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Edg. Chill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion. Stew. Let go, slave, or thou diest.
Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volk pass. And ch’ad ha' been zwagger'd out of my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man; keep out, che vor'ye, or ise try whether your costard or my bat be the harder : Ch’ill be plain with you.
Stew. Out, dungbill!
Edg. Ch’ill pick your teeth, zir: Come; no matter vor your foins. [They fight; and Edg. knocks him down. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me:-Villain, take my
-0, untimely death! [Dies. ‘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,
friends.-He's dead; I am only sorry He had no other death’s-man.-Let us see: Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not: To know our enemies' minds, we'd rip their hearts; Their papers, is more lawful.
[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 fruitfülly offered. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror: Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my guol; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour.
Your wife (so I would say), and your affectionate servant,
GONERIL. 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,
Thee I'll rake up, the post ansanctified
.[Exit Edgar, dragging out the Body.
Re-enter EDGAR. Edg:
Give me your hand: Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. [Exeunt,
SCENE VII. A Tent in the French Camp. LEAR on a Bed, asleep; Physician, Gentlemun, and
others, attending; Enter ČORDELJA 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'erpaid.
Pardon me, dear madam;
[To the Physician. Phys. Madam, sleeps still.
Cor. O you kind gods,
The untun'd and jarring senses, O, wind up
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.
Kind and dear princess !
Phys. Madam, do you; 'tis fittest.
Sir, do you know me? Leur. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die?
Cor. Still, still, far wide!
0, look upon me, sir,
Pray, do not mock me:
And so I am, I am.
No cause, no cause.
In your own kingdomn, sir. Lear. Do not abuse me. 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. Desire him to go in; trouble him no more, Till further settling.
Cor. Will’t please your highness walk?
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,
Most certain, sir.
As 'tis said,
They say, Edgar,
Kent. Report is changeable.
Gent. The arbitrement is like to be a bloody.
[Exit. Kent. My point and period will be throughly wrought, Or well, or ill, as this day's battle's fought. [Exit.