William Shakespeare

KING LEAR


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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 goodyears 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.

       Capt.

       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.

       Capt.

       I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats;

       If it be man’s work, I’ll do’t.

       [Exit.]

       [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

       Tomorrow, 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 asquint.

       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 thine arrest,

       This gilded serpent [pointing to Goneril.],—For your claim, fair

       sister,

       I bar it in the interest of my wife;

       ‘Tis she is subcontracted to this lord,

       And I, her husband, contradict your bans.

       If you will marry, make your loves to me,—

       My lady is bespoke.

       Gon.

       An interlude!

       Alb.

       Thou art arm’d, Gloster:—let the trumpet sound:

       If none appear to prove upon thy person

       Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons,

       There is my pledge [throwing 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 [throwing 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