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The history of King Lear acted at the Duke's theatre / reviv'd with alterations by N. Tate.
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Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Lear.
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we came Crying hither Thou knowst the first time that We tast the Air We Wail and Cry I 'll preach to thee Mark Edg. Break lab'ring Heart Lear. When we are Born we Cry that we are come To this great Stage of Fools Enter Two or Three Gentlemen Gent. O here he is lay hand upon him Sir Your dearest Daughter sends Lear. No Rescue what a Prisoner I am even the natural Fool of Fortune Use me well you shall have Ransome let me have Surgeons Oh I am cut to th' Brains Gent. You shall have any Thing Lear. No Second's all my Self I will Die bravely like a smug Bridegroom flusht and pamper'd as a Priest's Whore I am a King my Masters know ye that Gent. You are a Royal one and we Obey you Lear. It were an excellent Stratagem to Shoe a Troop of Horse with Felt I 'll put in proof no Noise no Noise now will we steal upon these Sons in Law and then Kill kill kill kill Ex. Running Glost. A Sight most moving in the meanest Wretch Past speaking in a King Now good Sir what are you Edg. A most poor Man made tame to Fortune's strokes And prone to Pity by experienc'd Sorrows give me your Hand Glost. You ever gentle Gods take my Breath from me And let not my ill Genius tempt me more To Die before you please Enter Gonerill's Gentleman Usher Gent. A proclaim'd Prize O most happily met That Eye-less Head of thine was first fram'd Flesh To raise my Fortunes Thou old unhappy Traytor The Sword is out that must Destroy thee Glost. Now let thy friendly Hand put Strength enough to 't Gent. Wherefore bold Peasant Darst thou support a publisht Traytor hence Lest I destroy Thee too Let go his Arm. Edg. ' I hill not Let go Zir without vurther ' Casion Gent. Let go Slave or thou Dyest Edg. Good Gentleman go your Gate and let poor Volk pass and'Chu'd ha' bin Zwagger'd out of my Life it wou'd not a bin zo long as 't is by a Vort-night Nay an' thou com'st near th' old Man I'ce try whether your Costard or my Ballow be th' harder Gent. Out Dunghill Edg. ' I hill pick your Teeth Zir Come no matter vor your Voines Gent. Slave thou hast Slain me oh untimely Death Edg. I know thee well a serviceable Villain As duteous to the Vices of thy Mistress As Lust cou'd wish Glost. What is he Dead Edg. Sit you Sir and rest you This is a Letter Carrier and may have Some Papers of Intelligence that may stand Our Party in good stead to know what 's here Takes a Letter out of his Pocket opens and reads To Edmund Earl of Glester Let our Mutual Loves be remembred you have many opportu nities to Cut him off if he return the Conqueror then I am still a Prisoner and his Bed my Goal from the loath'd Warmth of which deliver me and supply the Place for your Labour Gonerill A Plot upon her Husband's Life And the Exchange my Brother here i' th' Sands I 'll rake thee up thou Messenger ofLust Griev'd only that thou hadst no other Deaths-man In Time and Place convenient I 'll produce These Letters to the Sight of th' injur'd Duke As best shall serve our Purpose Come your Hand Far off methinks I hear the beaten Drum Come Sir I will bestow you with a Friend Exeunt A Chamber Lear a Sleep on a Couch Cordelia and Attendants standing by him Cord. His Sleep is sound and may have good Effect To Cure his jarring Senses and repair This Breach of Nature Phys. We have employ'd the utmost Pow'r of Art And this deep Rest will perfect our Design Cord. O Regan Gonerill inhumane Sisters Had he not been your Father these white Hairs Had challeng'd sure some pity was this a Face To be expos'd against the jarring Winds My Enemy's Dog though he had bit me shou'd Have stood that Night against my Fire he wakes speak to him Gent. Madam do you 't is fittest Cord. How do's my royal Lord how fares your Majesty Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th' Grave Ha! is this too a World of Cruelty I know my Priviledge think not that I will Be us'd still like a wretched Mortal no No more of That Cord. Speak to me Sir who am I Lear. You are a Soul in Bliss but I am bound Upon a wheel of Fire which my own Tears Do scald like Molten Lead Cord. Sir do you know me Lear. You are a Spirit I know where did you Die Cord. Still still far wide Phys. Madam he 's scarce awake he 'll soon grow more compos'd Lear. Where have I been where am I fair Day-light I am mightily abus'd I shou'd ev'n Die with pity To see Another thus I will not swear These are my Hands Cord. O look upon me Sir And hold your Hands in Blessing o're me nay 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 with you I fear I am not in my perfect Mind Cord. Nay then farewell to patience witness for me Ye mighty Pow'rs I ne're complain'd till now Lear. Methinks I shou'd know you and know this Man Yet I am Doubtfull for I am mainly Ignorant What Place this is and all the skill I have Remembers not these Garments nor do I know Where I did Sleep last Night pray do not mock me For as I am a Man I think that Lady To be my Child Cordelia Cord. O my dear dear Father Lear. Be your Tears wet yes faith pray do not weep I know I have giv'n thee Cause and am so humbled With Crosses since that I cou'd ask Forgiveness of thee were it possible That thou cou'dst grant it but I 'm well assur'd Thou canst not therefore I do stand thy Justice If thou hast Poyson for me I will Drink it Bless thee and Die Cord. O pity Sir a bleeding Heart and cease This killing Language Lear. Tell me Friends where am I Gent. In your own Kingdom Sir Lear. Do not Abuse me Gent. Be comforted good Madam for the Violence Of his Distemper's past we 'll lead him in Nor trouble him till he is better Setled Wilt please you Sir walk into freer Air. Lear. You must bear with me I am Old and Foolish They lead him off Cord. The Gods restore you heark I hear afar The beaten Drum Old Kent's a Man of 's Word O for an Arm Like the fierce Thunderer's when th' earth-born Sons Storm'd Heav'n to fight this injur'd Father's Battle That I cou'd shift my Sex and die me deep In his Opposer's Blood but as I may With Womens Weapons Piety and Pray'rs I 'll aid his Cause You never-erring Gods Fight on his side and Thunder on his Foes Such Tempest as his poor ag'd Head sustain'd Your Image suffers when a Monarch bleeds 'T is your own Cause for that your Succours bring Revenge your Selves and right an injur'd King End of the
Fourth Act. ACT V. SCENE A Camp Enter Gonerill and Attendants Gon. OUR Sisters Pow'rs already are arriv'd And She her self has promis'd to prevent The Night with her Approach have you provided The Banquet I bespoke for her Reception At my Tent Att. So please your Grace we have Gon. But thou my Poysner must prepare the Bowl That Crowns this Banquet when our Mirth is high The Trumpets sounding and the Flutes replying Then is the Time to give this fatal Draught To this imperious Sister if then our Arms succeed Edmund more dear than Victory is mine But if Defeat or Death it self attend me 'T will charm my Ghost to think I 've left behind me Trumpet No happy Rival heark she comes Exeunt Enter Bastard in his Tent. Bast. To both these Sisters have I sworn my Love Each jealous of the other as the Stung Are of the Adder neither can be held If both remain Alive where shall I fix Cornwall is Dead and Regan's empty Bed Seems cast by Fortune for me but already I have enjoy'd her and bright Gonerill With equal Charms brings dear variety And yet untasted Beauty I will use Her Husband's Countenance for the Battail then Usurp at once his Bed and Throne Enter Officers My trusty Scouts y' are well return'd have ye descry'd The Strength and Posture of the Enemy Off. We have and were surpriz'd to find The banisht Kent return'd and at their Head Your Brother Edgar on the Rear Old Gloster a moving Spectacle led through their Ranks Whose pow'rfull Tongue and more prevailing Wrongs Have so enrag'd their rustick Spirits that with Th' approaching Dawn we must expect their Battle Bast. You bring a welcome Hearing Each to his Charge Line well your Ranks and stand on your Award To Night repose you and i' th' Morn we 'll give The Sun a Sight that shall be worth his Rising Exeunt SCENE A Valley near the Camp Enter Edgar and Gloster Edg. Here Sir take you the shadow of this Tree For your good Host pray that the Right may thrive If ever I return to you again I 'll bring you Comfort Exit Glost. Thanks friendly Sir The Fortune your good Cause deserves betide you An Alarum after which Gloster speaks The Fight grows hot the whole War 's now at Work And the goar'd Battle bleeds in every Vein Whilst Drums and Trumpets drown loud Slaughter's Roar Where 's Gloster now that us'd to head the Fray And scour the Ranks where deadliest Danger lay Here like a Shepherd in a lonely Shade Idle unarm'd and listning to the Fight Yet the disabled Courser Maim'd and Blind When to his Stall he hears the ratling War Foaming with Rage tears up the batter'd Ground And tugs for Liberty No more of Shelter thou blind Worm but forth To th' open Field the War may come this way And crush thee into Rest. Here lay thee down And tear the Earth that work befits a Mole O dark Despair when Edgar wilt thou come To pardon and dismiss me to the Grave A Retreat sounded Heark a Retreat the King has Lost or Won Re-enter Edgar bloody Edg. Away old Man give me your Hand away King Lear has loft He and his Daughter tane And this ye Gods is all that I can save Of this most precious Wreck give me your Hand Glost. No farther Sir a Man may Rot even here Edg. What in ill Thoughts again Men must endure Their going hence ev'n as their coming hither Glost. And that 's true too Exeunt Flourish Enter in Conquest Albany Gonerill Regan Bastard Lear Kent Cordelia Prisoners Alb. It is enough to have Conquer'd Cruelty Shou'd ne're survive the Fight Captain o' th' Guards Treat well your royal Prisoners till you have Our further Orders as you hold our Pleasure Gon. Heark Sir not as you hold our Husbands pleasure To the Captain aside But as you hold your Life dispatch your Pris'ners Our Empire can have no sure Settlement But in their Death the Earth that covers them Binds fast our Throne Let me hear they are Dead Capt. I shall obey your Orders Bast. Sir I approve it safest to pronounce Sentence of Death upon this wretched King Whose Age has Charms in it his Title more To draw the Commons once more to his Side 'T were best prevent Alb. Sir by your Favour I hold you but a Subject of this War Not as a Brother Reg. That 's as we list to Grace him Have you forgot that He did lead our Pow'rs Bore the Commission of our Place and Person And that Authority may well stand up And call it self your Brother Gon. Not so hot In his own Merits he exalts himself More than in your Addition Enter Edgar disguised Alb. What art Thou Edg. Pardon me Sir that I presume to stop A Prince and Conquerour yet e'er you Triumph Give Ear to what a Stranger can deliver Of what concerns you more than Triumph can I do impeach your General there of Treason Lord Edmund that usurps the Name of Gloster Of fowlest Practice 'gainst your Life and Honour This Charge is True and wretched though I seem I can produce a Champion that will prove In single Combat what I do avouch If Edmund dares but trust his Cause and Sword Bast. What will not Edmund dare my Lord I beg The favour that you 'd instantly appoint The Place where I may meet this Challenger Whom I will sacrifice to my wrong'd Fame Remember Sir that injur'd Honour 's nice And cannot brook delay Alb. Anon before our Tent i' th' Army's view There let the Herald cry Edg. I thank your Highness in my Champion's Name He 'll wait your Trumpet 's call Alb. Lead Exeunt Manent Lear Kent Cordelia guarded Lear. O Kent Cordelia You are the onely Pair that I e'er wrong'd And the just Gods have made you Witnesses Of my Disgrace the very shame of Fortune To see me chain'd and shackled at these years Yet were you but Spectatours of my Woes Not fellow-sufferers all were well Cord. This language Sir adds yet to our Affliction Lear. Thou Kent didst head the Troops that fought my Battel Expos'd thy Life and Fortunes for a Master That had as I remember banisht Thee Kent Pardon me Sir that once I broke your Orders Banisht by you I kept me here disguis'd To watch your Fortunes and protect your Person You know you entertain'd a rough blunt Fellow One Cajus and you thought he did you Service Lear. My trusty Cajus I have lost him too Weeps 'T was a rough Honesty Kent I was that Cajus Disguis'd in that course Dress to follow you Lear. My Cajus too wer 't thou my trusty Cajus Enough enough Cord. Ah me he faints his Blood forsakes his Cheek Help Kent Lear. No no they shall not see us weep We 'll see them rot first Guards lead away to Prison Come Kent Cordelia come We Two will sit alone like Birds i' th' Cage When Thou dost ask me Blessing I 'll kneel down And ask of Thee