
So young, and so untender?CORDELIA
So young, my lord, and true.KING LEAR
Let it be so; thy truth, then, be thy dower:KENT
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 relieved,
As thou my sometime daughter.
Good my liege,--KING LEAR
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
I loved 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 with my power,
Pre-eminence, 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 the additions to a king;
The sway, revenue, execution of the rest,
Beloved sons, be yours: which to confirm,
This coronet part betwixt you.
Giving the crownRoyal Lear,KING LEAR
Whom I have ever honour'd as my king,
Loved as my father, as my master follow'd,
As my great patron thought on in my prayers,--
The bow is bent and drawn, make from the shaft.KENT
Let it fall rather, though the fork invadeKING LEAR
The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly,
When Lear is mad. What wilt 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 stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom;
And, in thy best consideration, cheque
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.
Kent, on thy life, no more.KENT
My life I never held but as a pawnKING LEAR
To wage against thy enemies; nor fear to lose it,
Thy safety being the motive.
Out of my sight!KENT
See better, Lear; and let me still remainKING LEAR
The true blank of thine eye.
Now, by Apollo,--KENT
Now, by Apollo, king,KING LEAR
Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.
O, vassal! miscreant!ALBANY CORNWALL
Laying his hand on his swordDear sir, forbear.KENT
Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow
Upon thy foul disease. Revoke thy doom;
Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat,
I'll tell thee thou dost evil.
Hear me, recreant!KENT
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 revoked.
Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear,GLOUCESTER
Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
To CORDELIAThe gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,
That justly think'st, and hast most rightly said!
To REGAN and GONERILAnd your large speeches may your deeds approve,
That good effects may spring from words of love.
Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu;
He'll shape his old course in a country new.
Flourish. Re-enter GLOUCESTER, with KING OF FRANCE, BURGUNDY, and AttendantsHere's France and Burgundy, my noble lord.KING LEAR
My lord of Burgundy.BURGUNDY
We first address towards 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?
Most royal majesty,KING LEAR
I crave no more than what your highness offer'd,
Nor will you tender less.
Right noble Burgundy,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 pieced,
And nothing more, may fitly like your grace,
She's there, and she is yours.
I know no answer.KING LEAR
Will you, with those infirmities she owes,BURGUNDY
Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,
Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath,
Take her, or leave her?
Pardon me, royal sir;KING LEAR
Election makes not up on such conditions.
Then leave her, sir; for, by the power that made me,KING OF FRANCE
I tell you all her wealth.
To KING OF FRANCEFor you, great king,
I would not from your love make such a stray,
To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you
To avert your liking a more worthier way
Than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed
Almost to acknowledge hers.
This is most strange,CORDELIA
That she, that even but now was your best object,
The argument of your praise, balm of your age,
Most best, most dearest, should in this trice of time
Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle
So many folds of favour. Sure, her offence
Must be of such unnatural degree,
That monsters it, or your fore-vouch'd affection
Fall'n into taint: which to believe of her,
Must be a faith that reason without miracle
Could never plant in me.
I yet beseech your majesty,--KING LEAR
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, murder, or foulness,
No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step,
That hath deprived 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.
Better thouKING OF FRANCE
Hadst not been born than not to have pleased me better.
Is it but this,--a tardiness in natureBURGUNDY
Which often leaves the history unspoke
That it intends to do? My lord of Burgundy,
What say you to the lady? Love's not love
When it is mingled with regards that stand
Aloof from the entire point. Will you have her?
She is herself a dowry.
Royal Lear,KING LEAR
Give but that portion which yourself proposed,
And here I take Cordelia by the hand,
Duchess of Burgundy.
Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm.BURGUNDY
I am sorry, then, you have so lost a fatherCORDELIA
That you must lose a husband.
Peace be with Burgundy!KING OF FRANCE
Since that respects of fortune are his love,
I shall not be his wife.
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor;KING LEAR
Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised!
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 inflamed respect.
Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance,
Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France:
Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy
Can buy this unprized precious maid of me.
Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind:
Thou losest here, a better where to find.
Thou hast her, France: let her be thine; for weKING OF FRANCE
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.
Flourish. Exeunt all but KING OF FRANCE, GONERIL, REGAN, and CORDELIABid farewell to your sisters.CORDELIA
The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyesREGAN
Cordelia leaves you: I know you what you are;
And like a sister am most loath to call
Your faults as they are named. Use well our father:
To your professed bosoms I commit him
But yet, alas, stood I within his grace,
I would prefer him to a better place.
So, farewell to you both.
Prescribe not us our duties.GONERIL
Let your studyCORDELIA
Be to content your lord, who hath received you
At fortune's alms. You have obedience scanted,
And well are worth the want that you have wanted.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:KING OF FRANCE
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
Well may you prosper!
Come, my fair Cordelia.GONERIL
Exeunt KING OF FRANCE and CORDELIASister, it is not a little I have to say of whatREGAN
most nearly appertains to us both. I think our
father will hence to-night.
That's most certain, and with you; next month with us.GONERIL
You see how full of changes his age is; theREGAN
observation we have made of it hath not been
little: he always loved our sister most; and
with what poor judgment he hath now cast her off
appears too grossly.
'Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath everGONERIL
but slenderly known himself.
The best and soundest of his time hath been butREGAN
rash; then must we look to receive from his age,
not alone the imperfections of long-engraffed
condition, but therewithal the unruly waywardness
that infirm and choleric years bring with them.
Such unconstant starts are we like to have fromGONERIL
him as this of Kent's banishment.
There is further compliment of leavetakingREGAN
between France and him. Pray you, let's hit
together: if our father carry authority with
such dispositions as he bears, this last
surrender of his will but offend us.
We shall further think on't.GONERIL
We must do something, and i' the heat.
SCENE II. The Earl of Gloucester's castle.Enter EDMUND, with a letterEDMUNDThou, nature, art my goddess; to thy lawGLOUCESTER
My services are bound. Wherefore should I
Stand in the plague of custom, and permit
The curiosity of nations to deprive me,
For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines
Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base?
When my dimensions are as well compact,
My mind as generous, and my shape as true,
As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us
With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take
More composition and fierce quality
Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,
Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops,
Got 'tween asleep and wake? Well, then,
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land:
Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund
As to the legitimate: fine word,--legitimate!
Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed,
And my invention thrive, Edmund the base
Shall top the legitimate. I grow; I prosper:
Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
Enter GLOUCESTERKent banish'd thus! and France in choler parted!EDMUND
And the king gone to-night! subscribed his power!
Confined to exhibition! All this done
Upon the gad! Edmund, how now! what news?
So please your lordship, none.GLOUCESTER
Putting up the letterWhy so earnestly seek you to put up that letter?EDMUND
I know no news, my lord.GLOUCESTER
What paper were you reading?EDMUND
Nothing, my lord.GLOUCESTER
No? What needed, then, that terrible dispatch ofEDMUND
it into your pocket? the quality of nothing hath
not such need to hide itself. Let's see: come,
if it be nothing, I shall not need spectacles.
I beseech you, sir, pardon me: it is a letterGLOUCESTER
from my brother, that I have not all o'er-read;
and for so much as I have perused, I find it not
fit for your o'er-looking.
Give me the letter, sir.EDMUND
I shall offend, either to detain or give it. TheGLOUCESTER
contents, as in part I understand them, are to blame.
Let's see, let's see.EDMUND
I hope, for my brother's justification, he wroteGLOUCESTER
this but as an essay or taste of my virtue.
[Reads] 'This policy and reverence of age makesEDMUND
the world bitter to the best of our times; keeps
our fortunes from us till our oldness cannot relish
them. I begin to find an idle and fond bondage
in the oppression of aged tyranny; who sways, not
as it hath power, but as it is suffered. Come to
me, that of this I may speak more. If our father
would sleep till I waked him, you should half his
revenue for ever, and live the beloved of your
Hum--conspiracy!--'Sleep till I waked him,--you
should enjoy half his revenue,'--My son Edgar!
Had he a hand to write this? a heart and brain
to breed it in?--When came this to you? who
It was not brought me, my lord; there's theGLOUCESTER
cunning of it; I found it thrown in at the
casement of my closet.
You know the character to be your brother's?EDMUND
If the matter were good, my lord, I durst swearGLOUCESTER
it were his; but, in respect of that, I would
fain think it were not.
It is his.EDMUND
It is his hand, my lord; but I hope his heart isGLOUCESTER
not in the contents.
Hath he never heretofore sounded you in this business?EDMUND
Never, my lord: but I have heard him oftGLOUCESTER
maintain it to be fit, that, sons at perfect age,
and fathers declining, the father should be as
ward to the son, and the son manage his revenue.
O villain, villain! His very opinion in theEDMUND
letter! Abhorred villain! Unnatural, detested,
brutish villain! worse than brutish! Go, sirrah,
seek him; I'll apprehend him: abominable villain!
Where is he?
I do not well know, my lord. If it shall pleaseGLOUCESTER
you to suspend your indignation against my
brother till you can derive from him better
testimony of his intent, you shall run a certain
course; where, if you violently proceed against
him, mistaking his purpose, it would make a great
gap in your own honour, and shake in pieces the
heart of his obedience. I dare pawn down my life
for him, that he hath wrote this to feel my
affection to your honour, and to no further
pretence of danger.
Think you so?EDMUND
If your honour judge it meet, I will place youGLOUCESTER
where you shall hear us confer of this, and by an
auricular assurance have your satisfaction; and
that without any further delay than this very evening.
He cannot be such a monster--EDMUND
Nor is not, sure.GLOUCESTER
To his father, that so tenderly and entirelyEDMUND
loves him. Heaven and earth! Edmund, seek him
out: wind me into him, I pray you: frame the
business after your own wisdom. I would unstate
myself, to be in a due resolution.
I will seek him, sir, presently: convey theGLOUCESTER
business as I shall find means and acquaint you withal.
These late eclipses in the sun and moon portendEDMUND
no good to us: though the wisdom of nature can
reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself
scourged by the sequent effects: love cools,
friendship falls off, brothers divide: in
cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in
palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son
and father. This villain of mine comes under the
prediction; there's son against father: the king
falls from bias of nature; there's father against
child. We have seen the best of our time:
machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all
ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our
graves. Find out this villain, Edmund; it shall
lose thee nothing; do it carefully. And the
noble and true-hearted Kent banished! his
offence, honesty! 'Tis strange.
ExitThis is the excellent foppery of the world, that,EDGAR
when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit
of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our
disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as
if we were villains by necessity; fools by
heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and
treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of
planetary influence; and all that we are evil in,
by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion
of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition to the charge of a star! My
father compounded with my mother under the
dragon's tail; and my nativity was under Ursa
major; so that it follows, I am rough and
lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am,
had the maidenliest star in the firmament
twinkled on my bastardizing. Edgar--
Enter EDGARAnd pat he comes like the catastrophe of the old
comedy: my cue is villanous melancholy, with a
sigh like Tom o' Bedlam. O, these eclipses do
portend these divisions! fa, sol, la, mi.
How now, brother Edmund! what seriousEDMUND
contemplation are you in?
I am thinking, brother, of a prediction I readEDGAR
this other day, what should follow these eclipses.
Do you busy yourself about that?EDMUND
I promise you, the effects he writes of succeedEDGAR
unhappily; as of unnaturalness between the child
and the parent; death, dearth, dissolutions of
ancient amities; divisions in state, menaces and
maledictions against king and nobles; needless
diffidences, banishment of friends, dissipation
of cohorts, nuptial breaches, and I know not what.
How long have you been a sectary astronomical?EDMUND
Come, come; when saw you my father last?EDGAR
Why, the night gone by.EDMUND
Spake you with him?EDGAR
Ay, two hours together.EDMUND
Parted you in good terms? Found you noEDGAR
displeasure in him by word or countenance?
None at all.EDMUND
Bethink yourself wherein you may have offendedEDGAR
him: and at my entreaty forbear his presence
till some little time hath qualified the heat of
his displeasure; which at this instant so rageth
in him, that with the mischief of your person it
would scarcely allay.
Some villain hath done me wrong.EDMUND
That's my fear. I pray you, have a continentEDGAR
forbearance till the spied of his rage goes
slower; and, as I say, retire with me to my
lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to
hear my lord speak: pray ye, go; there's my key:
if you do stir abroad, go armed.
Brother, I advise you to the best; go armed: IEDGAR
am no honest man if there be any good meaning
towards you: I have told you what I have seen
and heard; but faintly, nothing like the image
and horror of it: pray you, away.
Shall I hear from you anon?EDMUND
I do serve you in this business.
Exit EDGARA credulous father! and a brother noble,
Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none: on whose foolish honesty
My practises ride easy! I see the business.
Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit:
All with me's meet that I can fashion fit.
SCENE III. The Duke of Albany's palace.Enter GONERIL, and OSWALD, her stewardGONERILDid my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?OSWALD
By day and night he wrongs me; every hourOSWALD
He flashes into one gross crime or other,
That sets us all at odds: I'll not endure it:
His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us
On every trifle. When he returns from hunting,
I will not speak with him; say I am sick:
If you come slack of former services,
You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer.
He's coming, madam; I hear him.GONERIL
Horns withinPut on what weary negligence you please,OSWALD
You and your fellows; I'll have it come to question:
If he dislike it, let him to our sister,
Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one,
Not to be over-ruled. Idle old man,
That still would manage those authorities
That he hath given away! Now, by my life,
Old fools are babes again; and must be used
With cheques as flatteries,--when they are seen abused.
Remember what I tell you.
And let his knights have colder looks among you;
What grows of it, no matter; advise your fellows so:
I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall,
That I may speak: I'll write straight to my sister,
To hold my very course. Prepare for dinner.
SCENE IV. A hall in the same.Enter KENT, disguisedKENTIf but as well I other accents borrow,KING LEAR
That can my speech defuse, my good intent
May carry through itself to that full issue
For which I razed my likeness. Now, banish'd Kent,
If thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemn'd,
So may it come, thy master, whom thou lovest,
Shall find thee full of labours.
Horns within. Enter KING LEAR, Knights, and AttendantsLet me not stay a jot for dinner; go get it ready.KENT
Exit an AttendantHow now! what art thou?
A man, sir.KING LEAR
What dost thou profess? what wouldst thou with us?KENT
I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serveKING LEAR
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.
What art thou?KENT
A very honest-hearted fellow, and as poor as the king.KING LEAR
If thou be as poor for a subject as he is for aKENT
king, thou art poor enough. What wouldst thou?
Who wouldst thou serve?KENT
Dost thou know me, fellow?KENT
No, sir; but you have that in your countenanceKING LEAR
which I would fain call master.
What services canst thou do?KENT
I can keep honest counsel, ride, run, mar a curiousKING LEAR
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.
How old art thou?KENT
Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, norKING LEAR
so old to dote on her for any thing: I have years
on my back forty eight.
Follow me; thou shalt serve me: if I like thee noOSWALD
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 OSWALDYou, you, sirrah, where's my daughter?
So please you,--KING LEAR
ExitWhat says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back.Knight
Exit a KnightWhere's my fool, ho? I think the world's asleep.
Re-enter KnightHow now! where's that mongrel?
He says, my lord, your daughter is not well.KING LEAR
Why came not the slave back to me when I called him.Knight
Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner, he wouldKING LEAR
He would not!Knight
My lord, I know not what the matter is; but, to myKING LEAR
judgment, your highness is not entertained 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
Ha! sayest thou so?Knight
I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken;KING LEAR
for my duty cannot be silent when I think your
Thou but rememberest me of mine own conception: IKnight
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.
Since my young lady's going into France, sir, theKING LEAR
fool hath much pined away.
No more of that; I have noted it well. Go you, andOSWALD
tell my daughter I would speak with her.
Exit an AttendantGo you, call hither my fool.
Exit an Attendant
Re-enter OSWALDO, you sir, you, come you hither, sir: who am I,
My lady's father.KING LEAR
'My lady's father'! my lord's knave: yourOSWALD
whoreson dog! you slave! you cur!
I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your pardon.KING LEAR
Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?OSWALD
Striking himI'll not be struck, my lord.KENT
Nor tripped neither, you base football player.KING LEAR
Tripping up his heelsI thank thee, fellow; thou servest me, and I'llKENT
Come, sir, arise, away! I'll teach you differences:KING LEAR
away, away! if you will measure your lubber's
length again, tarry: but away! go to; have you
Pushes OSWALD outNow, my friendly knave, I thank thee: there'sFool
earnest of thy service.
Giving KENT money
Enter FoolLet me hire him too: here's my coxcomb.KING LEAR
Offering KENT his capHow now, my pretty knave! how dost thou?Fool
Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb.KENT
Why, for taking one's part that's out of favour:KING LEAR
nay, an thou canst not smile as the wind sits,
thou'lt catch cold shortly: there, take my coxcomb:
why, this fellow has banished 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!
Why, my boy?Fool
If I gave them all my living, I'ld keep my coxcombsKING LEAR
myself. There's mine; beg another of thy daughters.
Take heed, sirrah; the whip.Fool
Truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whippedKING LEAR
out, when Lady the brach may stand by the fire and stink.
A pestilent gall to me!Fool
Sirrah, I'll teach thee a speech.KING LEAR
Mark it, nuncle:KENT
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
Ride more than thou goest,
Learn more than thou trowest,
Set less than thou throwest;
Leave thy drink and thy whore,
And keep in-a-door,
And thou shalt have more
Than two tens to a score.
This is nothing, fool.Fool
Then 'tis like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer; youKING LEAR
gave me nothing for't. Can you make no use of
Why, no, boy; nothing can be made out of nothing.Fool
[To KENT] Prithee, tell him, so much the rent ofKING LEAR
his land comes to: he will not believe a fool.
A bitter fool!Fool
Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between aKING LEAR
bitter fool and a sweet fool?
No, lad; teach me.Fool
That lord that counsell'd theeKING LEAR
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.
Dost thou call me fool, boy?Fool
All thy other titles thou hast given away; thatKENT
thou wast born with.
This is not altogether fool, my lord.Fool
No, faith, lords and great men will not let me; ifKING LEAR
I had a monopoly out, they would have part on't:
and ladies too, they will not let me have all fool
to myself; they'll be snatching. Give me an egg,
nuncle, and I'll give thee two crowns.
What two crowns shall they be?Fool
Why, after I have cut the egg i' the middle, and eatKING LEAR
up the meat, the two crowns of the egg. When thou
clovest thy crown i' the middle, and gavest away
both parts, thou borest thy ass on thy back o'er
the dirt: thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown,
when thou gavest thy golden one away. If I speak
like myself in this, let him be whipped that first
finds it so.
SingingFools had ne'er less wit in a year;
For wise men are grown foppish,
They know not how their wits to wear,
Their manners are so apish.
When were you wont to be so full of songs, sirrah?Fool
I have used it, nuncle, ever since thou madest thyKING LEAR
daughters thy mothers: for when thou gavest them
the rod, and put'st down thine own breeches,
SingingThen 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.
An you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipped.Fool
I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are:KING LEAR
they'll have me whipped for speaking true, thou'lt
have me whipped for lying; and sometimes I am
whipped 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' the middle: here comes one o'
Enter GONERILHow now, daughter! what makes that frontlet on?Fool
Methinks you are too much of late i' the frown.
Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need toGONERIL
care for her frowning; now thou art an O without a
figure: I am better than thou art now; I am a fool,
thou art nothing.
To GONERILYes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue; so your face
bids me, though you say nothing. Mum, mum,
He that keeps nor crust nor crum,
Weary of all, shall want some.
Pointing to KING LEARThat's a shealed peascod.
Not only, sir, this your all-licensed fool,Fool
But other of your insolent retinue
Do hourly carp and quarrel; breaking forth
In rank and not-to-be endured riots. Sir,
I had thought, by making this well known unto you,
To have found a safe redress; but now grow fearful,
By what yourself too late have spoke and done.
That you protect this course, and put it on
By your allowance; which if you should, the fault
Would not 'scape censure, nor the redresses sleep,
Which, in the tender of a wholesome weal,
Might in their working do you that offence,
Which else were shame, that then necessity
Will call discreet proceeding.
For, you trow, nuncle,KING LEAR
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long,
That it's had it head bit off by it young.
So, out went the candle, and we were left darkling.
Are you our daughter?GONERIL
I would you would make use of that good wisdom,
Whereof I know you are fraught; and put away
These dispositions, that of late transform you
From what you rightly are.
May not an ass know when the cartKING LEAR
draws the horse? Whoop, Jug! I love thee.
Doth any here know me? This is not Lear:Fool
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?
Lear's shadow.KING LEAR
I would learn that; for, by theFool
marks of sovereignty, knowledge, and reason,
I should be false persuaded I had daughters.
Which they will make an obedient father.KING LEAR
Your name, fair gentlewoman?GONERIL
This admiration, sir, is much o' the savourKING LEAR
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 graced palace. The shame itself doth speak
For instant remedy: be then desired
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,
And know themselves and you.
Darkness and devils!GONERIL
Saddle my horses; call my train together:
Degenerate bastard! I'll not trouble thee.
Yet have I left a daughter.
You strike my people; and your disorder'd rabbleKING LEAR
Make servants of their betters.
Enter ALBANYWoe, that too late repents,--ALBANY
To ALBANYO, 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!
Pray, sir, be patient.KING LEAR
[To GONERIL] Detested kite! thou liest.ALBANY
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!
That, like an engine, wrench'd my frame of nature
From the fix'd place; drew from heart all love,
And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear!
Beat at this gate, that let thy folly in,
Striking his headAnd thy dear judgment out! Go, go, my people.
My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorantKING LEAR
Of what hath moved you.
It may be so, my lord.ALBANY
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 disnatured 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!
ExitNow, gods that we adore, whereof comes this?GONERIL
Never afflict yourself to know the cause;KING LEAR
But let his disposition have that scope
That dotage gives it.
Re-enter KING LEARWhat, fifty of my followers at a clap!ALBANY
Within a fortnight!
What's the matter, sir?KING LEAR
I'll tell thee:GONERIL
To GONERILLife and death! I am ashamed
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!
The 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, it is come to this?
Let is 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.
Exeunt KING LEAR, KENT, and AttendantsDo you mark that, my lord?ALBANY
I cannot be so partial, Goneril,GONERIL
To the great love I bear you,--
Pray you, content. What, Oswald, ho!Fool
To the FoolYou, sir, more knave than fool, after your master.
Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry and take the foolGONERIL
A fox, when one has caught her,
And such a daughter,
Should sure to the slaughter,
If my cap would buy a halter:
So the fool follows after.
ExitThis man hath had good counsel:--a hundred knights!ALBANY
'Tis politic and safe to let him keep
At point a hundred knights: yes, that, on every dream,
Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike,
He may enguard his dotage with their powers,
And hold our lives in mercy. Oswald, I say!
Well, you may fear too far.GONERIL
Safer than trust too far:OSWALD
Let me still take away the harms I fear,
Not fear still to be taken: I know his heart.
What he hath utter'd I have writ my sister
If she sustain him and his hundred knights
When I have show'd the unfitness,--
Re-enter OSWALDHow now, Oswald!
What, have you writ that letter to my sister?
Take you some company, and away to horse:ALBANY
Inform her full of my particular fear;
And thereto add such reasons of your own
As may compact it more. Get you gone;
And hasten your return.
Exit OSWALDNo, no, my lord,
This milky gentleness and course of yours
Though I condemn not, yet, under pardon,
You are much more attask'd for want of wisdom
Than praised for harmful mildness.
How far your eyes may pierce I can not tell:GONERIL
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Well, well; the event.
SCENE V. Court before the same.Enter KING LEAR, KENT, and FoolKING LEARGo you before to Gloucester with these letters.KENT
Acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you
know than comes from her demand out of the letter.
If your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there afore you.
I will not sleep, my lord, till I have deliveredFool
ExitIf a man's brains were in's heels, were't not inKING LEAR
danger of kibes?
Then, I prithee, be merry; thy wit shall ne'er goKING LEAR
Ha, ha, ha!Fool
Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly;KING LEAR
for though she's as like this as a crab's like an
apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
Why, what canst thou tell, my boy?Fool
She will taste as like this as a crab does to aKING LEAR
crab. Thou canst tell why one's nose stands i'
the middle on's face?
Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose; thatKING LEAR
what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
I did her wrong--Fool
Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?KING LEAR
Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house.KING LEAR
Why, to put his head in; not to give it away to hisKING LEAR
daughters, and leave his horns without a case.
I will forget my nature. So kind a father! Be myFool
Thy asses are gone about 'em. The reason why theKING LEAR
seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty reason.
Because they are not eight?Fool
Yes, indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool.KING LEAR
To take 't again perforce! Monster ingratitude!Fool
If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'ld have thee beatenKING LEAR
for being old before thy time.
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadstKING LEAR
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heavenGentleman
Keep me in temper: I would not be mad!
Enter GentlemanHow now! are the horses ready?
Ready, my lord.KING LEAR
She that's a maid now, and laughs at my departure,
Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter.
SCENE I. GLOUCESTER's castle.Enter EDMUND, and CURAN meets himEDMUNDSave thee, Curan.CURAN
And you, sir. I have been with your father, andEDMUND
given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall and Regan
his duchess will be here with him this night.
How comes that?CURAN
Nay, I know not. You have heard of the news abroad;EDMUND
I mean the whispered ones, for they are yet but
Not I pray you, what are they?CURAN
Have you heard of no likely wars toward, 'twixt theEDMUND
Dukes of Cornwall and Albany?
Not a word.CURAN
You may do, then, in time. Fare you well, sir.EDMUND
ExitThe duke be here to-night? The better! best!EDGAR
This weaves itself perforce into my business.
My father hath set guard to take my brother;
And I have one thing, of a queasy question,
Which I must act: briefness and fortune, work!
Brother, a word; descend: brother, I say!
Enter EDGARMy father watches: O sir, fly this place;
Intelligence is given where you are hid;
You have now the good advantage of the night:
Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall?
He's coming hither: now, i' the night, i' the haste,
And Regan with him: have you nothing said
Upon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany?
I am sure on't, not a word.EDMUND
I hear my father coming: pardon me:GLOUCESTER
In cunning I must draw my sword upon you
Draw; seem to defend yourself; now quit you well.
Yield: come before my father. Light, ho, here!
Fly, brother. Torches, torches! So, farewell.
Exit EDGARSome blood drawn on me would beget opinion.
Wounds his armOf my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunkards
Do more than this in sport. Father, father!
Stop, stop! No help?
Enter GLOUCESTER, and Servants with torchesNow, Edmund, where's the villain?EDMUND
Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out,GLOUCESTER
Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon
To stand auspicious mistress,--
But where is he?EDMUND
Look, sir, I bleed.GLOUCESTER
Where is the villain, Edmund?EDMUND
Fled this way, sir. When by no means he could--GLOUCESTER
Pursue him, ho! Go after.EDMUND
Exeunt some ServantsBy no means what?
Persuade me to the murder of your lordship;GLOUCESTER
But that I told him, the revenging gods
'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend;
Spoke, with how manifold and strong a bond
The child was bound to the father; sir, in fine,
Seeing how loathly opposite I stood
To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion,
With his prepared sword, he charges home
My unprovided body, lanced mine arm:
But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits,
Bold in the quarrel's right, roused to the encounter,
Or whether gasted by the noise I made,
Full suddenly he fled.
Let him fly far:EDMUND
Not in this land shall he remain uncaught;
And found--dispatch. The noble duke my master,
My worthy arch and patron, comes to-night:
By his authority I will proclaim it,
That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks,
Bringing the murderous coward to the stake;
He that conceals him, death.
When I dissuaded him from his intent,GLOUCESTER
And found him pight to do it, with curst speech
I threaten'd to discover him: he replied,
'Thou unpossessing bastard! dost thou think,
If I would stand against thee, would the reposal
Of any trust, virtue, or worth in thee
Make thy words faith'd? No: what I should deny,--
As this I would: ay, though thou didst produce
My very character,--I'ld turn it all
To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practise:
And thou must make a dullard of the world,
If they not thought the profits of my death
Were very pregnant and potential spurs
To make thee seek it.'
Strong and fasten'd villainCORNWALL
Would he deny his letter? I never got him.
Tucket withinHark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he comes.
All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape;
The duke must grant me that: besides, his picture
I will send far and near, that all the kingdom
May have the due note of him; and of my land,
Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means
To make thee capable.
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, and AttendantsHow now, my noble friend! since I came hither,REGAN
Which I can call but now, I have heard strange news.
If it be true, all vengeance comes too shortGLOUCESTER
Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord?
O, madam, my old heart is crack'd, it's crack'd!REGAN
What, did my father's godson seek your life?GLOUCESTER
He whom my father named? your Edgar?
O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid!REGAN
Was he not companion with the riotous knightsGLOUCESTER
That tend upon my father?
I know not, madam: 'tis too bad, too bad.EDMUND
Yes, madam, he was of that consort.REGAN
No marvel, then, though he were ill affected:CORNWALL
'Tis they have put him on the old man's death,
To have the expense and waste of his revenues.
I have this present evening from my sister
Been well inform'd of them; and with such cautions,
That if they come to sojourn at my house,
I'll not be there.
Nor I, assure thee, Regan.EDMUND
Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father
A child-like office.
'Twas my duty, sir.GLOUCESTER
He did bewray his practise; and receivedCORNWALL
This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.
Is he pursued?GLOUCESTER
Ay, my good lord.CORNWALL
If he be taken, he shall never moreEDMUND
Be fear'd of doing harm: make your own purpose,
How in my strength you please. For you, Edmund,
Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant
So much commend itself, you shall be ours:
Natures of such deep trust we shall much need;
You we first seize on.
I shall serve you, sir,GLOUCESTER
Truly, however else.
For him I thank your grace.CORNWALL
You know not why we came to visit you,--REGAN
Thus out of season, threading dark-eyed night:GLOUCESTER
Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise,
Wherein we must have use of your advice:
Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister,
Of differences, which I least thought it fit
To answer from our home; the several messengers
From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend,
Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow
Your needful counsel to our business,
Which craves the instant use.
I serve you, madam:
Your graces are right welcome.
SCENE II. Before Gloucester's castle.Enter KENT and OSWALD, severallyOSWALDGood dawning to thee, friend: art of this house?KENT
Where may we set our horses?KENT
I' the mire.OSWALD
Prithee, if thou lovest me, tell me.KENT
I love thee not.OSWALD
Why, then, I care not for thee.KENT
If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make theeOSWALD
care for me.
Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.KENT
Fellow, I know thee.OSWALD
What dost thou know me for?KENT
A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; aOSWALD
base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,
hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a
lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a
bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I
will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest
the least syllable of thy addition.
Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to railKENT
on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!
What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thouOSWALD
knowest me! Is it two days ago since I tripped up
thy heels, and beat thee before the king? Draw, you
rogue: for, though it be night, yet the moon
shines; I'll make a sop o' the moonshine of you:
draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw.
Drawing his swordAway! I have nothing to do with thee.KENT
Draw, you rascal: you come with letters against theOSWALD
king; and take vanity the puppet's part against the
royalty of her father: draw, you rogue, or I'll so
carbonado your shanks: draw, you rascal; come your ways.
Help, ho! murder! help!KENT
Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand; you neatOSWALD
Beating himHelp, ho! murder! murder!EDMUND
Enter EDMUND, with his rapier drawn, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and ServantsHow now! What's the matter?KENT
With you, goodman boy, an you please: come, I'llGLOUCESTER
flesh ye; come on, young master.
Weapons! arms! What 's the matter here?CORNWALL
Keep peace, upon your lives:REGAN
He dies that strikes again. What is the matter?
The messengers from our sister and the king.CORNWALL
What is your difference? speak.OSWALD
I am scarce in breath, my lord.KENT
No marvel, you have so bestirred your valour. YouCORNWALL
cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee: a
tailor made thee.
Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man?KENT
Ay, a tailor, sir: a stone-cutter or painter couldCORNWALL
not have made him so ill, though he had been but two
hours at the trade.
Speak yet, how grew your quarrel?OSWALD
This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have sparedKENT
at suit of his gray beard,--
Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter! MyCORNWALL
lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this
unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of
a jakes with him. Spare my gray beard, you wagtail?
You beastly knave, know you no reverence?
Yes, sir; but anger hath a privilege.CORNWALL
Why art thou angry?KENT
That such a slave as this should wear a sword,CORNWALL
Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these,
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords a-twain
Which are too intrinse t' unloose; smooth every passion
That in the natures of their lords rebel;
Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters,
Knowing nought, like dogs, but following.
A plague upon your epileptic visage!
Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool?
Goose, if I had you upon Sarum plain,
I'ld drive ye cackling home to Camelot.
Why, art thou mad, old fellow?GLOUCESTER
How fell you out? say that.KENT
No contraries hold more antipathyCORNWALL
Than I and such a knave.
Why dost thou call him a knave? What's his offence?KENT
His countenance likes me not.CORNWALL
No more, perchance, does mine, nor his, nor hers.KENT
Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain:CORNWALL
I have seen better faces in my time
Than stands on any shoulder that I see
Before me at this instant.
This is some fellow,KENT
Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect
A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb
Quite from his nature: he cannot flatter, he,
An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth!
An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain.
These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness
Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends
Than twenty silly ducking observants
That stretch their duties nicely.
Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity,CORNWALL
Under the allowance of your great aspect,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On flickering Phoebus' front,--
What mean'st by this?KENT
To go out of my dialect, which youCORNWALL
discommend so much. I know, sir, I am no
flatterer: he that beguiled you in a plain
accent was a plain knave; which for my part
I will not be, though I should win your displeasure
to entreat me to 't.
What was the offence you gave him?OSWALD
I never gave him any:KENT
It pleased the king his master very late
To strike at me, upon his misconstruction;
When he, conjunct and flattering his displeasure,
Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd,
And put upon him such a deal of man,
That worthied him, got praises of the king
For him attempting who was self-subdued;
And, in the fleshment of this dread exploit,
Drew on me here again.
None of these rogues and cowardsCORNWALL
But Ajax is their fool.
Fetch forth the stocks!KENT
You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart,
We'll teach you--
Sir, I am too old to learn:CORNWALL
Call not your stocks for me: I serve the king;
On whose employment I was sent to you:
You shall do small respect, show too bold malice
Against the grace and person of my master,
Stocking his messenger.
Fetch forth the stocks! As I have life and honour,REGAN
There shall he sit till noon.
Till noon! till night, my lord; and all night too.KENT
Why, madam, if I were your father's dog,REGAN
You should not use me so.
Sir, being his knave, I will.CORNWALL
This is a fellow of the self-same colourGLOUCESTER
Our sister speaks of. Come, bring away the stocks!
Stocks brought outLet me beseech your grace not to do so:CORNWALL
His fault is much, and the good king his master
Will cheque him for 't: your purposed low correction
Is such as basest and contemned'st wretches
For pilferings and most common trespasses
Are punish'd with: the king must take it ill,
That he's so slightly valued in his messenger,
Should have him thus restrain'd.
I'll answer that.REGAN
My sister may receive it much more worse,GLOUCESTER
To have her gentleman abused, assaulted,
For following her affairs. Put in his legs.
KENT is put in the stocksCome, my good lord, away.
Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER and KENTI am sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the duke's pleasure,KENT
Whose disposition, all the world well knows,
Will not be rubb'd nor stopp'd: I'll entreat for thee.
Pray, do not, sir: I have watched and travell'd hard;GLOUCESTER
Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle.
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels:
Give you good morrow!
The duke's to blame in this; 'twill be ill taken.KENT
ExitGood king, that must approve the common saw,
Thou out of heaven's benediction comest
To the warm sun!
Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,
That by thy comfortable beams I may
Peruse this letter! Nothing almost sees miracles
But misery: I know 'tis from Cordelia,
Who hath most fortunately been inform'd
Of my obscured course; and shall find time
From this enormous state, seeking to give
Losses their remedies. All weary and o'erwatch'd,
Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
This shameful lodging.
Fortune, good night: smile once more: turn thy wheel!
SCENE III. A wood.Enter EDGAREDGARI heard myself proclaim'd;
And by the happy hollow of a tree
Escaped 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 out-face
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, sheep-cotes, and mills,
Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers,
Enforce their charity. Poor Turlygod! poor Tom!
That's something yet: Edgar I nothing am.
SCENE IV. Before GLOUCESTER's castle. KENT in the stocks.Enter KING LEAR, Fool, and GentlemanKING LEAR'Tis strange that they should so depart from home,Gentleman
And not send back my messenger.
As I learn'd,KENT
The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.
Hail to thee, noble master!KING LEAR
Makest thou this shame thy pastime?
No, my lord.Fool
Ha, ha! he wears cruel garters. Horses are tiedKING LEAR
by the heads, dogs and bears by the neck, monkeys by
the loins, and men by the legs: when a man's
over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden
What's he that hath so much thy place mistookKENT
To set thee here?
It is both he and she;KING LEAR
Your son and daughter.
No, I say.KENT
I say, yea.KING LEAR
No, no, they would not.KENT
Yes, they have.KING LEAR
By Jupiter, I swear, no.KENT
By Juno, I swear, ay.KING LEAR
They durst not do 't;KENT
They could not, would not do 't; 'tis worse than murder,
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.
My lord, when at their homeFool
I did commend your highness' letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that show'd
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Goneril his mistress salutations;
Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,
Which presently they read: on whose contents,
They summon'd up their meiny, straight took horse;
Commanded me to follow, and attend
The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks:
And meeting here the other messenger,
Whose welcome, I perceived, had poison'd mine,--
Being the very fellow that of late
Display'd so saucily against your highness,--
Having more man than wit about me, drew:
He raised the house with loud and coward cries.
Your son and daughter found this trespass worth
The shame which here it suffers.
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.KING LEAR
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 the poor.
But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours
for thy daughters as thou canst tell in a year.
O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!KENT
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,
Thy element's below! Where is this daughter?
With the earl, sir, here within.KING LEAR
Follow me not;Gentleman
ExitMade you no more offence but what you speak of?KENT
How chance the king comes with so small a train?
And thou hadst been set i' the stocks for thatKENT
question, thou hadst well deserved it.
We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach theeKENT
there's no labouring i' the winter. All that follow
their noses are led by their eyes but blind men; and
there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him
that's stinking. Let go thy hold when a great wheel
runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with
following it: but the great one that goes up the
hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man
gives thee better counsel, give me mine again: I
would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.
That sir which serves and seeks for gain,
And follows but for form,
Will pack when it begins to rain,
And leave thee in the storm,
But I will tarry; the fool will stay,
And let the wise man fly:
The knave turns fool that runs away;
The fool no knave, perdy.
Where learned you this, fool?Fool
Not i' the stocks, fool.KING LEAR
Re-enter KING LEAR with GLOUCESTERDeny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?GLOUCESTER
They have travell'd all the night? Mere fetches;
The images of revolt and flying off.
Fetch me a better answer.
My dear lord,KING LEAR
You know the fiery quality of the duke;
How unremoveable and fix'd he is
In his own course.
Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!GLOUCESTER
Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
I'ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.
Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so.KING LEAR
Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man?GLOUCESTER
Ay, my good lord.KING LEAR
The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear fatherGLOUCESTER
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 fall'n out with my more headier will,
To take the indisposed and sickly fit
For the sound man. Death on my state! wherefore
Looking on KENTShould he sit here? This act persuades me
That this remotion of the duke and her
Is practise 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.
I would have all well betwixt you.KING LEAR
ExitO me, my heart, my rising heart! but, down!Fool
Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eelsKING LEAR
when she put 'em i' the paste alive; she knapped 'em
o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cried 'Down,
wantons, down!' 'Twas her brother that, in pure
kindness to his horse, buttered his hay.
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and ServantsGood morrow to you both.CORNWALL
Hail to your grace!REGAN
KENT is set at libertyI am glad to see your highness.KING LEAR
Regan, I think you are; I know what reasonREGAN
I have to think so: if thou shouldst not be glad,
I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb,
Sepulchring an adultress.
To KENTO, 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:
Points to his heartI can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe
With how depraved a quality--O Regan!
I pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope.KING LEAR
You less know how to value her desert
Than she to scant her duty.
Say, how is that?REGAN
I cannot think my sister in the leastKING LEAR
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.
My curses on her!REGAN
O, sir, you are old.KING LEAR
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine: you should be ruled 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.
Ask her forgiveness?REGAN
Do you but mark how this becomes the house:
'Dear daughter, I confess that I am old;
KneelingAge is unnecessary: on my knees I beg
That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.'
Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks:KING LEAR
Return you to my sister.
[Rising] Never, Regan:CORNWALL
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 stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,
You taking airs, with lameness!
Fie, sir, fie!KING LEAR
You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flamesREGAN
Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
To fall and blast her pride!
O the blest gods! so will you wish on me,KING LEAR
When the rash mood is on.
No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse:REGAN
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' the kingdom hast thou not forgot,
Wherein I thee endow'd.
Good sir, to the purpose.KING LEAR
Who put my man i' the stocks?CORNWALL
Tucket withinWhat trumpet's that?REGAN
I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter,KING LEAR
That she would soon be here.
Enter OSWALDIs your lady come?
This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd prideCORNWALL
Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
Out, varlet, from my sight!
What means your grace?KING LEAR
Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hopeGONERIL
Thou didst not know on't. Who comes here? O heavens,
Enter GONERILIf 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 GONERILArt not ashamed to look upon this beard?
O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?
Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended?KING LEAR
All's not offence that indiscretion finds
And dotage terms so.
O sides, you are too tough;CORNWALL
Will you yet hold? How came my man i' the stocks?
I set him there, sir: but his own disordersKING LEAR
Deserved much less advancement.
You! did you?REGAN
I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.KING LEAR
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.
Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?GONERIL
No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
To wage against the enmity o' the 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.
Pointing at OSWALDAt your choice, sir.KING LEAR
I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad:REGAN
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.
Not altogether so:KING LEAR
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.
Is this well spoken?REGAN
I dare avouch it, sir: what, fifty followers?GONERIL
Is it not well? What should you need of more?
Yea, or so many, sith that both charge and danger
Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one house,
Should many people, under two commands,
Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible.
Why might not you, my lord, receive attendanceREGAN
From those that she calls servants or from mine?
Why not, my lord? If then they chanced to slack you,KING LEAR
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.
I gave you all--REGAN
And in good time you gave it.KING LEAR
Made you my guardians, my depositaries;REGAN
But kept a reservation to be follow'd
With such a number. What, must I come to you
With five and twenty, Regan? said you so?
And speak't again, my lord; no more with me.KING LEAR
Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd,GONERIL
When others are more wicked: not being the worst
Stands in some rank of praise.
To GONERILI'll go with thee:
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,
And thou art twice her love.
Hear me, my lord;REGAN
What need you five and twenty, ten, or five,
To follow in a house where twice so many
Have a command to tend you?
What need one?KING LEAR
O, reason not the need: our basest beggarsCORNWALL
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life's as 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 stir 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!
Exeunt KING LEAR, GLOUCESTER, KENT, and Fool
Storm and tempestLet us withdraw; 'twill be a storm.REGAN
This house is little: the old man and his peopleGONERIL
Cannot be well bestow'd.
'Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest,REGAN
And must needs taste his folly.
For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,GONERIL
But not one follower.
So am I purposed.CORNWALL
Where is my lord of Gloucester?
Follow'd the old man forth: he is return'd.GLOUCESTER
Re-enter GLOUCESTERThe king is in high rage.CORNWALL
Whither is he going?GLOUCESTER
He calls to horse; but will I know not whither.CORNWALL
'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself.GONERIL
My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.GLOUCESTER
Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak windsREGAN
Do sorely ruffle; for many miles a bout
There's scarce a bush.
O, sir, to wilful men,CORNWALL
The injuries that they themselves procure
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors:
He is attended with a desperate train;
And what they may incense him to, being apt
To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear.
Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night:
My Regan counsels well; come out o' the storm.
SCENE I. A heath.Storm still. Enter KENT and a Gentleman, meetingKENTWho's there, besides foul weather?Gentleman
One minded like the weather, most unquietly.KENT
I know you. Where's the king?Gentleman
Contending with the fretful element:KENT
Bids the winds blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell the curled water 'bove the main,
That things might change or cease; tears his white hair,
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of;
Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all.
But who is with him?Gentleman
None but the fool; who labours to out-jestKENT
His heart-struck injuries.
Sir, I do know you;Gentleman
And dare, upon the warrant of my note,
Commend a dear thing to you. There is division,
Although as yet the face of it be cover'd
With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall;
Who have--as who have not, that their great stars
Throned and set high?--servants, who seem no less,
Which are to France the spies and speculations
Intelligent of our state; what hath been seen,
Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes,
Or the hard rein which both of them have borne
Against the old kind king; or something deeper,
Whereof perchance these are but furnishings;
But, true it is, from France there comes a power
Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already,
Wise in our negligence, have secret feet
In some of our best ports, and are at point
To show their open banner. Now to you:
If on my credit you dare build so far
To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
Some that will thank you, making just report
Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
The king hath cause to plain.
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding;
And, from some knowledge and assurance, offer
This office to you.
I will talk further with you.KENT
No, do not.Gentleman
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out-wall, open this purse, and take
What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia,--
As fear not but you shall,--show her this ring;
And she will tell you who your fellow is
That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm!
I will go seek the king.
Give me your hand: have you no more to say?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.
SCENE II. Another part of the heath. Storm still.Enter KING LEAR and FoolKING LEARBlow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!Fool
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!
O nuncle, court holy-water in a dryKING LEAR
house is better than this rain-water out o' door.
Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing:
here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool.
Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!Fool
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 despised old man:
But yet I call you servile ministers,
That have with two pernicious daughters join'd
Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head
So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul!
He that has a house to put's head in has a goodKING LEAR
The cod-piece 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.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience;KENT
I will say nothing.
Enter KENTWho's there?Fool
Marry, here's grace and a cod-piece; that's a wiseKENT
man and a fool.
Alas, sir, are you here? things that love nightKING LEAR
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
The affliction nor the fear.
Let the great gods,KENT
That keep this dreadful pother 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 perjured, and thou simular man of virtue
That art incestuous: caitiff, to pieces shake,
That under covert and convenient seeming
Hast practised 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.
Alack, bare-headed!KING LEAR
Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest:
Repose you there; while I to this hard house--
More harder than the stones whereof 'tis raised;
Which even but now, demanding after you,
Denied me to come in--return, and force
Their scanted courtesy.
My wits begin to turn.Fool
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,
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
That's sorry yet for thee.
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.
True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this hovel.Fool
Exeunt KING LEAR and KENTThis is a brave night to cool a courtezan.
I'll speak a prophecy ere I go:
When priests are more in word than matter;
When brewers mar their malt with water;
When nobles are their tailors' tutors;
No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors;
When every case in law is right;
No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;
When slanders do not live in tongues;
Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;
When usurers tell their gold i' the field;
And bawds and whores do churches build;
Then shall the realm of Albion
Come to great confusion:
Then comes the time, who lives to see't,
That going shall be used with feet.
This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time.
SCENE III. Gloucester's castle.Enter GLOUCESTER and EDMUNDGLOUCESTERAlack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnaturalEDMUND
dealing. When I desire their leave that I might
pity him, they took from me the use of mine own
house; charged me, on pain of their perpetual
displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for
him, nor any way sustain him.
Most savage and unnatural!GLOUCESTER
Go to; say you nothing. There's a division betwixtEDMUND
the dukes; and a worse matter than that: I have
received a letter this night; 'tis dangerous to be
spoken; I have locked the letter in my closet:
these injuries the king now bears will be revenged
home; there's part of a power already footed: we
must incline to the king. I will seek him, and
privily relieve him: go you and maintain talk with
the duke, that my charity be not of him perceived:
if he ask for me. I am ill, and gone to bed.
Though I die for it, as no less is threatened me,
the king my old master must be relieved. There is
some strange thing toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful.
ExitThis courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke
Instantly know; and of that letter too:
This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me
That which my father loses; no less than all:
The younger rises when the old doth fall.
SCENE IV. The heath. Before a hovel.Enter KING LEAR, KENT, and FoolKENTHere is the place, my lord; good my lord, enter:KING LEAR
The tyranny of the open night's too rough
For nature to endure.
Storm stillLet me alone.KENT
Good my lord, enter here.KING LEAR
Wilt break my heart?KENT
I had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter.KING LEAR
Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious stormKENT
Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee;
But where the greater malady is fix'd,
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'ldst shun a bear;
But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea,
Thou'ldst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the
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.
Good my lord, enter here.KING LEAR
Prithee, go in thyself: seek thine own ease:EDGAR
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in.
To the FoolIn, boy; go first. You houseless poverty,--
Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.
Fool goes inPoor naked wretches, whereso'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.
[Within] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom!Fool
The Fool runs out from the hovelCome not in here, nuncle, here's a spiritKENT
Help me, help me!
Give me thy hand. Who's there?Fool
A spirit, a spirit: he says his name's poor Tom.KENT
What art thou that dost grumble there i' the straw?EDGAR
Enter EDGAR disguised as a mad manAway! the foul fiend follows me!KING LEAR
Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind.
Hum! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
Hast thou given all to thy two daughters?EDGAR
And art thou come to this?
Who gives any thing to poor Tom? whom the foulKING LEAR
fiend hath led through fire and through flame, and
through ford and whirlipool e'er bog and quagmire;
that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters
in his pew; set ratsbane by his porridge; made film
proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting-horse over
four-inched bridges, to course his own shadow for a
traitor. Bless thy five wits! Tom's a-cold,--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.
Storm stillWhat, have his daughters brought him to this pass?Fool
Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give them all?
Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all shamed.KING LEAR
Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous airKENT
Hang fated o'er men's faults light on thy daughters!
He hath no daughters, sir.KING LEAR
Death, traitor! nothing could have subdued natureEDGAR
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.
Pillicock sat on Pillicock-hill:Fool
Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.EDGAR
Take heed o' the foul fiend: obey thy parents;KING LEAR
keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with
man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud
array. Tom's a-cold.
What hast thou been?EDGAR
A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curledKING LEAR
my hair; wore gloves in my cap; served 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 waked to do it:
wine loved I deeply, dice dearly: and in woman
out-paramoured 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 brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen
from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend.
Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind:
Says suum, mun, ha, no, nonny.
Dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa! let him trot by.
Storm stillWhy, thou wert better in thy grave than to answerFool
with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies.
Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou
owest 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.
Tearing off his clothesPrithee, nuncle, be contented; 'tis a naughty nightEDGAR
to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were
like an old lecher's heart; a small spark, all the
rest on's body cold. Look, here comes a walking fire.
Enter GLOUCESTER, with a torchThis is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he beginsKENT
at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives
the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the
hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the
poor creature of earth.
S. Withold footed thrice the old;
He met the night-mare, and her nine-fold;
Bid her alight,
And her troth plight,
And, aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!
How fares your grace?KING LEAR
Who's there? What is't you seek?GLOUCESTER
What are you there? Your names?EDGAR
Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the toad,GLOUCESTER
the tadpole, the wall-newt and the water; that in
the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages,
eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old rat and
the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the
standing pool; who is whipped from tithing to
tithing, and stock- punished, and imprisoned; who
hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to his
body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear;
But mice and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Beware my follower. Peace, Smulkin; peace, thou fiend!
What, hath your grace no better company?EDGAR
The prince of darkness is a gentleman:GLOUCESTER
Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.
Our flesh and blood is grown so vile, my lord,EDGAR
That it doth hate what gets it.
Poor Tom's a-cold.GLOUCESTER
Go in with me: my duty cannot sufferKING LEAR
To 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 ventured to come seek you out,
And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
First let me talk with this philosopher.KENT
What is the cause of thunder?
Good my lord, take his offer; go into the house.KING LEAR
I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.EDGAR
What is your study?
How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin.KING LEAR
Let me ask you one word in private.KENT
Importune him once more to go, my lord;GLOUCESTER
His wits begin to unsettle.
Canst thou blame him?KING LEAR
Storm stillHis 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 loved him, friend;
No father his son dearer: truth to tell thee,
The grief hath crazed my wits. What a night's this!
I do beseech your grace,--
O, cry your mercy, sir.EDGAR
Noble philosopher, your company.
In, fellow, there, into the hovel: keep thee warm.KING LEAR
Come let's in all.KENT
This way, my lord.KING LEAR
I will keep still with my philosopher.
Good my lord, soothe him; let him take the fellow.GLOUCESTER
Take him you on.KENT
Sirrah, come on; go along with us.KING LEAR
Come, good Athenian.GLOUCESTER
No words, no words: hush.EDGAR
Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still,--Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.
SCENE V. Gloucester's castle.Enter CORNWALL and EDMUNDCORNWALLI will have my revenge ere I depart his house.EDMUND
How, my lord, I may be censured, that nature thusCORNWALL
gives way to loyalty, something fears me to think
I now perceive, it was not altogether yourEDMUND
brother's evil disposition made him seek his death;
but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reprovable
badness in himself.
How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent toCORNWALL
be just! This is the letter he spoke of, which
approves him an intelligent party to the advantages
of France: O heavens! that this treason were not,
or not I the detector!
o with me to the duchess.EDMUND
If the matter of this paper be certain, you haveCORNWALL
mighty business in hand.
True or false, it hath made thee earl ofEDMUND
Gloucester. Seek out where thy father is, that he
may be ready for our apprehension.
[Aside] If I find him comforting the king, it willCORNWALL
stuff his suspicion more fully.--I will persevere in
my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore
between that and my blood.
I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt find a
dearer father in my love.
SCENE VI. A chamber in a farmhouse adjoining the castle.Enter GLOUCESTER, KING LEAR, KENT, Fool, and EDGARGLOUCESTERHere is better than the open air; take itKENT
thankfully. I will piece out the comfort with what
addition I can: I will not be long from you.
All the power of his wits have given way to hisEDGAR
impatience: the gods reward your kindness!
Exit GLOUCESTERFrateretto calls me; and tells meFool
Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness.
Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.
Prithee, nuncle, tell me whether a madman be aKING LEAR
gentleman or a yeoman?
A king, a king!Fool
No, he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son;KING LEAR
for he's a mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman
To have a thousand with red burning spitsEDGAR
Come hissing in upon 'em,--
The foul fiend bites my back.Fool
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, aKING LEAR
horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.
It shall be done; I will arraign them straight.EDGAR
To EDGARCome, sit thou here, most learned justicer;
To the FoolThou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she foxes!
Look, where he stands and glares!Fool
Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam?
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me,--
Her boat hath a leak,EDGAR
And she must not speak
Why she dares not come over to thee.
The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of aKENT
nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two
white herring. Croak not, black angel; I have no
food for thee.
How do you, sir? Stand you not so amazed:KING LEAR
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?
I'll see their trial first. Bring in the evidence.EDGAR
To EDGARThou robed man of justice, take thy place;
To the FoolAnd thou, his yoke-fellow of equity,
Bench by his side:
To KENTyou are o' the commission,
Sit you too.
Let us deal justly.KING LEAR
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.
Pur! the cat is gray.
Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take myFool
oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the
poor king her father.
Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?KING LEAR
She cannot deny it.Fool
Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.KING LEAR
And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaimEDGAR
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?
Bless thy five wits!KENT
O pity! Sir, where is the patience now,EDGAR
That thou so oft have boasted to retain?
[Aside] My tears begin to take his part so much,KING LEAR
They'll mar my counterfeiting.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, andEDGAR
Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs!KING LEAR
Be thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, grey-hound, mongrel grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
Or bobtail tike 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.
Then let them anatomize Regan; see what breedsKENT
about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that
makes these hard hearts?
To EDGARYou, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only I
do not like the fashion of your garments: you will
say they are Persian attire: but let them be changed.
Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.KING LEAR
Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains:Fool
so, so, so. We'll go to supper i' he morning. So, so, so.
And I'll go to bed at noon.GLOUCESTER
Re-enter GLOUCESTERCome hither, friend: where is the king my master?KENT
Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits are gone.GLOUCESTER
Good friend, I prithee, take him in thy arms;KENT
I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him:
There is a litter ready; lay him in 't,
And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master:
If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life,
With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
Stand in assured loss: take up, take up;
And follow me, that will to some provision
Give thee quick conduct.
Oppressed nature sleeps:GLOUCESTER
This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses,
Which, if convenience will not allow,
Stand in hard cure.
To the FoolCome, help to bear thy master;
Thou must not stay behind.
Come, come, away.EDGAR
Exeunt all but EDGARWhen we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who alone suffers suffers most i' the mind,
Leaving free things and happy shows behind:
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er skip,
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
How light and portable my pain seems now,
When that which makes me bend makes the king bow,
He childed as I father'd! Tom, away!
Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray,
When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee,
In thy just proof, repeals and reconciles thee.
What will hap more to-night, safe 'scape the king!
SCENE VII. Gloucester's castle.Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and ServantsCORNWALLPost speedily to my lord your husband; show himREGAN
this letter: the army of France is landed. Seek
out the villain Gloucester.
Exeunt some of the ServantsHang him instantly.GONERIL
Pluck out his eyes.CORNWALL
Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you ourOSWALD
sister company: the revenges we are bound to take
upon your traitorous father are not fit for your
beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to
a most festinate preparation: we are bound to the
like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligent
betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister: farewell, my
lord of Gloucester.
Enter OSWALDHow now! where's the king?
My lord of Gloucester hath convey'd him hence:CORNWALL
Some five or six and thirty of his knights,
Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;
Who, with some other of the lords dependants,
Are gone with him towards Dover; where they boast
To have well-armed friends.
Get horses for your mistress.GONERIL
Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.CORNWALL
Exeunt GONERIL, EDMUND, and OSWALDGo seek the traitor Gloucester,
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us.
Exeunt other ServantsThough well we may not pass upon his life
Without the form of justice, yet our power
Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men
May blame, but not control. Who's there? the traitor?
Enter GLOUCESTER, brought in by two or threeIngrateful fox! 'tis he.CORNWALL
Bind fast his corky arms.GLOUCESTER
What mean your graces? Good my friends, considerCORNWALL
You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.
Bind him, I say.REGAN
Servants bind himHard, hard. O filthy traitor!GLOUCESTER
Unmerciful lady as you are, I'm none.CORNWALL
To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find--GLOUCESTER
REGAN plucks his beardBy the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly doneREGAN
To pluck me by the beard.
So white, and such a traitor!GLOUCESTER
These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin,
Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host:
With robbers' hands my hospitable favours
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?
Come, sir, what letters had you late from France?REGAN
Be simple answerer, for we know the truth.CORNWALL
And what confederacy have you with the traitorsREGAN
Late footed in the kingdom?
To whose hands have you sent the lunatic king? Speak.GLOUCESTER
I have a letter guessingly set down,CORNWALL
Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
And not from one opposed.
Where hast thou sent the king?GLOUCESTER
Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charged at peril--CORNWALL
Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that.GLOUCESTER
I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.REGAN
Wherefore to Dover, sir?GLOUCESTER
Because I would not see thy cruel nailsCORNWALL
Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night endured, would have buoy'd up,
And quench'd the stelled fires:
Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain.
If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,
Thou shouldst have said 'Good porter, turn the key,'
All cruels else subscribed: but I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.
See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair.GLOUCESTER
Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
He that will think to live till he be old,REGAN
Give me some help! O cruel! O you gods!
One side will mock another; the other too.CORNWALL
If you see vengeance,--First Servant
Hold your hand, my lord:REGAN
I have served you ever since I was a child;
But better service have I never done you
Than now to bid you hold.
How now, you dog!First Servant
If you did wear a beard upon your chin,CORNWALL
I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?
My villain!First Servant
They draw and fightNay, then, come on, and take the chance of anger.REGAN
Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus!First Servant
Takes a sword, and runs at him behindO, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye leftCORNWALL
To see some mischief on him. O!
DiesLest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly!GLOUCESTER
Where is thy lustre now?
All dark and comfortless. Where's my son Edmund?REGAN
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,
To quit this horrid act.
Out, treacherous villain!GLOUCESTER
Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.
O my follies! then Edgar was abused.REGAN
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!
Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smellCORNWALL
His way to Dover.
Exit one with GLOUCESTERHow is't, my lord? how look you?
I have received a hurt: follow me, lady.Second Servant
Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave
Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed apace:
Untimely comes this hurt: give me your arm.
Exit CORNWALL, led by REGANI'll never care what wickedness I do,Third Servant
If this man come to good.
If she live long,Second Servant
And in the end meet the old course of death,
Women will all turn monsters.
Let's follow the old earl, and get the BedlamThird Servant
To lead him where he would: his roguish madness
Allows itself to any thing.
Go thou: I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs
To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him!
SCENE I. The heath.Enter EDGAREDGARYet better thus, and known to be contemn'd,Old Man
Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,
The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune,
Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear:
The lamentable change is from the best;
The worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then,
Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace!
The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst
Owes nothing to thy blasts. But who comes here?
Enter GLOUCESTER, led by an Old ManMy father, poorly led? World, world, O world!
But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,
Lie would not yield to age.
O, my good lord, I have been your tenant, andGLOUCESTER
your father's tenant, these fourscore years.
Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone:Old Man
Thy comforts can do me no good at all;
Thee they may hurt.
Alack, sir, you cannot see your way.GLOUCESTER
I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;Old Man
I stumbled when I saw: full oft 'tis seen,
Our means secure us, and our mere defects
Prove our commodities. O dear son Edgar,
The food of thy abused father's wrath!
Might I but live to see thee in my touch,
I'ld say I had eyes again!
How now! Who's there?EDGAR
[Aside] O gods! Who is't can say 'I am atOld Man
I am worse than e'er I was.
'Tis poor mad Tom.EDGAR
[Aside] And worse I may be yet: the worst is notOld Man
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'
Fellow, where goest?GLOUCESTER
Is it a beggar-man?Old Man
Madman and beggar too.GLOUCESTER
He has some reason, else he could not beg.EDGAR
I' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw;
Which made me think a man a worm: my son
Came then into my mind; and yet my mind
Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods.
They kill us for their sport.
[Aside] How should this be?GLOUCESTER
Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow,
Angering itself and others.--Bless thee, master!
Is that the naked fellow?Old Man
Ay, my lord.GLOUCESTER
Then, prithee, get thee gone: if, for my sake,Old Man
Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain,
I' the way toward Dover, do it for ancient love;
And bring some covering for this naked soul,
Who I'll entreat to lead me.
Alack, sir, he is mad.GLOUCESTER
'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.Old Man
Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure;
Above the rest, be gone.
I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have,GLOUCESTER
Come on't what will.
ExitSirrah, naked fellow,--EDGAR
Poor Tom's a-cold.GLOUCESTER
AsideI cannot daub it further.
Come hither, fellow.EDGAR
[Aside] And yet I must.--Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.GLOUCESTER
Know'st thou the way to Dover?EDGAR
Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot-path. PoorGLOUCESTER
Tom hath been scared out of his good wits: bless
thee, good man's son, from the foul fiend! five
fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, as
Obidicut; Hobbididence, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of
stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of
mopping and mowing, who since possesses chambermaids
and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master!
Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plaguesEDGAR
Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched
Makes thee the happier: heavens, deal so still!
Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man,
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;
So distribution should undo excess,
And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?
There is a cliff, whose high and bending headEDGAR
Looks fearfully in the confined deep:
Bring me but to the very brim of it,
And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear
With something rich about me: from that place
I shall no leading need.
Give me thy arm:
Poor Tom shall lead thee.
SCENE II. Before ALBANY's palace.Enter GONERIL and EDMUNDGONERILWelcome, my lord: I marvel our mild husbandOSWALD
Not met us on the way.
Enter OSWALDNow, where's your master'?
Madam, within; but never man so changed.GONERIL
I told him of the army that was landed;
He smiled at it: I told him you were coming:
His answer was 'The worse:' of Gloucester's treachery,
And of the loyal service of his son,
When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot,
And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out:
What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him;
What like, offensive.
[To EDMUND] Then shall you go no further.EDMUND
It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs
Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way
May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother;
Hasten his musters and conduct his powers:
I must change arms at home, and give the distaff
Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant
Shall pass between us: ere long you are like to hear,
If you dare venture in your own behalf,
A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech;
Giving a favourDecline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak,
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air:
Conceive, and fare thee well.
Yours in the ranks of death.GONERIL
My most dear Gloucester!OSWALD
Exit EDMUNDO, the difference of man and man!
To thee a woman's services are due:
My fool usurps my body.
Madam, here comes my lord.GONERIL
Enter ALBANYI have been worth the whistle.ALBANY
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face. I fear your disposition:
That nature, which contemns its origin,
Cannot be border'd certain in itself;
She that herself will sliver and disbranch
From her material sap, perforce must wither
And come to deadly use.
No more; the text is foolish.ALBANY
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile:GONERIL
Filths savour but themselves. What have you done?
Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd?
A father, and a gracious aged man,
Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear would lick,
Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded.
Could my good brother suffer you to do it?
A man, a prince, by him so benefited!
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
It will come,
Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Like monsters of the deep.
That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st
Fools do those villains pity who are punish'd
Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum?
France spreads his banners in our noiseless land;
With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats;
Whiles thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and criest
'Alack, why does he so?'
See thyself, devil!GONERIL
Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
So horrid as in woman.
O vain fool!ALBANY
Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame,GONERIL
Be-monster not thy feature. Were't my fitness
To let these hands obey my blood,
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
Thy flesh and bones: howe'er thou art a fiend,
A woman's shape doth shield thee.
Marry, your manhood now--ALBANY
Enter a MessengerWhat news?Messenger
O, my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead:ALBANY
Slain by his servant, going to put out
The other eye of Gloucester.
A servant that he bred, thrill'd with remorse,ALBANY
Opposed against the act, bending his sword
To his great master; who, thereat enraged,
Flew on him, and amongst them fell'd him dead;
But not without that harmful stroke, which since
Hath pluck'd him after.
This shows you are above,Messenger
You justicers, that these our nether crimes
So speedily can venge! But, O poor Gloucester!
Lost he his other eye?
Both, both, my lord.GONERIL
This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer;
'Tis from your sister.
[Aside] One way I like this well;ALBANY
But being widow, and my Gloucester with her,
May all the building in my fancy pluck
Upon my hateful life: another way,
The news is not so tart.--I'll read, and answer.
ExitWhere was his son when they did take his eyes?Messenger
Come with my lady hither.ALBANY
He is not here.Messenger
No, my good lord; I met him back again.ALBANY
Knows he the wickedness?Messenger
Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd against him;ALBANY
And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment
Might have the freer course.
Gloucester, I live
To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king,
And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend:
Tell me what more thou know'st.
SCENE III. The French camp near Dover.Enter KENT and a GentlemanKENTWhy the King of France is so suddenly gone backGentleman
know you the reason?
Something he left imperfect in theKENT
state, which since his coming forth is thought
of; which imports to the kingdom so much
fear and danger, that his personal return was
most required and necessary.
Who hath he left behind him general?Gentleman
The Marshal of France, Monsieur La Far.KENT
Did your letters pierce the queen to anyGentleman
demonstration of grief?
Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my presence;KENT
And now and then an ample tear trill'd down
Her delicate cheek: it seem'd she was a queen
Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,
Sought to be king o'er her.
O, then it moved her.Gentleman
Not to a rage: patience and sorrow stroveKENT
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears
Were like a better way: those happy smilets,
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. In brief,
Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved,
If all could so become it.
Made she no verbal question?Gentleman
'Faith, once or twice she heaved the name of 'father'KENT
Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart:
Cried 'Sisters! sisters! Shame of ladies! sisters!
Kent! father! sisters! What, i' the storm? i' the night?
Let pity not be believed!' There she shook
The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
And clamour moisten'd: then away she started
To deal with grief alone.
It is the stars,Gentleman
The stars above us, govern our conditions;
Else one self mate and mate could not beget
Such different issues. You spoke not with her since?
Was this before the king return'd?Gentleman
Well, sir, the poor distressed Lear's i' the town;Gentleman
Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers
What we are come about, and by no means
Will yield to see his daughter.
Why, good sir?KENT
A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own unkindness,Gentleman
That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
To his dog-hearted daughters, these things sting
His mind so venomously, that burning shame
Detains him from Cordelia.
Alack, poor gentleman!KENT
Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you heard not?Gentleman
'Tis so, they are afoot.KENT
Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear,
And leave you to attend him: some dear cause
Will in concealment wrap me up awhile;
When I am known aright, you shall not grieve
Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go
Along with me.
SCENE IV. The same. A tent.Enter, with drum and colours, CORDELIA, Doctor, and SoldiersCORDELIAAlack, 'tis he: why, he was met even nowDoctor
As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds,
With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn. A century send forth;
Search every acre in the high-grown field,
And bring him to our eye.
Exit an OfficerWhat can man's wisdom
In the restoring his bereaved sense?
He that helps him take all my outward worth.
There is means, madam:CORDELIA
Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,
Are many simples operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguish.
All blest secrets,Messenger
All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears! be aidant and remediate
In the good man's distress! Seek, seek for him;
Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life
That wants the means to lead it.
Enter a MessengerNews, madam;CORDELIA
The British powers are marching hitherward.
'Tis known before; our preparation stands
In expectation of them. O dear father,
It is thy business that I go about;
Therefore great France
My mourning and important tears hath pitied.
No blown ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our aged father's right:
Soon may I hear and see him!
SCENE V. Gloucester's castle.Enter REGAN and OSWALDREGANBut are my brother's powers set forth?OSWALD
Himself in person there?OSWALD
Madam, with much ado:REGAN
Your sister is the better soldier.
Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home?OSWALD
What might import my sister's letter to him?OSWALD
I know not, lady.REGAN
'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.OSWALD
It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out,
To let him live: where he arrives he moves
All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his misery, to dispatch
His nighted life: moreover, to descry
The strength o' the enemy.
I must needs after him, madam, with my letter.REGAN
Our troops set forth to-morrow: stay with us;OSWALD
The ways are dangerous.
I may not, madam:REGAN
My lady charged my duty in this business.
Why should she write to Edmund? Might not youOSWALD
Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Something--I know not what: I'll love thee much,
Let me unseal the letter.
Madam, I had rather--REGAN
I know your lady does not love her husband;OSWALD
I am sure of that: and at her late being here
She gave strange oeillades and most speaking looks
To noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.
I speak in understanding; you are; I know't:OSWALD
Therefore I do advise you, take this note:
My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd;
And more convenient is he for my hand
Than for your lady's: you may gather more.
If you do find him, pray you, give him this;
And when your mistress hears thus much from you,
I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her.
So, fare you well.
If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.
Would I could meet him, madam! I should showREGAN
What party I do follow.
Fare thee well.
SCENE VI. Fields near Dover.Enter GLOUCESTER, and EDGAR dressed like a peasantGLOUCESTERWhen shall we come to the top of that same hill?EDGAR
You do climb up it now: look, how we labour.GLOUCESTER
Methinks the ground is even.EDGAR
Hark, do you hear the sea?
Why, then, your other senses grow imperfectGLOUCESTER
By your eyes' anguish.
So may it be, indeed:EDGAR
Methinks thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st
In better phrase and matter than thou didst.
You're much deceived: in nothing am I changedGLOUCESTER
But in my garments.
Methinks you're better spoken.EDGAR
Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearfulGLOUCESTER
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,
Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy
Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge,
That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more;
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.
Set me where you stand.EDGAR
Give me your hand: you are now within a footGLOUCESTER
Of the extreme verge: for all beneath the moon
Would I not leap upright.
Let go my hand.EDGAR
Here, friend, 's another purse; in it a jewel
Well worth a poor man's taking: fairies and gods
Prosper it with thee! Go thou farther off;
Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.
Now fare you well, good sir.GLOUCESTER
With all my heart.EDGAR
Why I do trifle thus with his despairGLOUCESTER
Is done to cure it.
[Kneeling] O you mighty gods!EDGAR
This world I do renounce, and, in your sights,
Shake patiently my great affliction off:
If I could bear it longer, and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathed part of nature should
Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O, bless him!
Now, fellow, fare thee well.
He falls forwardGone, sir: farewell.GLOUCESTER
And yet I know not how conceit may rob
The treasury of life, when life itself
Yields to the theft: had he been where he thought,
By this, had thought been past. Alive or dead?
Ho, you sir! friend! Hear you, sir! speak!
Thus might he pass indeed: yet he revives.
What are you, sir?
Away, and let me die.EDGAR
Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,GLOUCESTER
So many fathom down precipitating,
Thou'dst shiver'd like an egg: but thou dost breathe;
Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art sound.
Ten masts at each make not the altitude
Which thou hast perpendicularly fell:
Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again.
But have I fall'n, or no?EDGAR
From the dread summit of this chalky bourn.GLOUCESTER
Look up a-height; the shrill-gorged lark so far
Cannot be seen or heard: do but look up.
Alack, I have no eyes.EDGAR
Is wretchedness deprived that benefit,
To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort,
When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage,
And frustrate his proud will.
Give me your arm:GLOUCESTER
Up: so. How is 't? Feel you your legs? You stand.
Too well, too well.EDGAR
This is above all strangeness.GLOUCESTER
Upon the crown o' the cliff, what thing was that
Which parted from you?
A poor unfortunate beggar.EDGAR
As I stood here below, methought his eyesGLOUCESTER
Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,
Horns whelk'd and waved like the enridged sea:
It was some fiend; therefore, thou happy father,
Think that the clearest gods, who make them honours
Of men's impossibilities, have preserved thee.
I do remember now: henceforth I'll bearEDGAR
Affliction till it do cry out itself
'Enough, enough,' and die. That thing you speak of,
I took it for a man; often 'twould say
'The fiend, the fiend:' he led me to that place.
Bear free and patient thoughts. But who comes here?KING LEAR
Enter KING LEAR, fantastically dressed with wild flowersThe safer sense will ne'er accommodate
His master thus.
No, they cannot touch me for coining; I am theEDGAR
O thou side-piercing sight!KING LEAR
Nature's above art in that respect. There's yourEDGAR
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' the clout, i' the clout: hewgh!
Give the word.
Sweet marjoram.KING LEAR
I know that voice.KING LEAR
Ha! Goneril, with a white beard! They flatteredGLOUCESTER
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 every thing that 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 every
thing; 'tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
The trick of that voice I do well remember:KING LEAR
Is 't not the king?
Ay, every inch a king:GLOUCESTER
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 simpering dame,
Whose face between her forks presages 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 fiends';
There's hell, there's darkness, there's the
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.
O, let me kiss that hand!KING LEAR
Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.GLOUCESTER
O ruin'd piece of nature! This great worldKING LEAR
Shall so wear out to nought. Dost thou know me?
I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squinyGLOUCESTER
at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid! I'll not
love. Read thou this challenge; mark but the
penning of it.
Were all the letters suns, I could not see one.EDGAR
I would not take this from report; it is,KING LEAR
And my heart breaks at it.
What, with the case of eyes?KING LEAR
O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in yourGLOUCESTER
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.
I see it feelingly.KING LEAR
What, art mad? A man may see how this world goesGLOUCESTER
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?
Ay, sir.KING LEAR
And the creature run from the cur? There thouEDGAR
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 lust'st to use her in that kind
For which thou whipp'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 pigmy'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 the 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.
O, matter and impertinency mix'd! Reason in madness!KING LEAR
If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.GLOUCESTER
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.
Alack, alack the day!KING LEAR
When we are born, we cry that we are comeGentleman
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!
Enter a Gentleman, with AttendantsO, here he is: lay hand upon him. Sir,KING LEAR
Your most dear daughter--
No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am evenGentleman
The natural fool of fortune. Use me well;
You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons;
I am cut to the brains.
You shall have any thing.KING LEAR
No seconds? all myself?Gentleman
Why, this would make a man a man of salt,
To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Ay, and laying autumn's dust.
Good sir,--KING LEAR
I will die bravely, like a bridegroom. What!Gentleman
I will be jovial: come, come; I am a king,
My masters, know you that.
You are a royal one, and we obey you.KING LEAR
Then there's life in't. Nay, if you get it, youGentleman
shall get it with running. Sa, sa, sa, sa.
Exit running; Attendants followA sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch,EDGAR
Past speaking of in a king! Thou hast one daughter,
Who redeems nature from the general curse
Which twain have brought her to.
Hail, gentle sir.Gentleman
Sir, speed you: what's your will?EDGAR
Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward?Gentleman
Most sure and vulgar: every one hears that,EDGAR
Which can distinguish sound.
But, by your favour,Gentleman
How near's the other army?
Near and on speedy foot; the main descryEDGAR
Stands on the hourly thought.
I thank you, sir: that's all.Gentleman
Though that the queen on special cause is here,EDGAR
Her army is moved on.
I thank you, sir.GLOUCESTER
Exit GentlemanYou ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me:EDGAR
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please!
Well pray you, father.GLOUCESTER
Now, good sir, what are you?EDGAR
A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows;GLOUCESTER
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand,
I'll lead you to some biding.
The bounty and the benison of heaven
To boot, and boot!
Enter OSWALDA proclaim'd prize! Most happy!GLOUCESTER
That eyeless head of thine was first framed flesh
To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember: the sword is out
That must destroy thee.
Now let thy friendly handOSWALD
Put strength enough to't.
EDGAR interposesWherefore, bold peasant,EDGAR
Darest thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence;
Lest that the infection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.
Ch'ill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion.OSWALD
Let go, slave, or thou diest!EDGAR
Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volkOSWALD
pass. An chud ha' bin zwaggered out of my life,
'twould not ha' bin zo long as 'tis by a vortnight.
Nay, come not near th' old man; keep out, che vor
ye, or ise try whether your costard or my ballow be
the harder: ch'ill be plain with you.
Ch'ill pick your teeth, zir: come; no matter vorOSWALD
They fight, and EDGAR knocks him downSlave, thou hast slain me: villain, take my purse:EDGAR
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body;
And give the letters which thou find'st about me
To Edmund earl of Gloucester; seek him out
Upon the British party: O, untimely death!
DiesI know thee well: a serviceable villain;GLOUCESTER
As duteous to the vices of thy mistress
As badness would desire.
What, is he dead?EDGAR
Sit you down, father; rest youGLOUCESTER
Let's see these pockets: the letters that he speaks of
May be my friends. He's dead; I am only sorry
He had no other death's-man. Let us see:
Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not:
To know our enemies' minds, we'ld rip their hearts;
Their papers, is more lawful.
Reads'Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You have
many opportunities to cut him off: if your will
want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered.
There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror:
then am I the prisoner, and his bed my goal; from
the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply
the place for your labour.
'Your--wife, so I would say--
O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!
A plot upon her virtuous husband's life;
And the exchange my brother! Here, in the sands,
Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified
Of murderous lechers: and in the mature time
With this ungracious paper strike the sight
Of the death practised duke: for him 'tis well
That of thy death and business I can tell.
The king is mad: how stiff is my vile sense,EDGAR
That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract:
So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs,
And woes by wrong imaginations lose
The knowledge of themselves.
Give me your hand:
Drum afar offFar off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum:
Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend.
SCENE VII. A tent in the French camp. LEAR on a bed asleep,soft music playing; Gentleman, and others attending.CORDELIA
Enter CORDELIA, KENT, and DoctorO thou good Kent, how shall I live and work,KENT
To match thy goodness? My life will be too short,
And every measure fail me.
To be acknowledged, madam, is o'erpaid.CORDELIA
All my reports go with the modest truth;
Nor more nor clipp'd, but so.
Be better suited:KENT
These weeds are memories of those worser hours:
I prithee, put them off.
Pardon me, dear madam;CORDELIA
Yet to be known shortens my made intent:
My boon I make it, that you know me not
Till time and I think meet.
Then be't so, my good lord.Doctor
To the DoctorHow does the king?
Madam, sleeps still.CORDELIA
O you kind gods,Doctor
Cure this great breach in his abused nature!
The untuned and jarring senses, O, wind up
Of this child-changed father!
So please your majestyCORDELIA
That we may wake the king: he hath slept long.
Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceedGentleman
I' the sway of your own will. Is he array'd?
Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleepDoctor
We put fresh garments on him.
Be by, good madam, when we do awake him;CORDELIA
I doubt not of his temperance.
Please you, draw near. Louder the music there!CORDELIA
O my dear father! Restoration hangKENT
Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss
Repair those violent harms that my two sisters
Have in thy reverence made!
Kind and dear princess!CORDELIA
Had you not been their father, these white flakesDoctor
Had challenged pity of them. Was this a face
To be opposed against the warring winds?
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick, cross lightning? to watch--poor perdu!--
With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn,
In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once
Had not concluded all. He wakes; speak to him.
Madam, do you; 'tis fittest.CORDELIA
How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty?KING LEAR
You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave:CORDELIA
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like moulten lead.
Sir, do you know me?KING LEAR
You are a spirit, I know: when did you die?CORDELIA
Still, still, far wide!Doctor
He's scarce awake: let him alone awhile.KING LEAR
Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight?CORDELIA
I am mightily abused. 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 assured
Of my condition!
O, look upon me, sir,KING LEAR
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me:
No, sir, you must not kneel.
Pray, do not mock me:CORDELIA
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.
And so I am, I am.KING LEAR
Be your tears wet? yes, 'faith. I pray, weep not:CORDELIA
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.
No cause, no cause.KING LEAR
Am I in France?KENT
In your own kingdom, sir.KING LEAR
Do not abuse me.Doctor
Be comforted, good madam: the great rage,CORDELIA
You see, is kill'd in him: and yet it is danger
To make him even o'er the time he has lost.
Desire him to go in; trouble him no more
Till further settling.
Will't please your highness walk?KING LEAR
You must bear with me:Gentleman
Pray you now, forget and forgive: I am old and foolish.
Exeunt all but KENT and GentlemanHolds it true, sir, that the Duke of Cornwall was so slain?KENT
Most certain, sir.Gentleman
Who is conductor of his people?KENT
As 'tis said, the bastard son of Gloucester.Gentleman
They say Edgar, his banished son, is with the EarlKENT
of Kent in Germany.
Report is changeable. 'Tis time to look about; theGentleman
powers of the kingdom approach apace.
The arbitrement is like to be bloody. Fare youKENT
ExitMy point and period will be throughly wrought,
Or well or ill, as this day's battle's fought.
SCENE I. The British camp, near Dover.Enter, with drum and colours, EDMUND, REGAN, Gentlemen, and Soldiers.EDMUNDKnow of the duke if his last purpose hold,REGAN
Or whether since he is advised by aught
To change the course: he's full of alteration
And self-reproving: bring his constant pleasure.
To a Gentleman, who goes outOur sister's man is certainly miscarried.EDMUND
'Tis to be doubted, madam.REGAN
Now, sweet lord,EDMUND
You know the goodness I intend upon you:
Tell me--but truly--but then speak the truth,
Do you not love my sister?
In honour'd love.REGAN
But have you never found my brother's wayEDMUND
To the forfended place?
That thought abuses you.REGAN
I am doubtful that you have been conjunctEDMUND
And bosom'd with her, as far as we call hers.
No, by mine honour, madam.REGAN
I never shall endure her: dear my lord,EDMUND
Be not familiar with her.
Fear me not:GONERIL
She and the duke her husband!
Enter, with drum and colours, ALBANY, GONERIL, and Soldiers[Aside] I had rather lose the battle than that sisterALBANY
Should loosen him and me.
Our very loving sister, well be-met.EDMUND
Sir, this I hear; the king is come to his daughter,
With others whom the rigor of our state
Forced to cry out. Where I could not be honest,
I never yet was valiant: for this business,
It toucheth us, as France invades our land,
Not bolds the king, with others, whom, I fear,
Most just and heavy causes make oppose.
Sir, you speak nobly.REGAN
Why is this reason'd?GONERIL
Combine together 'gainst the enemy;ALBANY
For these domestic and particular broils
Are not the question here.
Let's then determineEDMUND
With the ancient of war on our proceedings.
I shall attend you presently at your tent.REGAN
Sister, you'll go with us?GONERIL
'Tis most convenient; pray you, go with us.GONERIL
[Aside] O, ho, I know the riddle.--I will go.EDGAR
As they are going out, enter EDGAR disguisedIf e'er your grace had speech with man so poor,ALBANY
Hear me one word.
I'll overtake you. Speak.EDGAR
Exeunt all but ALBANY and EDGARBefore you fight the battle, ope this letter.ALBANY
If you have victory, let the trumpet sound
For him that brought it: wretched though I seem,
I can produce a champion that will prove
What is avouched there. If you miscarry,
Your business of the world hath so an end,
And machination ceases. Fortune love you.
Stay till I have read the letter.EDGAR
I was forbid it.ALBANY
When time shall serve, let but the herald cry,
And I'll appear again.
Why, fare thee well: I will o'erlook thy paper.EDMUND
Re-enter EDMUNDThe enemy's in view; draw up your powers.ALBANY
Here is the guess of their true strength and forces
By diligent discovery; but your haste
Is now urged on you.
We will greet the time.EDMUND
ExitTo both these sisters have I sworn my love;
Each jealous of the other, as the stung
Are of the adder. Which of them shall I take?
Both? one? or neither? Neither can be enjoy'd,
If both remain alive: to take the widow
Exasperates, makes mad her sister Goneril;
And hardly shall I carry out my side,
Her husband being alive. Now then we'll use
His countenance for the battle; which being done,
Let her who would be rid of him devise
His speedy taking off. As for the mercy
Which he intends to Lear and to Cordelia,
The battle done, and they within our power,
Shall never see his pardon; for my state
Stands on me to defend, not to debate.
SCENE II. A field between the two camps.Alarum within. Enter, with drum and colours, KING LEAR, CORDELIA, and Soldiers, over the stage; and exeuntEnter EDGAR and GLOUCESTEREDGARHere, father, take the shadow of this treeGLOUCESTER
For your good host; pray that the right may thrive:
If ever I return to you again,
I'll bring you comfort.
Grace go with you, sir!EDGAR
Alarum and retreat within. Re-enter EDGARAway, old man; give me thy hand; away!GLOUCESTER
King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en:
Give me thy hand; come on.
No farther, sir; a man may rot even here.EDGAR
What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endureGLOUCESTER
Their going hence, even as their coming hither;
Ripeness is all: come on.
And that's true too.
SCENE III. The British camp near Dover.Enter, in conquest, with drum and colours, EDMUND, KING LEAR and CORDELIA, prisoners; Captain, Soldiers, & cEDMUNDSome officers take them away: good guard,CORDELIA
Until their greater pleasures first be known
That are to censure them.
We are not the firstKING LEAR
Who, with best meaning, have incurr'd the worst.
For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down;
Myself could else out-frown false fortune's frown.
Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters?
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:EDMUND
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.
Take them away.KING LEAR
Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,EDMUND
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 good-years shall devour them, flesh and fell,
Ere they shall make us weep: we'll see 'em starve
Exeunt KING LEAR and CORDELIA, guardedCome hither, captain; hark.Captain
Take thou this note;
Giving a papergo follow them to prison:
One step I have advanced thee; if thou dost
As this instructs thee, thou dost make thy way
To noble fortunes: know thou this, that men
Are as the time is: to be tender-minded
Does not become a sword: thy great employment
Will not bear question; either say thou'lt do 't,
Or thrive by other means.
I'll do 't, my lord.EDMUND
About it; and write happy when thou hast done.Captain
Mark, I say, instantly; and carry it so
As I have set it down.
I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats;ALBANY
If it be man's work, I'll do 't.
Flourish. Enter ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, another Captain, and SoldiersSir, you have shown to-day your valiant strain,EDMUND
And fortune led you well: you have the captives
That were the opposites of this day's strife:
We do require them of you, so to use them
As we shall find their merits and our safety
May equally determine.
Sir, I thought it fitALBANY
To send the old and miserable king
To some retention and appointed guard;
Whose age has charms in it, whose title more,
To pluck the common bosom on his side,
An turn our impress'd lances in our eyes
Which do command them. With him I sent the queen;
My reason all the same; and they are ready
To-morrow, or at further space, to appear
Where you shall hold your session. At this time
We sweat and bleed: the friend hath lost his friend;
And the best quarrels, in the heat, are cursed
By those that feel their sharpness:
The question of Cordelia and her father
Requires a fitter place.
Sir, by your patience,REGAN
I hold you but a subject of this war,
Not as a brother.
That's as we list to grace him.GONERIL
Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded,
Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers;
Bore the commission of my place and person;
The which immediacy may well stand up,
And call itself your brother.
Not so hot:REGAN
In his own grace he doth exalt himself,
More than in your addition.
In my rights,GONERIL
By me invested, he compeers the best.
That were the most, if he should husband you.REGAN
Jesters do oft prove prophets.GONERIL
That eye that told you so look'd but a-squint.
Lady, I am not well; else I should answerGONERIL
From a full-flowing stomach. General,
Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony;
Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine:
Witness the world, that I create thee here
My lord and master.
Mean you to enjoy him?ALBANY
The let-alone lies not in your good will.EDMUND
Nor in thine, lord.ALBANY
Half-blooded fellow, yes.REGAN
[To EDMUND] Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.ALBANY
Stay yet; hear reason. Edmund, I arrest theeGONERIL
On capital treason; and, in thine attaint,
This gilded serpent
Pointing to GonerilFor your claim, fair sister,
I bar it in the interest of my wife:
'Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord,
And I, her husband, contradict your bans.
If you will marry, make your loves to me,
My lady is bespoke.
Thou art arm'd, Gloucester: let the trumpet sound:REGAN
If none appear to prove upon thy head
Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons,
There is my pledge;
Throwing down a gloveI'll prove it on thy heart,
Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less
Than I have here proclaim'd thee.
Sick, O, sick!GONERIL
[Aside] If not, I'll ne'er trust medicine.EDMUND
There's my exchange:ALBANY
Throwing down a glovewhat in the world he is
That names me traitor, villain-like he lies:
Call by thy trumpet: he that dares approach,
On him, on you, who not? I will maintain
My truth and honour firmly.
A herald, ho!EDMUND
A herald, ho, a herald!ALBANY
Trust to thy single virtue; for thy soldiers,REGAN
All levied in my name, have in my name
Took their discharge.
My sickness grows upon me.ALBANY
She is not well; convey her to my tent.Captain
Exit Regan, led
Enter a HeraldCome hither, herald,--Let the trumpet sound,
And read out this.
A trumpet sounds[Reads] 'If any man of quality or degree withinEDMUND
the lists of the army will maintain upon Edmund,
supposed Earl of Gloucester, that he is a manifold
traitor, let him appear by the third sound of the
trumpet: he is bold in his defence.'
Trumpet answers within
Enter EDGAR, at the third sound, armed, with a trumpet before himAsk him his purposes, why he appearsHerald
Upon this call o' the trumpet.
What are you?EDGAR
Your name, your quality? and why you answer
This present summons?
Know, my name is lost;ALBANY
By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit:
Yet am I noble as the adversary
I come to cope.
Which is that adversary?EDGAR
What's he that speaks for Edmund Earl of Gloucester?EDMUND
Himself: what say'st thou to him?EDGAR
Draw thy sword,EDMUND
That, if my speech offend a noble heart,
Thy arm may do thee justice: here is mine.
Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours,
My oath, and my profession: I protest,
Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence,
Despite thy victor sword and fire-new fortune,
Thy valour and thy heart, thou art a traitor;
False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father;
Conspirant 'gainst this high-illustrious prince;
And, from the extremest upward of thy head
To the descent and dust below thy foot,
A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou 'No,'
This sword, this arm, and my best spirits, are bent
To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak,
In wisdom I should ask thy name;ALBANY
But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike,
And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes,
What safe and nicely I might well delay
By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn:
Back do I toss these treasons to thy head;
With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart;
Which, for they yet glance by and scarcely bruise,
This sword of mine shall give them instant way,
Where they shall rest for ever. Trumpets, speak!
Alarums. They fight. EDMUND fallsSave him, save him!GONERIL
This is practise, Gloucester:ALBANY
By the law of arms thou wast not bound to answer
An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd,
But cozen'd and beguiled.
Shut your mouth, dame,GONERIL
Or with this paper shall I stop it: Hold, sir:
Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil:
No tearing, lady: I perceive you know it.
Gives the letter to EDMUNDSay, if I do, the laws are mine, not thine:ALBANY
Who can arraign me for't.
Most monstrous! oh!GONERIL
Know'st thou this paper?
Ask me not what I know.ALBANY
ExitGo after her: she's desperate; govern her.EDMUND
What you have charged me with, that have I done;EDGAR
And more, much more; the time will bring it out:
'Tis past, and so am I. But what art thou
That hast this fortune on me? If thou'rt noble,
I do forgive thee.
Let's exchange charity.EDMUND
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;
If more, the more thou hast wrong'd me.
My name is Edgar, and thy father's son.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us:
The dark and vicious place where thee he got
Cost him his eyes.
Thou hast spoken right, 'tis true;ALBANY
The wheel is come full circle: I am here.
Methought thy very gait did prophesyEDGAR
A royal nobleness: I must embrace thee:
Let sorrow split my heart, if ever I
Did hate thee or thy father!
Worthy prince, I know't.ALBANY
Where have you hid yourself?EDGAR
How have you known the miseries of your father?
By nursing them, my lord. List a brief tale;EDMUND
And when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst!
The bloody proclamation to escape,
That follow'd me so near,--O, our lives' sweetness!
That we the pain of death would hourly die
Rather than die at once!--taught me to shift
Into a madman's rags; to assume a semblance
That very dogs disdain'd: and in this habit
Met I my father with his bleeding rings,
Their precious stones new lost: became his guide,
Led him, begg'd for him, saved him from despair;
Never,--O fault!--reveal'd myself unto him,
Until some half-hour past, when I was arm'd:
Not sure, though hoping, of this good success,
I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last
Told him my pilgrimage: but his flaw'd heart,
Alack, too weak the conflict to support!
'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief,
This speech of yours hath moved me,ALBANY
And shall perchance do good: but speak you on;
You look as you had something more to say.
If there be more, more woeful, hold it in;EDGAR
For I am almost ready to dissolve,
Hearing of this.
This would have seem'd a periodALBANY
To such as love not sorrow; but another,
To amplify too much, would make much more,
And top extremity.
Whilst I was big in clamour came there in a man,
Who, having seen me in my worst estate,
Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding
Who 'twas that so endured, with his strong arms
He fastened on my neck, and bellow'd out
As he'ld burst heaven; threw him on my father;
Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him
That ever ear received: which in recounting
His grief grew puissant and the strings of life
Began to crack: twice then the trumpets sounded,
And there I left him tranced.
But who was this?EDGAR
Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguiseGentleman
Follow'd his enemy king, and did him service
Improper for a slave.
Enter a Gentleman, with a bloody knifeHelp, help, O, help!EDGAR
What kind of help?ALBANY
What means that bloody knife?Gentleman
'Tis hot, it smokes;ALBANY
It came even from the heart of--O, she's dead!
Who dead? speak, man.Gentleman
Your lady, sir, your lady: and her sisterEDMUND
By her is poisoned; she hath confess'd it.
I was contracted to them both: all threeEDGAR
Now marry in an instant.
Here comes Kent.ALBANY
Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead:KENT
This judgment of the heavens, that makes us tremble,
Touches us not with pity.
Enter KENTO, is this he?
The time will not allow the compliment
Which very manners urges.
I am comeALBANY
To bid my king and master aye good night:
Is he not here?
Great thing of us forgot!KENT
Speak, Edmund, where's the king? and where's Cordelia?
See'st thou this object, Kent?
The bodies of GONERIL and REGAN are brought inAlack, why thus?EDMUND
Yet Edmund was beloved:ALBANY
The one the other poison'd for my sake,
And after slew herself.
Even so. Cover their faces.EDMUND
I pant for life: some good I mean to do,ALBANY
Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,
Be brief in it, to the castle; for my writ
Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia:
Nay, send in time.
Run, run, O, run!EDGAR
To who, my lord? Who hath the office? sendEDMUND
Thy token of reprieve.
Well thought on: take my sword,ALBANY
Give it the captain.
Haste thee, for thy life.EDMUND
Exit EDGARHe hath commission from thy wife and meALBANY
To hang Cordelia in the prison, and
To lay the blame upon her own despair,
That she fordid herself.
The gods defend her! Bear him hence awhile.KING LEAR
EDMUND is borne off
Re-enter KING LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arms; EDGAR, Captain, and others followingHowl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones:KENT
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.
Is this the promised endEDGAR
Or image of that horror?ALBANY
Fall, and cease!KING LEAR
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so,KENT
It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.
[Kneeling] O my good master!KING LEAR
'Tis noble Kent, your friend.KING LEAR
A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!Captain
I might have saved 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.
'Tis true, my lords, he did.KING LEAR
Did I not, fellow?KENT
I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion
I would have made them skip: I am old now,
And these same crosses spoil me. Who are you?
Mine eyes are not o' the best: I'll tell you straight.
If fortune brag of two she loved and hated,KING LEAR
One of them we behold.
This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent?KENT
The same,KING LEAR
Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius?
He's a good fellow, I can tell you that;KENT
He'll strike, and quickly too: he's dead and rotten.
No, my good lord; I am the very man,--KING LEAR
I'll see that straight.KENT
That, from your first of difference and decay,KING LEAR
Have follow'd your sad steps.
You are welcome hither.KENT
Nor no man else: all's cheerless, dark, and deadly.KING LEAR
Your eldest daughters have fordone them selves,
And desperately are dead.
Ay, so I think.ALBANY
He knows not what he says: and vain it isEDGAR
That we present us to him.
Enter a CaptainEdmund is dead, my lord.ALBANY
That's but a trifle here.KING LEAR
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 KENTyou, 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!
And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!EDGAR
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!
DiesHe faints! My lord, my lord!KENT
Break, heart; I prithee, break!EDGAR
Look up, my lord.KENT
Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him muchEDGAR
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
He is gone, indeed.KENT
The wonder is, he hath endured so long:ALBANY
He but usurp'd his life.
Bear them from hence. Our present businessKENT
Is general woe.
To KENT and EDGARFriends of my soul, you twain
Rule in this realm, and the gored state sustain.
I have a journey, sir, shortly to go;ALBANY
My master calls me, I must not say no.
The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Exeunt, with a dead march
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