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Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not.

To know our enemies’ minds, we’ld rip their hearts; Their papers, is more lawful. Reads the letter.

‘Let our reciprocal vows be rememb’red. You have many opportunities to cut him off. If your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offer’d. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror. Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my jail; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour.

‘Your (wife, so I would say) affectionate servant, ‘Goneril.’

O indistinguish’d space of woman’s will!

A plot upon her virtuous husband’s life, And the exchange my brother! Here in the sands Thee I’ll rake up, the post unsanctified Of murtherous lechers; and in the mature time With this ungracious paper strike the sight Of the death-practis’d Duke, For him ‘tis well That of thy death and business I can tell.

Glou. The King is mad. How stiff is my vile sense, That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract.

So should my thoughts be sever’d from my griefs, And woes by wrong imaginations lose

The knowledge of themselves.

A drum afar off.

Edg. Give me your hand.

Far off methinks I hear the beaten drum.

Come, father, I’ll bestow you with a friend. Exeunt.

Scene VII.

A tent in the French camp.

Enter Cordelia, Kent, Doctor, and Gentleman.

Cor. O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work To match thy goodness? My life will be too short And every measure fail me.

Kent. To be acknowledg’d, madam, is o’erpaid.

All my reports go with the modest truth; Nor more nor clipp’d, but so.

Cor. Be better suited.

These weeds are memories of those worser hours.

I prithee put them off.

Kent. Pardon, dear madam.

Yet to be known shortens my made intent.

My boon I make it that you know me not Till time and I think meet.

Cor. Then be’t so, my good lord. [To the Doctor] How, does the King?

Doct. Madam, sleeps still.

Cor. O you kind gods,

Cure this great breach in his abused nature!

Th’ untun’d and jarring senses, O, wind up Of this child-changed father!

Doct. So please your Majesty

That we may wake the King? He hath slept long.

Cor. Be govern’d by your knowledge, and proceed I’ th’ sway of your own will. Is he array’d?

Enter Lear in a chair carried by Servants.

Gent. Ay, madam. In the heaviness of sleep We put fresh garments on him.

Doct. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him.

I doubt not of his temperance.

Cor. Very well.

Music.

Doct. Please you draw near. Louder the music there!

Cor. O my dear father, restoration hang Thy medicine on my lips, and let this kiss Repair those violent harms that my two sisters Have in thy reverence made!

Kent. Kind and dear princess!

Cor. Had you not been their father, these white flakes Had challeng’d pity of them. Was this a face To be oppos’d 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.

Doct. Madam, do you; ‘tis fittest.

Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your Majesty?

Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o’ th’ grave.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

Cor. Sir, do you know me?

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

Cor. Still, still, far wide!

Doct. He’s scarce awake. Let him alone awhile.

Lear. Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight, I am mightily abus’d. I should e’en die with pity, To see another thus. I know not what to say.

I will not swear these are my hands. Let’s see.

I feel this pin prick. Would I were assur’d Of my condition!

Cor. O, look upon me, sir,

And hold your hands in benediction o’er me.

No, sir, you must not kneel.

Lear. Pray, do not mock me.

I am a very foolish fond old man,

Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly,

I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.

Cor. And so I am! I am!

Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray weep not.

If you have poison for me, I will drink it.

I know you do not love me; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong.

You have some cause, they have not.

Cor. No cause, no cause.

Lear. Am I in France?

Kent. In your own kingdom, sir.

Lear. Do not abuse me.

Doct. Be comforted, good madam. The great rage 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.

Cor. Will’t please your Highness walk?

Lear. You must bear with me.

Pray you now, forget and forgive. I am old and foolish.

Exeunt. Manent Kent and Gentleman.

Gent. Holds it true, sir, that the Duke of Cornwall was so slain?

Kent. Most certain, sir.

Gent. Who is conductor of his people?

Kent. As ‘tis said, the bastard son of Gloucester.

Gent. They say Edgar, his banish’d son, is with the Earl of Kent in Germany.

Kent. Report is changeable. ‘Tis time to look about; the powers of the kingdom approach apace.

Gent. The arbitrement is like to be bloody.

Fare you well, sir. [Exit.]

Kent. My point and period will be throughly wrought, Or well or ill, as this day’s battle’s fought. Exit.

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ACT V. Scene I.

The British camp near Dover.

Enter, with Drum and Colours, Edmund, Regan, Gentleman, and Soldiers.

Edm. Know of the Duke if his last purpose hold, Or whether since he is advis’d by aught To change the course. He’s full of alteration And self-reproving. Bring his constant pleasure.

[Exit an Officer.]

Reg. Our sister’s man is certainly miscarried.

Edm. Tis to be doubted, madam.

Reg. Now, sweet lord,

You know the goodness I intend upon you.

Tell me-but truly-but then speak the truth-Do you not love my sister?

Edm. In honour’d love.

Reg. But have you never found my brother’s way To the forfended place?

Edm. That thought abuses you.

Reg. I am doubtful that you have been conjunct And bosom’d with her, as far as we call hers.

Edm. No, by mine honour, madam.

Reg. I never shall endure her. Dear my lord, Be not familiar with her.

Edm. Fear me not.

She and the Duke her husband!

Enter, with Drum and Colours, Albany, Goneril, Soldiers.

Gon. [aside] I had rather lose the battle than that sister Should loosen him and me.

Alb. Our very loving sister, well bemet.

Sir, this I hear: the King is come to his daughter, With others whom the rigour of our state Forc’d 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.

Edm. Sir, you speak nobly.

Reg. Why is this reason’d?

Gon. Combine together ‘gainst the enemy; For these domestic and particular broils Are not the question here.

Alb. Let’s then determine

With th’ ancient of war on our proceeding.

Edm. I shall attend you presently at your tent.

Reg. Sister, you’ll go with us?

Gon. No.

Reg. ‘Tis most convenient. Pray you go with us.

Gon. [aside] O, ho, I know the riddle.- I will go.

[As they are going out,] enter Edgar [disguised].

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

Alb. I’ll overtake you.- Speak.

Exeunt [all but Albany and Edgar].

Edg. Before you fight the battle, ope this letter.

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

Alb. Stay till I have read the letter.

Edg. I was forbid it.

When time shall serve, let but the herald cry, And I’ll appear again.

Alb. Why, fare thee well. I will o’erlook thy paper.

Exit [Edgar].

Enter Edmund.

Edm. The enemy ‘s in view; draw up your powers.

Here is the guess of their true strength and forces By diligent discovery; but your haste Is now urg’d on you.

Alb. We will greet the time. Exit.

Edm. To both these sisters have I sworn my love; Each jealous of the other, as the stung Are of the adder. Which of them shall I take?

Both? one? or neither? Neither can be enjoy’d, If both remain alive. To take the widow Exasperates, makes mad her sister Goneril; And hardly shall I carry out my side, Her husband being alive. Now then, we’ll use His countenance for the battle, which being done, Let her who would be rid of him devise His speedy taking off. As for the mercy Which he intends to Lear and to Cordelia-The battle done, and they within our power, Shall never see his pardon; for my state Stands on me to defend, not to debate. Exit.

Scene II.

A field between the two camps.

Alarum within. Enter, with Drum and Colours, the Powers of France over the stage, Cordelia with her Father in her hand, and exeunt.

Enter Edgar and Gloucester.

Edg. Here, father, take the shadow of this tree For your good host. Pray that the right may thrive.

If ever I return to you again,

I’ll bring you comfort.

Glou. Grace go with you, sir!

Exit [Edgar].

Alarum and retreat within. Enter Edgar, Edg. Away, old man! give me thy hand! away!

King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta’en.

Give me thy hand! come on!

Glou. No further, sir. A man may rot even here.

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

Glou. And that’s true too. Exeunt.

Scene III.

The British camp, near Dover.

Enter, in conquest, with Drum and Colours, Edmund; Lear and Cordelia as prisoners; Soldiers, Captain.

Edm. Some officers take them away. Good guard Until their greater pleasures first be known That are to censure them.