Edg. I know thee well: A serviceable villain; As duteous to the vices of thy mistress, As badness would desire. Glo. What, is he dead? Edg. Sit you down, father; rest you. Let's see his pockets: these letters, that he speaks of, [Reads.] Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You have many opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror: Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my gaol; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour. Your wife, (so I would say,) and your affectionate servant, O undistinguish'd space of woman's will! — A plot upon her virtuous husband's life; And the exchange, my brother! - Here, in the sands, Of murderous lechers: and, in the mature time, [Exit EDGAR, dragging out the Body. 6 O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!] O undistinguishing licentiousness of a woman's inclinations! 7 Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified, &c.] I'll cover thee. In Staffordshire, to rake the fire, is to cover it with fuel for the night. The epithet, unsanctified, refers to his want of burial in consecrated ground. a Glo. The king is mad: How stiff is my vile sense, That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract: So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs; And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose The knowledge of themselves. Re-enter EDgar. Edg. Give me your hand : Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. A Tent in the French Camp. LEAR on a Bed, asleep; Physician, Gentleman, and Others, attending: Enter CORDELIA and KENT. Cor. O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work, To match thy goodness? My life will be too short, And every measure fail me. Kent. To be acknowledg'd, madam, is o'er-paid. All my reports go with the modest truth; Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so. Cor. Be better suited: 8 These weeds are memories of those worser hours; I pr'ythee, put them off. Kent. Pardon me, dear madam; Yet to be known, shortens my made intent : 1 My boon I make it, that you know me not, Till time and I think meet. Cor. Then be it so, my good lord. How does the king? 8 Be better suited :] i. e. Be better dressed. [To the Physician. 9 These weeds are memories -] i. e. memorials, remembrancers. 1 my made intent:] An intent made, is an intent formed. Phys. Madam, sleeps still. Cor. O you kind gods, Cure this great breach in his abused nature! Phys. So please your majesty, That we may wake the king? he hath slept long. Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed I' the sway of your own will. Is he array'd? Gent. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep, We put fresh garments on him. Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him; I doubt not of his temperance. Cor. Very well. Phys. Please you, draw near. - Louder the musick there. Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss Kent. Kind and dear princess! To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder? Of quick, cross lightning? to watch (poor perdu !) Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Of this child-changed father!] i. e. changed to a child by his years and wrongs; or changed by his children. 3 to watch (poor perdu !) With this thin helm ?] The allusion is to the forlorn hope in an army, which are put upon desperate adventures, and called in French enfans perdus. With this thin helm? i. e. bare-headed. In short and musty straw? Alack, alack! Cor. 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 Cor. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die? Cor. Still, still, far wide! Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been? Where am I? - Fair day-light? I am mightily abus'd. — I should even die with pity, I will not swear, these are my hands: I feel this pin prick. Of my condition. let's see; 'Would I were assur'd O, look upon me, sir, hands in benediction o'er me: No, sir, you must not kneel. Lear. Pray, do not mock me: 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 ; To be my child Cordelia. Cor. 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 Cor. Lear. Am I in France? Lear. Do not abuse me. No cause, no cause. In your own kingdom, sir. Phys. 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. 5 Desire him to go in; trouble him no more, Till further settling. Cor. 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. Gent. Holds it true, sir, That the duke of Cornwall was so slain? Kent. Gent. Who is conductor of his people? Kent. The bastard son of Gloster. Gent. Most certain, sir. As 'tis said, They say, Edgar, His banish'd son, is with the earl of Kent 'Tis time to look about; the powers o'the kingdom Approach apace. Gent. The arbitrement is like to be a bloody. Fare you well, sir. [Exit. 5 To make him even o'er the time he has lost.] i. e. to reconcile it to his apprehension. VOL. VIII. |