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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,-

Kent. Good my lord, enter here.

Lear. Pr'ythee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease; This tempest will not give me leave to ponder

On things would hurt me more.-But I'll go in :

In, boy; go first.-(To the FOOL.) You houseless poverty.-
Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. (FOOL goes in.)
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,

How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these ? O! I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physick, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel;
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.-Sc. 4.

(The country near Dover. Enter GLOSTER and EDGAR dressed like a peasant.)

Edgar. Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful

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 yon 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.-Act 4, Sc. 6.

Lear. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar?

Gloster. Ay, sir.

Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou might'st behold the great image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office.-Id.

Cordelia

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He wakes; speak to him.

Physician. Madam, do you; 'tis fittest.

Cordelia. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave :Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound

Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears

Do scald like molten lead.

Cordelia.

Sir, do you know me ?

Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die?
Cordelia. Still, still far wide!

Physician. 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 even 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.

Cordelia.

O! look upon me, sir,

Pray do not mock me:

And hold your hands in benediction o'er me;-
No, sir, you must not kneel.

Lear.

I am a very foolish fond old man,

Fourscore and upward; and, to deal plainly,

I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

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

To be my child Cordelia.

Cordelia.

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.

Cordelia.

No cause, no cause.

In your own kingdom, sir.

Lear. Am I in France?
Kent.

Lear. Do not abuse me.

Physician. Be comforted, good madam: the great rage,
You see, is cur'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.

Cordelia. Will't please your highness walk?
Lear.

You must bear with me:

Pray now, forget and forgive: I am old and foolish. (Exeunt LEAR, CORDELIA, Physician, and Attendants.)

Sc. 7.
Albany.

Where I could not be honest,

I never yet was valiant.-Act 5, Sc. 1.

(The British Camp near Dover. Enter, in conquest, with drum and colours, EDMUND; LEAR and CORDELIA as prisoners; Officers, Soldiers, &c.)

Edmund. Some officers take them away; good guard; Until their greater pleasures first be known

That are to censure them.

Cordelia.

We are not the first,

Who with best meaning have incurr'd the worst.
For thee, oppress'd king, am I cast down;
Myself could else outfrown false fortune's frown.
Shall we not see these daughters, and these sisters?
Lear. No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:
We two alone will sing like birds i' 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 us 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.

Edmund.

Take them

away.

Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,

The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught thee? He that parts us, shall bring a brand from heaven,

And fire us hence, like foxes. Wipe thine eyes;

The goujeers shall devour them, flesh and fell,

Ere they shall make us weep: we'll see them starve first.

Come. (Exeunt LEAR and CORDELIA, guarded.)-Sc. 3. (Enter LEAB, with CORDELIA dead in his arms; Officer and

others.)

Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl! O! you are men of stones Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so

That heaven's vault should crack:-O! she is 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.

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

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Lear. Pr'ythee, away.
Edgar.

'Tis noble Kent, your friend.

8;

(Kneeling.)

Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!
I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for ever!--
Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha!

What is it thou say'st ?-Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle and low; an excellent thing in woman.

Officer.)

(Enter an

That's but a trifle here.

Officer. Edmund is dead, my lord.
Albany.

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:-You, to your rights;-(to EDGAR

and KENT)

With boot, and such addition as your honours

Have more than merited :-all friends shall taste

The wages of their virtue, and all foes

The cup of their deservings.-O! see, see!

Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life:

Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,

And thou no breath at all? O! thou wilt 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!

Edgar.
He faints!-My lord, my lord!—
Kent. Break, heart; I pr'ythee, break!
Edgar. Look up, my lord.

(He dies.)

Kent. Vex not his ghost: O! let him pass; he hates him, That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.-Id.

ROMEO AND JULIET.

Benvolio. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Montague. I neither know it, nor can learn of him.
Benvolio. Have you importun'd him by any means?
Montague. Both by myself and many other friends:
But he, his own affection's counsellor,

Is to himself-I will not say, how true-
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.-Act 1, Sc. 1.
Romeo. What lady's that which doth enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?

Servant. I know not, sir.

Romeo. O she doth teach the torches to burn bright; It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear:

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!-Sc. 5.

Romeo. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

(JULIET appears above, at a window.)

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O! that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!

Juliet. What's in a name? that which we call a rose,

By any other name would smell as sweet.

Romeo. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out :

And what love can do, that dares love attempt:

Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.

Juliet. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Romeo. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,
Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.

Juliet. By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
Romeo. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire ;

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