The British Camp, near Dover. |
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Enter, in conquest, with drum and colours, EDMUND; LEAR and CORDELIA, prisoners; Officers, Soldiers, &c. |
Edm. Some officers take them away: good guard, |
Until their greater pleasures first be known |
That are to censure them. |
Cor. We are not the first |
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? |
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's the mystery of things, |
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, |
In a wall'd prison, packs and sets of great ones |
That ebb and flow by the moon. |
Edm. 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 goujeres shall devour them, flesh and fell, |
Ere they shall make us weep: we'll see 'em starve first. |
Come. [Exeunt LEAR and CORDELIA, guarded. |
Edm. Come hither, captain; hark, |
Take thou this note; [Giving a paper.] go follow them to prison: |
One step I have advanc'd 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. |
Offi. I'll do't, my lord. |
Edm. About it; and write happy when thou hast done. |
Mark,—I say, instantly, and carry it so |
As I have set it down. |
Offi. I cannot draw a cart nor eat dried oats; |
If it be man's work I will do it. [Exit. |
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Flourish. Enter ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, Officers, and Attendants. |
Alb. Sir, you have show'd to-day your valiant strain, |
And fortune led you well; you have the captives |
Who 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. |
Edm. Sir, I thought it fit |
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, |
And 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 curs'd |
By those that feel their sharpness; |
The question of Cordelia and her father |
Requires a fitter place. |
Alb. Sir, by your patience, |
I hold you but a subject of this war, |
Not as a brother. |
Reg. That's as we list to grace him: |
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. |
Gon. Not so hot; |
In his own grace he doth exalt himself |
More than in your addition. |
Reg. In my rights, |
By me invested, he compeers the best. |
Gon. That were the most, if he should husband you. |
Reg. Jesters do oft prove prophets. |
Gon. Holla, holla! |
That eye that told you so look'd but a-squint. |
Reg. Lady, I am not well; else I should answer |
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. |
Gon. Mean you to enjoy him? |
Alb. The let-alone lies not in your good will. |
Edm. Nor in thine, lord. |
Alb. Half-blooded fellow, yes. |
Reg. [To EDMUND.] Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine. |
Alb. Stay yet; hear reason. Edmund, I arrest thee |
On capital treason; and, in thy arrest, |
This gilded serpent. [Pointing to GONERIL.] For 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 love to me, |
My lady is bespoke. |
Gon. An interlude! |
Alb. Thou art arm'd, Gloucester; let the trumpet sound: |
If none appear to prove upon thy person |
Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons, |
There is my pledge; [Throws down a glove.] I'll prove it on thy heart, |
Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less |
Than I have here proclaim'd thee. |
Reg. Sick! O sick! |
Gon. [Aside.] If not, I'll ne'er trust medicine. |
Edm. There's my exchange: [Throws down a glove.] what 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. |
Alb. A herald, ho! |
Edm. A herald, ho! a herald! |
Alb. Trust to thy single virtue; for thy soldiers, |
All levied in my name, have in my name |
Took their discharge. |
Reg. My sickness grows upon me. |
Alb. She is not well; convey her to my tent. [Exit REGAN, led. |
Come hither, herald, |
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Enter a Herald. |
Let the trumpet sound,— |
And read out this. |
Offi. Sound, trumpet! [A trumpet sounds. |
Her. If any man of quality or degree within the lists of the army will maintain upon Edmund, supposed Earl of Gloucester, that he is a manifold traitor, let him appear at the third sound of the trumpet. He is bold in his defence. |
Edm. Sound! [First Trumpet. |
Her. Again! [Second Trumpet. |
Her. Again! [Third Trumpet. [Trumpet answers within. |
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Enter EDGAR, armed, with a Trumpet before him. |
Alb. Ask him his purposes, why he appears |
Upon this call o' the trumpet. |
Her. What are you? |
Your name? your quality? and why you answer |
This present summons? |
Edg. Know, my name is lost; |
By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit: |
Yet am I noble as the adversary |
I come to cope. |
Alb. Which is that adversary? |
Edg. What's he that speaks for Edmund Earl of Gloucester? |
Edm. Himself: what sayst thou to him? |
Edg. Draw thy sword, |
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, |
Thou liest. |
Edm. In wisdom I should ask thy name; |
But since thy outside looks so fair and war-like, |
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 falls. |
Alb. Save him, save him! |
Gon. This is practice, Gloucester: |
By the law of arms thou wast not bound to answer |
An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd, |
But cozen'd and beguil'd. |
Alb. Shut your mouth, dame, |
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 EDMUND. |
Gon. Say, if I do, the laws are mine, not thine: |
Who can arraign me for 't? [Exit. |
Alb. Most monstrous! |
Know'st thou this paper? |
Edm. Ask me not what I know. |
Alb. Go after her: she's desperate; govern her. [Exit an Officer. |
Edm. What you have charg'd me with, that have I done, |
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. |
Edg. Let's exchange charity. |
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. |
Edm. Thou hast spoken right, 'tis true; |
The wheel is come full circle; I am here. |
Alb. Methought thy very gait did prophesy |
A royal nobleness: I must embrace thee: |
Let sorrow split my heart, if ever I |
Did hate thee or thy father. |
Edg. Worthy prince, I know 't. |
Alb. Where have you hid yourself? |
How have you known the miseries of your father? |
Edg. By nursing them, my lord. List a brief tale; |
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, sav'd 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, |
Burst smilingly. |
Edm. This speech of yours hath mov'd me, |
And shall perchance do good; but speak you on; |
You look as you had something more to say. |
Alb. If there be more, more woeful, hold it in; |
For I am almost ready to dissolve, |
Hearing of this. |
Edg. This would have seem'd a period |
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 a man, |
Who, having seen me in my worst estate, |
Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding |
Who 'twas that so endur'd, with his strong arms |
He fasten'd on my neck, and bellow'd out |
As he'd burst heaven; threw him on my father; |
Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him |
That ever ear receiv'd; which in recounting |
His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life |
Began to crack: twice then the trumpet sounded, |
And there I left him tranc'd. |
Alb. But who was this? |
Edg. Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise |
Follow'd his enemy king, and did him service |
Improper for a slave. |
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Enter a Gentleman, with a bloody knife. |
Gent. Help, help! O help! |
Edg. What kind of help? |
Alb. Speak, man. |
Edg. What means that bloody knife? |
Gent. 'Tis hot, it smokes; |
It came even from the heart of—O! she's dead. |
Alb. Who dead? speak, man. |
Gent. Your lady, sir, your lady: and her sister |
By her is poison'd; she confesses it. |
Edm. I was contracted to them both: all three |
Now marry in an instant. |
Edg. Here comes Kent. |
Alb. Produce the bodies, be they alive or dead: |
This judgment of the heavens, that makes us tremble, |
Touches us not with pity. [Exit Gentleman. |
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Enter KENT. |
O! is this he? |
The time will not allow the compliment |
Which very manners urges. |
Kent. I am come |
To bid my king and master aye good-night; |
Is he not here? |
Alb. Great thing of us forgot! |
Speak, Edmund, where's the king? and where's Cordelia? |
Seest thou this object, Kent? [The bodies of GONERIL and REGAN are brought in. |
Kent. Alack! why thus? |
Edm. Yet Edmund was belov'd: |
The one the other poison'd for my sake, |
And after slew herself. |
Alb. Even so. Cover their faces. |
Edm. I pant for life: some good I mean to do |
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. |
Alb. Run, run! O run! |
Edg. To whom, my lord? Who has the office? send |
Thy token of reprieve. |
Edm. Well thought on: take my sword, |
Give it the captain. |
Alb. Haste thee, for thy life. [Exit EDGAR. |
Edm. He hath commission from my wife and me |
To hang Cordelia in the prison, and |
To lay the blame upon her own despair, |
That she fordid herself. |
Alb. The gods defend her! Bear him hence awhile. [EDMUND is borne off. |
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Enter LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arms; EDGAR, 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 vaults 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. |
Kent. Is this the promis'd end? |
Edg. Or image of that horror? |
Alb. Fall and cease? |
Lear. This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, |
It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows |
That ever I have felt. |
Kent. [Kneeling.] O, my good master! |
Lear. Prithee, away. |
Edg. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. |
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 't thou sayst? Her voice was ever soft, |
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman. |
I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee. |
Off. 'Tis true, my lord, he did. |
Lear. Did I not, fellow? |
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. |
Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated, |
One of them we behold. |
Lear. This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent? |
Kent. The same, |
Your servant Kent. Where is your servant Caius? |
Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; |
He'll strike, and quickly too. He's dead and rotten. |
Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very man— |
Lear. I'll see that straight. |
Kent. That, from your first of difference and decay, |
Have follow'd your sad steps. |
Lear. You are welcome hither. |
Kent. Nor no man else; all's cheerless, dark, and deadly: |
Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves, |
And desperately are dead. |
Lear. Ay, so I think. |
Alb. He knows not what he says, and vain it is |
That we present us to him. |
Edg. Very bootless. |
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Enter an Officer. |
Off. Edmund is dead, my lord. |
Alb. That's but a trifle here. |
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 KENT.] You, 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! |
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? 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! [Dies. |
Edg. He faints!—my lord, my lord! |
Kent. Break, heart; I prithee, break. |
Edg. Look up, my lord. |
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. |
Edg. He is gone, indeed. |
Kent. The wonder is he hath endur'd so long: |
He but usurp'd his life. |
Alb. Bear them from hence. Our present business |
Is general woe. [To KENT and EDGAR.] Friends of my soul, you twain |
Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. |
Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; |
My master calls me, I must not say no. |
Alb. 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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