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.-But who comes here? Enter LEAR, fantastically dressed up with flowers. The safer sense will ne'er accommodate His master thus. Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining; I am the king himself. Edg. O thou side-piercing sight! Lear. Nature's above art in that respect.There's your press-money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper: 1 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. 3-0, well flown, bird!-i' the clout," i' the clout: hewgh! Give the word. Edg. Sweet marjoram. Lear. Pass. Glos. I know that voice. Lear. Ha! Goneril!-with a white beard!They flattered me like a dog; and told me, I had A scarecrow. 3 Battle-axes. 2 An arrow of a yard in length. The clout is the white mark at which archers aim. white hairs in my beard ere the black ones were there. To say Ay, and No, to every thing 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 them, there I smelt them out. Go to; they are not men o' their words: they told me I was every thing; 'tis a lie; I am not ague-proof. Glos. 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. Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No: Let copulation thrive, for Gloster's bastard son To 't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.- Whose face between her forks presageth snow; 2 The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to 't With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends'; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.-Fie, fie, fie! pah; pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: there's money for thee. Glos. O, let me kiss that hand! Lear. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. world Shall so wear out to naught.-Dost thou know me? Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid; I'll not love.-Read thou this challenge; mark but the penning of it. Glos. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one. Edg. I would not take this from report;—it is, And my heart breaks at it. Lear. Read. Glos. What, with the case of eyes? 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. Glos. I see it feelingly. Lear. What, art mad? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes: look with thine ears. See how yon justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? Glos. Ay, sir. Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst behold the great image of authority; a dog's obeyed in office. Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back; Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the cozener. Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks; To see the things thou dost not.-Now, now, now, now: Pull off my boots :-harder, harder; so. Edg. O, matter and impertinency mix'd! Reason in madness! Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloster: Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl and cry:-I will preach to thee; mark me. Glos. Alack, alack the day! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools.-This a good block?— A troop of horse with felt: I'll put it in proof; Enter GENTLEMAN, with Attendants. Gen. O, here he is; lay hand upon him.-Sir, Your most dear daughter Lear. No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even The natural fool of fortune.-Use me well; You shall have ransom. I am cut to the brains. Gen. Let me have a surgeon: You shall have any thing. Lear. No seconds? All myself? Why, this would make a man a man of salt,1 To use his eyes for garden water-pots, Ay, and for laying autumn's dust. Gen. SHAK. Good sir, 1 i. e. a man of tears. XIII. |