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he had a thousand noses,
Horns whelkā€™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 menā€™s impossibilities, have preserved thee. Gloucester

I do remember now: henceforth Iā€™ll bear
Affliction till it do cry out itself
ā€œEnough, enough,ā€ and die. That thing you speak of,
I took it for a man; often ā€™twould say
ā€œThe fiend, the fiend:ā€ he led me to that place.

Edgar Bear free and patient thoughts. But who comes here? Enter King Lear, fantastically dressed with wild flowers.

The safer sense will neā€™er accommodate
His master thus.

King Lear No, they cannot touch me for coining; I am the king himself. Edgar O thou side-piercing sight! King Lear Natureā€™s above art in that respect. Thereā€™s your press-money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper: draw me a clothierā€™s yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace; this piece of toasted cheese will do ā€™t. Thereā€™s my gauntlet; Iā€™ll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, bird! iā€™ the clout, iā€™ the clout: hewgh! Give the word. Edgar Sweet marjoram. King Lear Pass. Gloucester I know that voice. King Lear Ha! Goneril, with a white beard! They flattered me like a dog; and told me I had white hairs in my beard ere the black ones were there. To say ā€œayā€ and ā€œnoā€ to every thing that I said!ā ā€”ā€œAyā€ and ā€œnoā€ 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 ā€™em, there I smelt ā€™em out. Go to, they are not men oā€™ their words: they told me I was every thing; ā€™tis a lie, I am not ague-proof. Gloucester

The trick of that voice I do well remember:
Is ā€™t not the king?

King Lear

Ay, every inch a king:
When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.
I pardon that manā€™s life. What was thy cause? Adultery?
Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No:
The wren goes to ā€™t, and the small gilded fly
Does lecher in my sight.
Let copulation thrive; for Gloucesterā€™s bastard son
Was kinder to his father than my daughters
Got ā€™tween the lawful sheets.
To ā€™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 pleasureā€™s name;
The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to ā€™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 fiendsā€™;

Thereā€™s hell, thereā€™s darkness, thereā€™s the sulphurous pit, Burning, scalding, stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie! pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: thereā€™s money for thee. Gloucester O, let me kiss that hand! King Lear Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. Gloucester

O ruinā€™d piece of nature! This great world
Shall so wear out to nought. Dost thou know me?

King Lear I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid! Iā€™ll not love. Read thou this challenge; mark but the penning of it. Gloucester Were all the letters suns, I could not see one. Edgar

I would not take this from report; it is,
And my heart breaks at it.

King Lear Read. Gloucester What, with the case of eyes? King Lear O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your 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. Gloucester I see it feelingly. King Lear What, art mad? A man may see how this world goes 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 farmerā€™s dog bark at a beggar? Gloucester Ay, sir. King Lear And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dogā€™s obeyed in office.

Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!
Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;
Thou hotly lustā€™st to use her in that kind
For which thou whippā€™st her. The usurer hangs the cozener.
Through tatterā€™d clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furrā€™d gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks:
Arm it in rags, a pigmyā€™s straw does pierce it.
None does offend, none, I say, none; Iā€™ll able ā€™em:
Take that of me, my friend, who have the power
To seal the accuserā€™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.

Edgar O, matter and impertinency mixā€™d! Reason in madness! King Lear

If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester:
Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:
Thou knowā€™st, the first time that we smell the air,
We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee: mark.

Gloucester

Alack, alack the day!

King Lear

When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools: this a good block;
It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe
A troop of horse with felt: Iā€™ll put ā€™t in proof;
And when I have stolā€™n upon these sons-in-law,
Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants. Gentleman

O, here he is: lay hand upon him. Sir,
Your most dear daughterā ā€”

King Lear

No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
The natural fool of fortune. Use me well;
You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons;
I am cut to the brains.

Gentleman You shall have any thing. King Lear

No seconds? all myself?
Why, this would make a man a man of salt,
To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Ay, and laying autumnā€™s dust.

Gentleman Good sirā ā€” King Lear

I will die bravely, like a bridegroom. What!
I will be jovial: come, come; I am a king,
My masters, know you that.

Gentleman You are a royal
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