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And bring him to our eye. [Exit an Officer.] What can man's
wisdom

In the restoring his bereaved sense?
He that helps him take all my outward worth.

Doct. There is means, madam.
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.
Cor. All blest secrets,

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 Messenger.

Mess. News, madam.
The British pow'rs are marching hitherward.

Cor. '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 ag'd father's right.
Soon may I hear and see him!

Exeunt.
Scene V.

Gloucester's Castle.
Enter Regan and [Oswald the] Steward.

Reg. But are my brother's pow'rs set forth?
Osw. Ay, madam.

Reg. Himself in person there?
Osw. Madam, with much ado.

Your sister is the better soldier.
Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home?

Osw. No, madam.
Reg. What might import my sister's letter to him?

Osw. I know not, lady-
Reg. Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.

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' th' enemy.

Osw. I must needs after him, madam, with my letter.
Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow. Stay with us.

The ways are dangerous.
Osw. I may not, madam.

My lady charg'd my duty in this business.
Reg. Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you

Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Something-I know not what-I'll love thee much-

Let me unseal the letter.
Osw. Madam, I had rather-

Reg. I know your lady does not love her husband;
I am sure of that; and at her late being here

She gave strange eliads and most speaking looks
To noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.

Osw. I, madam?
Reg. I speak in understanding. Y'are! I know't.

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 farewell.

If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.

Osw. Would I could meet him, madam! I should show
What party I do follow.

Reg. Fare thee well. Exeunt.
Scene VI.

The country near Dover.
Enter Gloucester, and Edgar [like a Peasant].

Glou. When shall I come to th' top of that same hill?
Edg. You do climb up it now. Look how we labour.

Glou. Methinks the ground is even.
Edg. Horrible steep.

Hark, do you hear the sea?
Glou. No, truly.

Edg. Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect
By your eyes' anguish.

Glou. So may it be indeed.
Methinks thy voice is alter'd, and thou speak'st

In better phrase and matter than thou didst.
Edg. Y'are much deceiv'd. In nothing am I chang'd

But in my garments.
Glou. Methinks y'are better spoken.

Edg. 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. Halfway down

Hangs one that gathers sampire-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 th' unnumb'red idle pebble chafes
Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,

Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.

Glou. Set me where you stand.
Edg. Give me your hand. You are now within a foot

Of th' extreme verge. For all beneath the moon
Would I not leap upright.

Glou. Let go my hand.
Here, friend, is another purse; in it a jewel

Well worth a poor man's taking. Fairies and gods
Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off;

Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.
Edg. Now fare ye well, good sir.

Glou. With all my heart.
Edg. [aside]. Why I do trifle thus with his despair

Is done to cure it.
Glou. O you mighty gods! He kneels.

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 [forward and swoons].
Edg. Gone, sir, farewell.-

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?
Glou. Away, and let me die.

Edg. Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,
So many fadom 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 is a miracle. Speak yet again.
Glou. But have I fall'n, or no?

Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky bourn.
Look up a-height. The shrill-gorg'd lark so far

Cannot be seen or heard. Do but look up.
Glou. Alack, I have no eyes!

Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit
To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort

When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage
And frustrate his proud will.

Edg. Give me your arm.
Up-so. How is't? Feel you your legs? You stand.

Glou. Too well, too well.
Edg. This is above all strangeness.

Upon the crown o' th' cliff what thing was that
Which parted from you?

Glou. A poor unfortunate beggar.
Edg. As I stood here below, methought his eyes

Were two full moon,; he had a thousand noses,
Horns whelk'd and wav'd like the enridged sea.

It was some fiend. Therefore, thou happy father,
Think that the clearest gods, who make them honours

Of men's impossibility, have preserv'd thee.
Glou. I do remember now. Henceforth I'll bear

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.

Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts.
Enter Lear, mad, [fantastically dressed with weeds].

But who comes here?
The safer sense will ne'er accommodate

His master thus.
Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coming;

I am the King himself.
Edg. O thou side-piercing sight!

Lear. Nature is above art in that respect. There's your 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'
th' clout, i' th' clout! Hewgh! Give the word.

Edg. Sweet marjoram.
Lear. Pass.

Glou. I know that voice.
Lear. Ha! Goneril with a white beard? They flatter'd 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 everything 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

everything. 'Tis a lie-I am not ague-proof.
Glou. The trick of that voice I do well remember.

Is't not the King?
Lear. Ay, every inch a king!

When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.
I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause?

Adultery?


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