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A59493
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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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the Sports before us who are These Enter the Gentleman pursu'd by Kent Glost. Now what 's the matter Duke Keep peace upon your Lives he dies that strikes Whence and what are ye Att. Sir they are Messengers the one from your Sister The other from the King Duke Your Difference speak Gent. I 'm scarce in breath my Lord. Kent No marvel you have so bestirr'd your Valour Nature disclaims the Dastard a Taylor made him Duke Speak yet how grew your Quarrel Gent. Sir this old Ruffian here whose Life I spar'd In pity to his Beard Kent Thou Essence Bottle In pity to my Beard Your leave my Lord And I will tread the Muss-cat into Mortar Duke Know'st thou our Presence Kent Yes Sir but Anger has a Privilege Duke Why art thou angry Kent That such a Slave as this shou'd wear a Sword And have no Courage Office and no Honesty Not Frost and Fire hold more Antipathy Than I and such a Knave Glost. Why dost thou call him Knave Kent His Countenance likes me not Duke No more perhaps does Mine nor His or Hers. Kent Plain-dealing is my Trade and to be plain Sir I have seen better Faces in my time Than stands on any Shoulders now before me Reg. This is some Fellow that having once been prais'd For Bluntness since affects a sawcy Rudeness But I have known one of these surly Knaves That in his Plainness harbour'd more Design Than twenty cringing complementing Minions Duke What 's the offence you gave him Gent. Never any Sir It pleas'd the King his Master lately To strike me on a slender misconstruction Whilst watching his Advantage this old Lurcher Tript me behind for which the King extold him And flusht with th' honour of this bold exploit Drew on me here agen Duke Bring forth the Stocks we 'll teach you Kent Sir I 'm too old to learn Call not the Stocks for me I serve the King On whose Employment I was sent to you You 'll shew too small Respect and too bold Malice Against the Person of my royal Master Stocking his Messenger Duke Bring forth the Stocks as I have Life and Honour There shall he sit till Noon Reg. Till Noon my Lord till Night and all Night too Kent Why Madam if I were your Father's Dog You wou'd not use me so Reg. Sir being his Knave I will Glost. Let me beseech your Graces to forbear him His fault is much and the good King his Master Will check him for 't but needs must take it ill To be thus slighted in his Messenger Duke Wee 'l answer that Our Sister may receive it worse to have Her Gentleman assaulted to our business lead Exit Glost. I am sorry for thee Friend 't is the Duke's pleasure Whose Disposition will not be controll'd But I 'll entreat for thee Kent Pray do not Sir I have watcht and travell'd hard Some time I shall sleep out the rest I 'll whistle Ex. Glost. Fare-well t' ye Sir All weary and o're-watcht I feel the drowzy Guest steal on me take Advantage heavy Eyes of this kind Slumber Not to behold this vile and shamefull Lodging Sleeps Enter Edgar Edg. I heard my self proclaim'd And by the friendly Hollow of a Tree Escapt the Hunt no Port is free no place Where Guards and most unusual Vigilance Do not attend to take me how easie now 'T were to defeat the malice of my Trale And leave my Griefs on my Sword 's reeking point But Love detains me from Death's peacefull Cell Still whispering me Cordelia's in distress Unkinde as she is I cannot see her wretched But must be neer to wait upon her Fortune Who knows but the white minute yet may come When Edgar may do service to Cordelia That charming Hope still ties me to the Oar Of painfull Life and makes me too submit To th' humblest shifts to keep that Life a foot My Face I will besmear and knit my Locks The Country gives me proof and president Of Bedlam Beggars who with roaring Voices Strike in their numm'd and mortify'd bare Arms Pins Iron-spikes Thorns sprigs of Rosemary And thus from Sheep-coats Villages and Mills Sometimes with Prayers sometimes with Lunatick Banns Enforce their Charity poor Tyrligod poor Tom That 's something yet Edgar I am no more Exit Kent in the Stocks still Enter Lear attended Lear. 'T is strange that they shou'd so depart from home And not send back our Messenger Kent Hail noble Master Lear. How mak'st thou this Shame thy Pastime What 's he that has so much mistook thy Place To set thee here Kent It is both He and She Sir your Son and Daughter Lear. No. Kent Yes Lear No I say Kent I say yea Lear. By Jupiter I swear no. Kent By Juno I swear I swear I. Lear. They durst not do 't They cou'd not wou'd not do 't 't is worse then Murder To doe upon Respect such violent out-rage Resolve me with all modest haste which way Thou mayst deserve or they impose this usage Kent My Lord when at their Home I did commend your Highness Letters to them E'er I was Ris'n arriv'd another Post Steer'd in his haste breathless and panting forth From Gonerill his Mistress Salutations Whose Message being deliver'd they took Horse Commanding me to follow and attend The leisure of their Answer which I did But meeting that other Messenger Whose welcome I perceiv'd had poison'd mine Being the very Fellow that of late Had shew'n such rudeness to your Highness I Having more Man than Wit about me Drew On which he rais'd the House with Coward cries This was the Trespass which your Son and Daughter Thought worth the shame you see it suffer here Lear. Oh! how this Spleen swells upward to my Heart And heaves for passage down thou climing Rage Thy Element's below where is this Daughter Kent Within Sir at a Masque Enter Gloster Lear. Now Gloster ha Deny to speak with me th' are sick th' are weary They have travell'd hard to Night meer fetches Bring me a better Answer Glost. My dear Lord You know the fiery Quality of the Duke Lear. Vengeance Death Plague Confusion Fiery what Quality why Gloster Gloster I 'd speak with the Duke of Cornwal and his Wife Glost. I have inform'd 'em so Lear. Inform'd ' em dost thou understand me Man I tell thee Gloster Glost. I my good Lord. Lear. The King wou'd speak with Cornwal the dear Father Wou'd with his Daughter speak commands her Service Are they inform'd of this my Breath and Blood Fiery the fiery Duke tell the hot Duke No but not yet may be he is not well Infirmity do's still neglect all Office I beg his Pardon and I 'll chide my Rashness That took the indispos'd and sickly Fit For the sound Man but wherefore sits he there Death on my State this Act convinces me That this Retiredness of the Duke and her Is plain Contempt give me my Servant forth Go tell the Duke and 's Wife I 'd speak with ' em Now
arroynt her Glost. What has your Grace no better Company Edg. The Prince of Darkness is a Gentleman Modo he is call'd and Mahu Glost. Go with me Sir hard by I have a Tenant My Duty cannot suffer me to obey in all your Daughters hard Commands who have enjoyn'd me to make fast my Doors and let this Tyrannous Night take hold upon you Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out and bring you where both Fire and Food is ready Kent Good my Lord take his offer Lear. First let me talk with this Philosopher Say Stagirite what is the Cause of Thunder Glost. Beseech you Sir go with me Lear. I 'll talk a Word with this same Learned Theban What is your Study Edg. How to prevent the Fiend and to kill Vermin Lear. Let me ask you a Word in private Kent His Wits are quite unsetled Good Sir let 's force him hence Glost. Canst blame him his Daughters seek his Death This Bedlam but disturbs him the more Fellow be gone Edg. Child Rowland to the dark Tow'r came His Word was still Fie Fo and Fum I smell the Bloud of a British Man Oh Torture Exit Glost. Now I prethee Friend let 's take him in our Arms and carry him where he shall meet both Welcome and Protection Good Sir along with us Lear. You say right let 'em Anatomize Regan see what breeds about her Heart is there any Cause in Nature for these hard Hearts Kent Beseech your Grace Lear. Hist Make no Noise make no Noise so so we 'll to Supper i' th' Morning Exeunt Enter Cordelia and Arante Ar. Dear Madam rest ye here our search is Vain Look here 's a shed beseech ye enter here Cord. Prethee go in thy self seek thy own Ease Where the Mind 's free the Body's Delicate This Tempest but diverts me from the Thought Of what wou'd hurt me more Enter Two Ruffians 1 Ruff. We have dog'd 'em far enough this Place is private I 'll keep 'em Prisoners here within this Hovell Whilst you return and bring Lord Edmund Hither But help me first to House ' em 2 Ruff. Nothing but this dear Devil Shows Gold Shou'd have drawn me through all this Tempest But to our Work They seize Cordelia and Arante who Shriek out Soft Madam we are Friends dispatch I say Cord. Help Murder help Gods some kind Thunderbolt To strike me Dead Enter Edgar Edg. What Cry was That ha Women seiz'd by Ruffians Is this a Place and Time for Villany Avaunt ye Bloud-hounds Drives'em with his Quarter-staff Both. The Devil the Devil Run off Edg. O speak what are ye that appear to be O' th' tender Sex and yet unguarded Wander Through the dead Mazes of this dreadfull Night Where tho' at full the Clouded Moon scarce darts Imperfect Glimmerings Cord. First say what art thou Our Guardian Angel that wer 't pleas'd t' assume That horrid shape to fright the Ravishers We 'll kneel to Thee Edg. O my tumultuous Bloud By all my trembling Veins Cordelia's Voice 'T is she her self My Senses sure conform To my wild Garb and I am Mad indeed Cord. Whate're thou art befriend a wretched Virgin And if thou canst direct our weary search Edg. Who relieves poor Tom that sleeps on the Nettle with the Hedge-pig for his Pillow Whilst Smug ply'd the Bellows She truckt with her Fellows The Freckle-fac't Mab Was a Blouze and a Drab Yet Swithin made Oberon jealous Oh! Torture Ar. Alack Madam a poor wandring Lunatick Cord. And yet his Language seem'd but now well temper'd Speak Friend to one more wretched than thy self And if thou hast one Interval of sense Inform us if thou canst where we may find A poor old Man who through this Heath has stray'd The tedious Night Speak sawest thou such a One Edg. The King her Father whom she's come to seek Aside Through all the Terrors of this Night O Gods That such amazing Piety such Tenderness Shou'd yet to me be Cruel Yes Fair One such a One was lately here And is convey'd by some that came to seek him T' a Neighb'ring Cottage but distinctly where I know not Cord. Blessings on 'em Let 's find him out Arante for thou seest We are in Heavens Protection Going off Edg. O Cordelia Cord. Ha! Thou knowst my Name Edg. As you did once know Edgar's Cord. Edgar Edg. The poor Remains of Edgar what your Scorn Has left him Cord. Do we wake Arante Edg. My Father seeks my Life which I preserv'd In hopes of some blest Minute to oblidge Distrest Cordelia and the Gods have giv'n it That Thought alone prevail'd with me to take This Frantick Dress to make the Earth my Bed With these bare Limbs all change ofSeasons bide Noons scorching Heat and Midnights piercing Cold To feed on Offals and to drink with Herds To Combat with the Winds and be the Sport Of Clowns or what 's more wretched yet their Pity Ar. Was ever Tale so full ofMisery Edg. But such a Fall as this I grant was due To my aspiring Love for 't was presumptuous Though not presumptuously persu'd For well you know I wore my Flames conceal'd And silent as the Lamps that Burn in Tombs 'Till you perceiv'd my Grief with modest Grace Drew forth the Secret and then seal'd my Pardon Cord. You had your Pardon nor can you Challenge more Edg. What do I. Challenge more Such Vanity agrees not with these Rags When in my prosp'rous State rich Gloster's Heir You silenc'd my Pretences and enjoyn'd me To trouble you upon that Theam no more Then what Reception must Love's Language find From these bare Limbs and Beggers humble Weeds Cord. Such as the Voice of Pardon to a Wretch Condemn'd Such as the Shouts Of succ'ring Forces to a Town besieg'd Edg. Ah! what new Method now of Cruelty Cord. Come to my Arms thou dearest best of Men And take the kindest Vows that e're were spoke By a protesting Maid Edg. Is' t possible Cord. By the dear Vital Stream that baths my Heart These hallow'd Rags ofThine and naked Vertue These abject Tassels these fantastick Shreds Ridiculous ev'n to the meanest Clown To me are dearer than the richest Pomp Of purple Monarchs Edg. Generous charming Maid The Gods alone that made can rate thy Worth This most amazing Excellence shall be Fame's Triumph in succeeding Ages when Thy bright Example shall adorn the Scene And teach the World Perfection Cord. Cold and weary We 'll rest a while Arante on that Straw Then forward to find out the poor Old King Edg. Look I have Flint and Steel the Implements Of wandring Lunaticks I 'll strike a Light And make a Fire beneath this Shed to dry Thy Storm-drencht Garments e're thou Lie to rest thee Then Fierce and Wakefull as th' Hesperian Dragon I 'll watch beside thee to protect thy Sleep Mean while the Stars shall dart their kindest Beams And Angels Visit my Cordelia's Dreams Exeunt SCENE The Palace Enter Cornwall Regan Bastard Servants Cornwall with