This is a production of West Virginia Public Broadcasting [PIANO] I thought the king had more effected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall did always seem so to us.

But now in the division of the Kingdom, it appears not which of the Duke she values most.

It's not this your son, my Lord, his breeding ma'am have been at my charge.

I so often blush to acknowledge him that now I am brazed to it.

I cannot conceive you.

Ma'am, this young fellows mother could, whereupon I grew round wound and had indeed ma'am a son from my cradle ear, I had a husband for my bed .

Do you smell a fault?

I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.

But I have a son by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dear in my account.

Do you know this noble, gentle woman, Edmund?

No, my Lord My Lord of Kent.

Remember her here after, as my honorable friend.

My services to your lordship.

I must love you and sue to know you better.

I shall study deserving.

He hath been out nine years and shall away again.

The king is coming.

Attend the Lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.

[Gloucester] I shall my lord.

Meantime, we shall express our darker purpose.

Give me the map there.

Know that we have divided in three our kingdom, and 'tis our fast intent to shake all cares and business from our age, conferring them on younger strengths while we unburdened crawl toward death.

[LAUGHTER] My son of Cornwall and you, my no less loving son of Albany.

We have this hour a constant will to publish our daughters' several dowers.

That future strife may be prevented now.

The two great lords France and Burgundy, great rivals and our youngest daughters love long in our court have made their amorous sojourn and here are to be answered.

He.

The.

[LAUGHS] Tell me my daughters.

Which of you, shall we say, doth love us most.

love us most, that we are?

[Lear] That we are largest bounty may bestow Where nature doth with merit challange.

doth with merit challenge.

Goneril, our eldest born speak first.

Mam, I love you more than word can wield the matter dearer than eyesight, space and liberty beyond what can be valued, rich or rare.

No less than life with grace, health, beauty, honor, as much as child e'er loved or mother found.

A love that makes breath poor and speech unable.

Beyond all manner of so much.

I love you.

Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, with shadowy forests and with champains riched with plenteous rivers and wide skirted meads , we make the lady to thine and Albany's issue be this perpetual.

What says our second daughter, our dearest Regan, wife of Cornwall.

Speak.

I am made of that self mettle as my sister and prize me at her worth.

In my true heart, I find she names my very deed of love.

Only she comes to short.

[LAUGHTER] That I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, which the most precious square of sense possesses.

And find I am alone, felicitate In your dear highness's love.

To thee and thine hereditary ever remain this ample third of our fair kingdom, no less and space validity and pleasure than that conferred on Goneril.

[Lear] Now.

Our joy, [Lear] although our last and least.

[Lear] What can you say to draw a third more opulent [Lear] than your sisters?

Nothing.

My Lord.

Nothing?

Nothing.

Nothing will come of nothing, speak again.

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave my heart into my mouth.

I love Your Majesty according to my bond, no more, no less.

[Lear] How how Cordelia!

How how Cordelia mend your speech a little.

Mend your speech a little.

Lest you may mar your fortunes.

Good, my lord.

You have begot me, bred me, loved me.

I return those duties back as our right fit, obey you love you and most honor you.

Why have my sisters husbands, if they say they love you all you all happily, when I shall wed that Lord whose hand must take Haply, when I shall wed that Lord whose hand must take my plight, shall carry half my love with him, half my care and duty.

Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters to love my mother all.

But goes thy heart with this?

Aye, my lord.

So young and so untender!

So young, my lord, and true.

Let it be so thy truth, then be thy dower [Lear] For by the sacred radiance of the Sun, the mysteries of Hecate and the night, by all the operation of the orbs from whom we do exist and cease to be here, I disclaim all my maternal care, propinquity and property of blood, and as a stranger from my heart and me, hold thee from this forever.

Good my liege- Peace,Kent!

Good.

My peace can't come.

Come not between the dragon and her wrath.

I loved her most and thought to set my rest on her kind nursery.

[Lear] Hence and avoid my sight.

So be my grave, my peace.

as here I give her mother's heart for her.

Call France.

Who stirs?!

Call Burgundy!

Cornwall and Albany with my two daughters doower digest the third let pride, which she calls plainness marry her.

I do invest you jointly with my power preeminence and all the large effects that troop with majesty ourself, my monthly course with reservation of a hundred knights by you to be sustained,shall our abode make with you by due turn only we shall retain the name and all the additions to a king.

The sway revenue execution of the rest.

Beloved sons, be yours, which to confirm this coronet part between you.

[LOUND CLANG] Royal Lear, whom I have ever honored as my king loved as my mother, as my master followed, as my great patron thought on in my prayers.

The bow is bent and drawn.

Make from the shaft.

Let it fall.

rather thought the fork invade the region of my heart.

Be Kent unmannerly when Lear is mad.

What wouldst thou do, old woman?

Think’st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows?

To plainness honor’s bound when majesty falls to folly.

Kent, on thy life, no more.

My life I never held but as a pawn to wage against thine enemies, Nor fear to lose it, thy safety being motive Out of my sight!

See better, Lear, and let me still remain the true blank of thine eye.

See better, Lear, and let me still remain the true blank of thine eye.

Now by Apollo- .

Now by Apollo,King Thou swear'st thy gods and vain.

O vassal!

Miscreant!

[Albany/Cornwall] Dear sir, forbear.

Hear me, recreant; on thine allegiance, Hear Me That thou has sought to make us break our vows and with a strained pride to come betwixt our sentence and our power, take thy reward.

five days, do we allot thee for provision to shield thee from disasters of the world and on the sixth to turn thy hated back on our fair kingdom.

If on the tenth day following thy banished trunk, be found in our dominions, the moment is thy death.

Away!

By Jupiter, this shall not be revoked.

Fare thee well, King Sith thus thou wilt appear, freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, That justly think’st and hast most rightly said.

My Lord of Burgundy, we first address toward you, who with this king hath rivaled for our daughter.

What in the least, Will you require and present dower with her or cease your quest of love?

Most Royal Majesty, I crave no more than hath your Highness offered, nor will you tender less.

Right noble Burgundy, when she was dear to us, we did hold her so, But now her price is fallen.

Sir, there she stands.

If aught within that little seeming something, Or all of it, with our displeasure pieced and nothing more, May fitly like your Grace, She's there, and she is yours.

I know no answer.

Will you, with the infirmities she owes, Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate, Dowered with our curse and strangered with our oath, Take her or leave her?

Pardon me, roil grace election makes not up in such conditions.

Then leave her, sir.

For you.

Great King.

I would not from your love make such a stray to match you where I hate.

Therefore beseech you T’ avert your liking a more worthier way than on a wretch whom Nature is ashamed almost t’ acknowledge hers.

This is most strange, that she whom even but now was your best object, The dearest, should in this trice of time commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle So many folds a favor.

I yet beseech you your Majesty, if for I want that glib and oily art to speak and purpose not.

That you make known it is no vicious blot, murder or foulness, No unchaste action or dishonored step That hath deprived me of your grace and favor But even for want of that, for which I am richer, a still-soliciting eye and such a tongue that I am glad I have not, though not to have it hath lost me in your liking.

Better thou hadst not been born than not t’ have pleased me better.

Is it but this—a tardiness in nature which often leaves the history unspoke that it intends to do?

My Lord of Burgundy, What say you to the lady?

where you have her, she is herself a dowry.

Royal King give, but that portion, which yourself proposed, and here I take Cordelia by the hand, Duchess of Burgundy.

Nothing.

I have sworn.

I am firm.

I'm sorry, then you have so lost a mother that you must lose a husband.

Peace be with Burgundy.

Since that respect and fortunes are his love, I shall not be his wife.

Fairest Cordelia, now art, most rich, being poor, most choice forsaken and most loved, despised, then thy virtues here I seize upon.

Be it lawful, I take up what's cast away, thy doubtless daughter king.

Throw to our chance as queen of us, of ours and our fair France.

Thou hast to France.

Let it be thine, but we have no such daughter, nor shall ever see that face of hers again.

Therefore, begone without our grace, our love, Our bennison.

Come, nobel Burgundy.

Bid farewell to your sisters.

The jewels of her mother with washed eyes, Cordelia leaves you.

I know you what you are.

Love well, our mother, to your professèd bosoms.

I commit her.

But yet, alas, to die within her grace, I would prefer her to a better place.

So farewell to you, both.

Proscribe not us our duty, let your study be to content your lord who hath received you at Fortune’s alms.

You have obedient, scanted and well are worth the want that you have wanted.

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, Well, may you prosper.

Come, my fair Cordelia.

I think our mother will hence tonight, That's for certain.

And with you next month with us, you see how full of changes her age is.

She always loved her sister most and with what poor judgment she has now cast her off appears to grossly.

‘Tis the infirmity of her age.

Yet he hath ever but slenderly known herself.

The best and soundest of her time hath been but rash.

Pray you, Let us sit together.

We shall further think of it.

We must do something.

And i’ th’ heat.

[Edmund] Thou, nature, art my goddess.

To thy law, my services are bound.

Wherefore should I stand in the plague of custom, and permit the curiosity of nations to deprive me for that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines lag of a brother?

Why “bastard”?

Wherefore “base,” .

When my dimensions are as compact, my mind as generous and my shape as true as honest madam's issue?

Why brand they us with “base,” with”baseness,” “bastardy,” base”...”base.

Well then, legitimate Edgar, I must have your land.

our mother's love is to the bastard Edmund as to th’ legitimate, Fine word ”legitimate.” Well, my legit-mate, If this letter speed and my invention thrive, Edmond the base.

Shall top th’ legitimate.

I grow, I prosper.

Now.

God, Stand up for bastards!

[Gloucester] Edmund, how now?

What news?

So please your Lordship, none.

Why so earnestly seek you to put up that letter?

Well, I know no news, my Lord.

What paper were you reading?

Nothing.

My Lord.

No?

What needed then that terrible dispatch of it into your pocket?

Let's see.

Come, if it be nothing.

I shall not need spectacles.

I beseech you, ma'am.

Pardon me.

It is a letter from my brother that I have not all o’ erread; and for so much as I have perused, I find it not fit for your o’erlooking.

Give me the letter, sir.

[Gloucester reads]“I begin to find an idle and found bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.

If our mother would sleep till I waked her you should enjoy half her revenue forever and live the beloved of your brother.

Edgar.” Hum?

Conspiracy?

“Sleep till I wake her.

You should enjoy half her revenue.” My son, Edgar!

When came here to this?

Who brought it?

It was not brought me my lord; There's the cunning of it.

I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet.

You know the character to be your brother's.

If the matter were good, my lord, I durst swear it were his; It is his.

It is his hand, my lord.

But I hope his heart is not in its contents.

Has he never before sounded you in this business?

Never.

My Lord.

But I have heard him oft maintain it fit that sons at perfect age and mother's declined, The mother should be as ward to the son, and the son manage her revenue.

O villain, villain!

His very opinion in the letter Unnatural villain.

Go, sirrah, seek him.

I'll apprehend him.

Where is he?

I do not well know, my lord.

Edmond, seek him out; wind me into him, I pray you frame the business after your own wisdom.

I will seek him, ma’am, presently, convey the business as I shall find means, and acquaint you with all.

These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked ‘twix son and mother.

Find out this villain, Edmund.

It shall lose thee nothing.

Do it carefully.

And the noble and true-hearted Kent banished!

Her offence, honesty!

‘Tis strange.

This is the excellent foppery of the world that when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behavior, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as though we were villains on necessity.

Fools by heavenly compulsion.

[Edmund singing] Fa, sol, la, mi... [Edgar] How now my brother Edmund.

What serious contemplation are you in?

I am thinking brother of a prediction I read this other day what should follow these eclipses.

Do you busy yourself with that?

Well, I promise you, the effects he writes of succeed unhappily.

How long have you been a secrtary astronomical?

When saw you, my mother last The night gone by.

Spake you with her?

[Edgar] Ay, two hours together.

Found, you know, displeasure in her by word nor countenance.

None at all.

Bethink yourself wherein you may have offended her and at my entreaty forbear her presence until some little time have qualified the heat of her displeasure, which at this instant rageth.

Some villain hath done me wrong.

[Edmund] That’s my fear.

Pray you till the speed of her rage goes slower.

Retire with me to my lodging from whence I will Fitly bring you to hear my lord speak Pray you.

Away, there's my key.

If you do stir abroad, go armed.

Armed, brother?

Brother, I advise you to the best.

I have told you what I have seen and heard, but faintly, nothing like the image and horror of it.

Pray you awake.

Shall I hear from you, Anon?

I do serve you in this business.

I see the business.

Let me, if not by birth,have land by wit.

[Goneril]Did my mother strike my gentleman for chiding of her fool?

[Oswalt) Ay, madam.

By day and night she wrongs me.

Every hour she flashes into one gross crime or other that set us all at odds.

I'll not endured it.

Her knights grow riotous, and she herself upbraids us on every trifle.

When she returns from hunting, I'll not speak with her, say I am sick.

If you should come slack of former services, you shall do well.

The fault of it, I'll answer.

She's coming, madam, I hear her.

Put on what weary negligence you please you and your fellows.

I'd have it come to question.

Idle old woman that would still manage those authorities she had given away.

Now, by my life.

Remember what I have said, well, madam.

I’ll write straight to my sister to hold my very course.

Prepare for dinner.

Let me not stay a jot for dinner.

Go, get it ready [LAUGHTER] How now, what art thou?

[Kent in disguise) A man, ma’am.

What dost thou profess?

What wouldst thou with us ?

I do prefer to be no less than I seem to serve one truly that'll put me in trust.

What about the very honest hearted fellow and as poor as the king, If thou be’st as poor for a subject as she for a king, Thou art poor enough.

What wouldst thou?

Service.

Who wouldst thou serve?

You.

Dost thou know me, fellow?

No, ma'am, but you have that in your countenance.

I would fain call master.

What's that?

Authority.

Follow me.

Thou shalt serve me.

[YELLS] Dinner, ho, dinner.

Where's my knave, my fool?

Go you and call my fool, hither.

You, you, shirah, where's my daughter?

So please you- What says the fellow there.

Call the clotpole back.

Where's my fool?

Ho!

I think the world's asleep.

How now?

Where's that mongrel?

He says, My Lord, that your daughter is not well, Why camee not the slave back to me when I called him?

He answered me, ma'am, in the roundest manner, he would not.

He would not.

Where's my fool?

I have not seen him these two days Since my young ladies going into France, ma’am, the Fool hath much pined away No more of that.

I've noted it well.

Go you and tell my daughter I would speak with her.

Go you call hither my fool.

Oh, you, sir.

You.

Come you hither, sir?

Who am I?

Sir?

My lady's mother.

My lady's mother?

My lord’s knave!

You whoreson dog, you slave, you cur!

I am none of these, my Lord, I beseech your pardon.

Do you Bandy looks with me, you rascal.

I'll not be pushed, my lord.

[Lear laughs] Or nor tripped neither, Oh fellow, I thank thee.

Thou serv’st me and I’ll love thee.

Come, sir, arise.

Away.

I'll teach you differences.

Away, away.

Oh right.

Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee.

There's earnest of thy service.

[Fool] Let me hire him too.

Here's my coxcomb.

How now, my pretty knave, how dost thou?

Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb.

Why, Fool?

Why?

For taking one's part that's out of favor.

There, take my coxcomb.

Why this lass has banished two on her daughters and did the third a blessing against her will.

If thou will follow her thou must needs wear my coxcomb.

How now, nuncle?

Would I had two coxcombs and two daughters.

Why my boy?

If I gave them all my living, I'd keep my coxcombs myself.

There's mine.

Beg another of thy daughters.

Take heed, sirrah - the whip.

Truth’s a dog; he must be whipped out.

A pestilent gall to me!

Sirrah, I’ll teach thee a speech.

[Lear] Do [Fool] Mark it, nuncle: [Rhythmic] Have more than just showest.

Speak less that thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest.

Leave thy drink and thy whore And keep in-a-door.

And thou shalt have more Than two tens to a score.

[Rhythmic] Why, this is nothing, fool.

Then t‘is like the breath of an unfee’d lawyer.

You gave me nothing for ’t.

Tell me, can you make no use of nothing, nuncle?

No boy.

Nothing can be made out of nothing.

Prithee, tell herm, so much of the rent of land comes to.

She will not believe a fool.

A bitter fool.

Dost know the difference, my boy between a sweet fool and a bitter one.

No lad, teach me.

That lord that counseled thee to give away thy land, come place him here by me; Do thou for him stand?

The sweet and bitter fool will presently appear: The one in motley here, the other found o u t there!

does that call me “Fool” boy?

Well, all thy other titles thou hast given away.

That thou was born with.

This is not altogether fool, my lord.

Nuncle, give me an egg, and I'll give thee two crowns.

What two crowns shall they be?

Why, after I have cut the egg in the middle and eat up the meat, the two crowns of the egg.

[pop] [pop] Thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown when thou gav’st thy golden one away.

Prithee, keep a schoolmaster that could teach thy fool to lie.

I would fain learn to lie.

An you lie, sirrah, we’ll have you whipped.

I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are.

They'll have me whipped for lying thou will have me whipped for speaking true and sometimes I'm whipped for holding my peace.

I'd rather be any kind o’ thing than a Fool.

How now, daughter?

What makes that frontlet on?

Methinks you are too much late in the frown?

Thou wast a pretty lady when thou had no need to care for her frowning.

I am better than thou art now.

I am a Fool.

Thou art nothing.

Not only, ma’am, this your all-licensed Fool, but other of your insolent retinue Do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth in rank and not-to-be-endured riots.

Ma’am, I had thought by making this well known onto you two have found a safe redress, but now grow fearful by what yourself too late have spoke and done that you protect this course and put it on by your own allowance.

The heage-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long, that it had its head bit off by its young.

So out went the candle and we were left darkling.

Are you our daughter?

I would you would make use of your good wisdom, whereof I know you are fraught, and put away these dispositions, which have late transport you from what you rightly are.

May not an ass know when when the cart draws the horse.

Whoop, Jug, I love thee Does any here know me?

This is not Lear.

Does Lear walk, speak thus?

[LAUGHTER] Thus, where are her eyes?

Who is it can tell me who I am?

[Fool] Leer’s shadow.

Your name, fair gentlewoman?

This admiration, ma’am, is much o’ the savor of other your new pranks.

I do beseech you to understand my purposes aright.

as you are old and reverend should be wise.

Here do you keep at point 100 knights and squires men so disordered, so debauched and bold that this our court, infected with their manners, shows like a riotous inn.

Be then desired by her.

That else will take the thing she begs a little to disquantity your train and the remainders that shall still depend to be such men as may besort your age, which know themselves and you.

Darkness and devils!

Saddle my horses.

Call my train together.

Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble thee.

Yet have I left a daughter.

You strike my people and your disordered rabble, make servants of their betters.

Woe that too late repents!

Oh sir, are you come?

Is it your will speak, sir?

Ingratitude, thou marble hearted fiend, Pray, ma'am, be patient.

Detested kite, thou liest.

My train are those of choice and rarest parts, O most small fault.

How ugly didst thou in Cordelia show, That drew from my heart all love and added to the gall!

Oh, Lear, Lear, Lear!

Beat at this gate that let thy folly in and thy dear judgment out.

Go, go, my people.

[Albany] My lord, I am guiltless as I am ignorant of what hath moved you.

It may be so, my lord.

Hear, Nature, hear Dear goddess, hear!

Suspend thy purpose if thou didst intend to make this creature fruitful.

Into her womb conveys sterility.

Dry up in her the organs of increase and from her derogate body never spring a babe to honor her.

If she must team, create her a child of spleen, that it may live and be a thwart disnatured torment to her.

that she may feel how sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child.

Away!

Away!

[Albany] Now, gods that we adore, whereof comes this?

Never afflict yourself to know more of it, but let her disposition have that scope as dotage gives it.

[Lear] What?

Fifty of my followers at a clap?

Within a fortnight?

What's the matter, ma'am?

I'll tell thee.

Life and death!

I am ashamed that thou hast power to shake my spirits up!

That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, should make me worth them.

Yea, is ‘t come to this?

Let it be so.

I have another daughter who I am sure is kind and comfortable when she shall hear this of thee with her nails she’ll flay thy wolvish visage.

Thou shalt find that I'll resume the shape which thou dost think I have cast off forever.

Do you mark that?

I cannot be so partial, Goneril to the great love I bear you I... Pray you, content.

What, Oswald, ho!

You, sir, more knave than Fool, after your master.

A fox, when one has caught her, and such a daughter should sure to the slaughter.

This woman hath had good counsel.

A hundred knights!

‘Tis politic and safe to let her keep at point a hundred knights Yes, that on each dream each buzz, each fancy complaint to dislike.

She may enguard her dotage with their powers and hold our lives in mercy.

What Oswald I say!

Well, you may fear too far.

Safer than trust too far.

I know her heart.

What she hath uttered I have writ my sister.

If she sustained her and her hundred knights when I have showed th’ unfitness.

What, Oswald, have you writ that letter to my sister?

Ay, madam Good, get you gone, and hasten your return No, no, my Lord, this.

Milky gentleness of yours, I condemn it, not yet under pardon.

You are much more at task for want of wisdom than praised for harmful mildness.

How far your eyes may pierce?

I cannot tell.

Striving to better, oft we mar what's well Nay, then?

Well, well, th’ event.

Go you before to Gloucester with these letters, acquaint my daughter no further with anything, you know?

Save that comes from her demand out of the letter.

If your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there afore you.

I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered your letters.

Canst thou tell by one's nose stands in the middle on his face?

No.

Why, to keep one's eyes of either side’s nose that what one cannot that what one cannot smell out, he may spy into.

I did her wrong.

Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?

No.

Nor I neither.

But I can tell why a snail has a house.

Why?

Why, to put her head in, not to give it away to her daughters and leave her horns without a case?

I will forget my nature.

If thou wert my Fool, nuncle, I’d have thee beaten for being old before thy time.

How's that?

Thou shouldst not have been old, till thou hadst been wise.

O, let me not be mad, Not mad, sweet heaven!

Keep me in temper.

I would not be mad!

Ready, my lord.

Come, boy.

[Edmund] Brother, a word.

Descend.

Brother, I say!

My mother watches.

Oh sir, intelligence is given where you are hid.

Have you not spoken ‘gainst the Duke of Cornwall?

He's coming hither, now, i’ th’ haste, and Regan with him.

[Edgar] I am sure on ‘t.

Not a word.

I hear my mother coming.

Pardon me.

In cunning I must draw on you.

Draw.

Seem to defend yourself.

Now, quit you well.

[Edmund] Yield!

Come before my mother!

Light, hoa, here!

[SWORDS CLANK] Fly, brother.

[Yells] Torches, torches!

So farewell.

I have seen drunkards do more than this in sport.

[SIGH] [YELLS] Mother, mother!

Stop, stop!

Wait,no help?

Now, Edmund, where’s the villain?

There he stood ma’am in the dark, with his sharp sword out, mumbling of wicked charms conjuring the moon to stand auspicious mistress.

But where is he?

Look, mom, I bleed.

Where is the villain, Edmund?

Oh, fled this way, ma’am, when by no means he could...

Pursue him, ho!

Go after?

By no means what.

Persuade me to the murder of your lordship.

Not in this land shall he remain uncaught, and found - dispatch?

The noble Duke of Cornwall comes tonight by his authority, I'll proclaim it.

He either conceals him, death.

When I dissuaded him from his intent and found him pight to do it, with curst speech, I threatened to discover him.

He replied, ”Thou unpossessing bastard” All ports I’ll bar.

The villain shall not ’scape.

The Duke must grant me that.

And of my land, loyal and natural boy, I’ll work the means to make thee capable.

[Cornwall] How now, my noble friend?

since I came hither, which I can call But now I've heard strange news.

[Regan] If it be true, all vengeance come too short, which can pursue th’ offender.

How dost, my lord?

[Gloucester] Oh madam, my old heart is cracked; It's cracked.

What, did my mother's godson seek your life?

He whom my mother named, your Edgar?

Oh lady, lady, shame would have it hid!

[Cornwall] Edmund, I hear you have shown your mother a childlike office.

It was my duty, sir.

He did bewray his practice, and received this hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.

Is he pursued?

Ay, my good lord.

If he be taken, he shall never more be feared of doing harm.

You know not why we came to visit you.

Thus out of season, threading dark eyed night Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise, wherein We must have use of your advice.

Our mother, she hath writ, so hath our sister, of differences, which I best thought it fit to answer from our home.

Our good old friend,bestow your needful counsel to our businesses.

I serve you, madam.

Your Graces are right welcome.

Good dawning to thee, friend.

Art of this house.

Ay.

Where may we set our horses?

I’ th’ mire.

Prithee, if thou lov’st me, tell me.

I love thee not.

Why dost thou use me thus?

I know thee not.

Fellow, I know thee.

What does thou know me for?

A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three suited, hundred pound lily-livered, finical rogue; beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch.

Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!

It is two days ago since I tripped up thy heels and beat thee before the king?

Draw, you rogue, you whoreson.

Draw!

Away!

I have nothing to do with thee.

Draw, you rascal!

You come with letters against the king.

Draw, you rogue.

Draw you rascal!

Come your way.

[Yells] Help, ho!

Murder!

Help!

Strike, you slave!

[Swords clang] Stand, rogue!

Stand, you meat slave!

Strike!

Help, help, Murder, Murder!

[Wimpering] Part!

Ha!

With you, Goodman boy, if you please.

Come up, I’ll flesh you.

Come on, young master.

[Gloucester] Weapons?

Arms?

What's the matter here?

[Cornwall] Peace, upon your lives!

He dies that strikes again.

What is the matter?

[Regan] The messengers from our sister and the king?

What is your difference?

Speak.

Well, I am scarce in breath, My Lord.

No, marvel.

You have so bestirred your valor.

You cowardly rascal.

[Cornwall] Speak yet, what is your quarrel?

[Oswald] This ancient ruffian, sir, whose whose life I have spared at suit of his grey beard Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter Spare on my gray beard you wagtail?

Peace, sirrah.

You beastly nave.

Know you no reverence.

Yes, sir.

But anger hath the privilege.

Why art thou angry?

What is his fault?

His countenance likes me not.

No more, perchance, does mine, nor his, nor hers Sir, ‘tis my occupation to be plain: I have seen better faces in my time than stands on any shoulder that I see before me at this instant.

[Cornwall] What was the offense you gave him?

[Owald] I never gave him any.

It pleased the king, his master, very late to strike at me upon his misconstruction when he tripped me behind being down, insulted, railed and put upon him such a deal of man that worthy had him got praises of the king for him attempting who was self subdued and in the fleshment of this dread exploit drew on me here again.

Rogue, coward!

Fetch forth the stocks.

you reverend braggart, we’ll teach you.

Call not your stocks for me.

I serve the king on whose employment I was sent to you.

Fetch forth the stocks.

By my life and honor, there shall he sit till noon.

[Regan] Till noon?

Till night, my lord, and all night to.

Why, madam, if I were your mother's dog, you would not use me so.

Sir, being her knave, I will.

This is a fellow of the selfsame color our sister speaks of.

Come bring away the stock.

[Glouchester] I do beseech your grace not to do so.

The king must take it ill that she's so slightly valued in her messenger should be thus restrained [Cornwall] I’ll answer that.

[Regan] My sister may receive it much more worse to have her gentlemen abused, assaulted for following her affairs.

Put in his legs.

Come, my good man, away.

I'm sorry for thee friend.

’Tis the Duke's pleasure.

Who all the world well knows will not be rubbed nor stopped I’ll entreat for thee.

No, pray do not, ma'am.

I have watched and traveled hard.

Sometime I shall sleep out; the rest I’ll whistle.

Give you good morrow.

The Dukes to blame in this.

’Twill be ill taken.

Fortune.

Good night.

Smile once more.

Turn they wheel.

I heard myself proclaimed by the happy hollow of a tree, escaped the hunt.

Now, Port is free.

No place that guard and most unusual vigilance does not attend by taking.

Whiles I may escape I will preserve myself and am bethought to take the basest and most poorest shape.

that ever penury and contempt of man brought near the beast.

My face oh, grime with filth blanketed my loins elf all my hair in knots and with presented nakedness out face, the winds and persecutions of the sky.

The country gives me proof and precedent of bedlam, beggars who with roaring voices, sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, enforce their charity "Poor Turlygod!"

"Poor Tom" That's something.

yet, Edgar.

I nothing am.

[Kent] Hail to thee, noble master.

Ha?

Mak'st thous this shame thy pastime?

No, my Lord, He wears cruel garters.

What's he that hath so much mistook thy place to set thee here?

It is both he and she your son and daughter.

No Yes.

No, I say.

I say yea By Jupiter I swear no.

By Juno, I swear ay.

They durst not do’t.

They could not, would not do it.

‘Tis worse than murder to do upon respect such shameful outrage.

My lord when at their home, I did commend your Highness letters to them.

Ere I had risen from the place that showed my duty kneeling Came there a reeking post, stewed in his haste, half breathless, panting forth from Goneril his mistress salutations; His welcome, I perceived, had poisoned mine, Winter's not gone yet if wild geese fly that way.

O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!

Hysterical passio, down thou climbing sorrow!

Thy element’s below.

Where is this daughter?

With the Earl, ma’am here within.

Follow me not.

Stay here.

May be no more offense but what you speak of?

None.

How chance the king comes with so small a number?

A hah, and now has been set i’ th’ stocks for that question, Thou w‘dst well deserved it.

I will tarry; the Fool will stay and let the wise man fly.

The knave turns fool that runs away.

Fool no knave, perdie.

Where learned you this Fool?

Not i’ th’ stocks, fool.

[Lear] Deny to speak with me?

They are sick?

They are weary?

They have traveled all the night?

Mere fetches, The images of revolt and flying off.

Fetch me a better answer.

My dear lord, you know the fiery quality of the Duke, How on unremovable and fixed he is in his own course.

Vengeance, death, plague, confusion!

Fiery?

What “quality”?

Why Gloucester, Gloucester?

I would speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.

Well, my good lord, I have informed them so.

”Informed them”?

Dost thou understand me, woman?

Ay, my good lord.

The King would speak with Cornwall.

The dear mother would with her daughter speak, commands, tends service.

Are they informed of this?

“Fiery” duke?

Tell the hot duke it that... [EXASPERATED BREATH] No, but not yet.

Maybe he is not well.

Death on my state!

Wherefore should he sit here?

Go tell the Duke and ’s wife and speak with them now presently.

I would have all well betwixt you.

O me, my heart, my rising heart.

But down!

Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels.

When she put ’em th’ paste alive.

She knapped ’em o’ th’ coxcombs and cried “Down, wantons, down!” ’Twas her brother that in pure kindness to his horse buttered his hay [LAUGHS] Good morrow, to you both.

Hail to your Grace.

I'm glad to see your Highness.

Regan, I think you are.

I know what reason I have to think so.

Oh, are you free?

Some other time for that.

Belovèd Regan, thy sister's naught.

Oh, Regan, she hath tied sharp-tooth unkindness, like a vulture, here.

I can scare speak to thee.

Thou ‘lt not believe with how depraved a quality - O Regan!

I pray you, ma'am, take patience.

I have hope you less know how to value her deserts than she to scant her duty.

Say?

How is that?

I cannot think my sister in the least would fail her obligation.

if, ma’am, perchance she have restrained the riots of your followers, ‘Tis on such grounds and to such wholesome end as clears her from all blame My curses on her.

Madam, you are old.

Nature in you stands on the very verge of his confine.

You should be ruled and led by some discretion that discerned your state better than you yourself.

Therefore, I pray you that to our sister, you do make return.

Say you have wronged her.

Ask her forgiveness?

do you but mark, how this becomes the house?

“Dear daughter, I confess that I am old.

Age is unnecessary On my knees I beg that you'll vouchsave me raiment, bed, and food.” Madam, no more.

These are unsightly tricks.

Return you to my sister.

Never Regan.

She has abated me of half my train, Look, black upon me, struck me with her tongue.

Most serpentlike upon the very heart.

All the stored vengeances of heaven fall on her ingrateful top!

Fie, ma’am, Fie!

You nimble lightnings dart your blinding flames into her scornful eyes!

O, the blest gods!

So will you wish on me when the rash mood is on.

No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse.

Thhy tender-hefted nature shall not give thee o’er to harshness.

Her eyes are fierce, but thine do comfort and not burn.

Thou better know ‘st the offices of nature Bond of childhood, Thy half o’ th’ kingdom, hast thou not forgot, wherein I thee endowed.

Madam to th’ purpose.

Who put my man i’ th’ stocks?

My sister.

This approves her letter, that she would soon be here.

Is your lady come?

This is a slave whose easy-borrowed pride dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.

Out, varlet, from my sight!

[Cornwall] What means your grace?

[Lear] Who stalked my servant?

Regan, I have good hope thou didst not know on’t Who comes here?

Art not ashamed to look upon this face?

O Regan, will thou take her by the hand?

Why not by th’ hand, ma'am?

How have I offended?

All’s not offense that indiscretion finds and dotage terms so.

Sides, you are too tough!

Will you yet hold?

How came my man i’ th‘ stocks?

I set him there, ma'am, but his own disorders deserve much less advancement.

You?

Did you?

I pray you, mother, being weak seem so.

If till the expiration of your month, you will return and sojourn with my sister dismissing half your train.

Come then to me, I am now from home and out of that provision, which shall be needful for your entertainment.

Return to her?

And fifty men dismissed?

No!

Rather I abjure all roofs, and choose to wage against the enmity o’ th’ air.

To be a comrade with a wolf and owl, Necessity’s sharp pinch.

Return with her?

Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter to this detested groom.

At your choice, ma’am.

I prithee, daughter do not make me mad.

I will not trouble thee, my child.

Farewell.

We’ll, no more meet, no more see one another.

Yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter.

Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh, which I must needs call mine, But I’ll not chide thee.

Mend when thou canst.

Be better at thy leisure.

I can be patient.

I can stay with Regan, and my hundred knights.

Not altogether so.

I looked not for you yet, nor am provided for your fit welcome.

Give ear, ma'am, to my sister.

For those that mingle reason with your passion must be content to think you old.

And so - but she knows what she does.

Is this well-spoken?

I dare avouch it, ma’am.

What, fifty followers?

Is it not well?

What should you need of more?

Why might not you my lord receive attendance from those that she calls servants, or from mine?

Why not, my Lord?

If then they chance to slack you, we could control them.

If you come to me for now I spy a danger, I entreat you to bring but five-and-twenty To no more will I give place or notice.

I gave you all - And in good time you gave it.

[Lear] Made you my guardians, my depositaries, but kept a reservation to be followed with such a number What, must I come to you with five and twenty?

Regan, said you so?

And speak ‘t again, my lord.

No more with me.

Those wicked creatures yet to look well, favored when others are more wicked.

Not being the worst stands in some rank of praise.

I'll go with thee.

Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty, and thou art twice her love.

Hear me, my lord.

What need you five-and- twenty, ten, or five, to follow in a house where twice so many have a command to tend you?

What need one?

O, reason not the need.

Our basest beggars are in the poorest thing superfluous.

Allow not nature more than nature needs.

Man's life is as cheap as beast’s.

But for true need - You heavens, give me that patience.

patience I need!

You see me here, you god's, a poor old soul.

As full of grief as age, wretched in both, if it be you that stirs these daughters’ hearts against their mother, fool me not so much to bear it tamely.

Touch me with noble anger, and let not women's weapons, water drop, stain my crone’s cheeks.

No, you unnatural hags!

I will have such revenges on you both that all the world shall [GROAN] I will do such things.

What they are yet I know not, but they shall be the terrors of the Earth!

You think I’ll weep.

No, I'll not weep.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundered thousand flaws or ere I’ll weep.

Oh, Fool, I shall go mad!

Let us withdraw.

’Twill be a storm.

This house is little.

The old woman's people cannot be well bestowed.

‘Tis her own blame hath put herself from rest, and must needs to taste her folly.

For her particular, I'll receive her gladly, but not one follower.

So am I purposed.

[Gloucester] The king is in high rage.

Wither is she going?

I know, not whither.

’Tis best to give her way.

She leads herself.

My Lord, entreat her by no means to stay.

Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds do sorely ruffle.

For many miles about there’s scare a bush.

Madam, to willful ones the injuries they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.

Shut up your doors.

Shut up your doors, ma'am.

‘Tis a wild night.

My Regan councils well.

Come out o’ th’ storm.

Who is there, besides foul weather?

[THUNDER AND RAIN] I know you.

Where's the King?

Contending with the fretful elements.

But who is with her?

None but the Fool, who labors to outjest her heart-struck injuries.

Sir, I do know you and dare upon the warrant of my note commend a dear thing to you.

From France, there comes a power into our scattered kingdom, who already, wise in our negligence, have secret feet in some of our best ports and are point to show their open banner.

Now to you: Make your speed to Dover, you shall find Cordelia.

Show her this ring, and she will tell you who that fellow is.

that yet you do not know.

[THUNDER] Fie on this storm!

I will go seek the King.

[MOANING] [THUNDER] Blow winds, and crack your cheeks!

[THUNDER] Rage!

and blow!

You cataracts and hurricanoes, [THUNDER] sprout till you have drenched our steeples drowned the cocks.

You sulph’rous and thought-executing fires Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolt Singe my white head.

And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ th’ world Crack nature's molds, [THUNDER] All germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man.

O nuncle, good nuncle, In.

Ask my daughters’ blessing.

Here’s a night pities neither wise men nor fools.

Ah ha!

Rumble thy bellyful!

Spit, fire!

Spout, rain!

Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire on my daughters.

[THUNDER] I tax not you, you elements with unkindness.

I never gave you kingdom, called you children.

You owe me no subscription.

Then let fall your horrible pleasure.

Here I staff your slave, a poor, infirm, weak, and despised old hag But yet I call you servile ministers, [THUNDER] That will with two pernicious daughters, join your high-engendered battles ‘gainst a head, so old and white as this.

[HOWLING WAIL] ’Tis foul!

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

He that has a house to put his head in has a good headpiece.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience.

I will say nothing.

[THUNDER] Who’s there?

Alas, ma'am, are you here?

Things that love night love not such nights as these.

Let the great gods that bring this dreadful pudder o’er our heads find out their enemies now.

[THUNDER] I am a one more sinned against than sinning!

Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel.

some friendship will it lend you ‘gainst the tempest.

Repose you there.

My wits begin to turn.

Come on, my boy.

How dost.

my boy?

Art cold?

I am cold myself.

[Softly sings] He that has and a little tiny wit, [Softly sings] With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, [Softly sings] Must make content with his fortunes fit, [Softly sings] Though the rain it raineth every day.

Come, bring us to this hovel.

[Softly sings] He that has and a little tiny wit, [Softly sings] With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, [Softly sings] Must make content with his fortunes fit, [Softly sings] Though the rain it raineth every day.

Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing.

They took from me the use of mine own house, charged me on pain of perpetual displeasure neither to speak of her, entreat for her, or any way sustain her.

[Edmund] Most savage and unnatural.

Go to; say you nothing.

I have received a letter this night.

’tis dangerous to be spoken.

I have locked the letter in my closet.

These injuries the King now bears will be revenged home; There's part of a power already footed.

We must incline to the king.

I will look her and privily relieve her.

Go you and maintain talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him perceived.

If he ask for me, I am ill and gone to bed If I die for it, as no less is threatened me, The king my old master must be relieved.

There are strange things toward, Edmund.

Pray you be careful.

[THUNDER] This courtesy forbid thee shall the Duke instantly know, and of that letter too.

This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me that which my mother loses no less than all.

the younger rises when the old doth fall.

Here is the place, my Lord.

Good my Lord, enter here.

The tyranny of the open night’s too rough for nature to endure.

[YELLS] Let me alone.

Good my lord, enter here.

Wilt break my heart?

I had rather break mine own.

Good my lord, enter.

Nothing ‘tis much that this contentious storm invades us to the skin.

‘tis so to thee.

But where the greater malady is fixed, the lesser is scarce felt.

This tempest in my mind doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.

Filial ingratitude!

In such a night to shut me out?

[LAUGH] Pour on.

I will endure.

O Regan, Goneril, Your old kind mother whose frank heart gave all!

O, that way madness lies.

Let me shun that; no more of that.

Good my lord.

[Kent] Enter here [Lear] Go in myself.

Seek thy own ease.

In boy; go first.

O houseless poverty - nay, get thee in.

I'll pray.

Then I'll sleep.

Poor naked wretches, Wheresoe’er you are, that bide the pelting of this pitiless storm.

How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness defend you from seasons such as these?

O, I have ta’en too little care of this.

Take physic, pomp.

Exposed thyself to feel what wretches feel That thou may’st shake the superflux to them and show the heavens more just.

[EDGAR] Fathom half, fathom half [CRIES OUT] Poor Tom!

[FOOL SCREAMS] Come not in here, nuncle; here's a spirit.

Help me, help me!

[Kent] Give me thy hand.

Who's there?

[Fool] Spirit, a spirit, he says his name is Poor Tom.

Where art thou that dost grumble there i’ th’ straw?

Come forth.

[Edgar in disguise] Away.

The foul fiend follows me.

Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind [Lear]Didst thou give all to thy daughters And art thou come to this?

Who gives anything to Poor Tom whom the foul fiend hath led through fire through flame, through ford and whirlpool o‘er bog and quagmire; Bless thy five wits!

Tom’s a-cold.

O, do de, do de, do de.

Has his daughters brought him such a pass?

Couldst thou save nothing?

Wouldst thou give ’em all?

Nay, he reserved a blanket, Else we had all been shamed.

Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air hangs feted o’re men's faults light on my thy daughters!

He have no daughters, ma’am.

Death, traitor!

Nothing could have subdued nature to such a such a lowness.

Is it the fashion that discarded forebears Should have, thus little mercy on their flesh?

Judicious punishment!

’Twas this flesh begot, those pelican daughters?

Pillicock sat on Pillicock Hill.

Alow, alow, loo, loo.

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

Take heed o’ th’ foul fiend.

Obey their parents, keep thy words justice, swear not, commit not with man’s with man’s sworn spouse, Tom’s a-cold.

What hast thou been?

A servingman, proud in heart and mind, that curled my hair, wore gloves in my cap, served the lust of my mistress’ heart and did the act of darkness with her, swore as many oaths as I spake words.

Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly, and in woman out-paramoured the Turk.

Dolphin my boy, boy, sessa!

Let him trot by.

Is man no more than this?

Consider him well.

Thou ow’st the worm no silk, the beast no hide the sheep, no wool, the cat no perfume, The three of us are sophisticated.

Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare forked animal as thou art [laughs] Off, off, you lendings!

Come, unbutton here.

[laughs] Prithee, nuncle, be contented.

’Tis a naughty night to swim in.

Now, a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher’s heart a small spark, the rest on ’s body cold.

Look, here comes a walking fire.

This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet.

He begins the curfew and walks to the first cock.

He gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the harelip, Mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth.

How fares your Grace?

What's he?

Who's there?

What is ’t you seek?

What are you there?

Your names?

Poor Tom, who eats the swimming frog, the wall newt, and the water; who is whipped stocked, punished, and imprisoned; Beware my follower.

Peace, Smulkin!

Peace, What, hath your Grace no better company?

The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman.

Modo he’s called, and Mahu.

Our flesh and blood, my lord is grown so vile That it doth hate what gets it.

Poor Tom’s a-cold.

Go in with me.

My duty cannot suffer T’ obey in all your daughters’ hard commands.

I ventured to come seek you out And bring you where both fire and food is ready.

First I'll talk a word with this philosopher.

What is the cause of thunder?

Good, my lord, take her offer; Go into the house.

I'll talk a word with this same learnèd Theban.

What is your study?

How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin.

Let me ask you one word in private.

Importune her to go once more, my lord.

Her wits began t’ unsettle.

Canst thou blame her?

Her daughter, seek her death.

Ah, that good Kent!

Poor banished one.

She said it would be thus.

Thou sayest the king grows mad, I tell thee, friend.

I am almost mad myself.

I had a son now, outlawed from my blood.

He sought my life.

But lately, very late.

I loved him, friend.

No mother, her son, dearer.

True to tell thee, the grief hath crazed my wits.

What a night’s this!

I do beseech your Grace- O, cry you mercy, sir.

Noble philosopher, your company.

Tom’s a-cold.

In fellow, there, Get in th’ hovel.

Keep thee warm.

Let’s in all.

This way my lord.

With him.

I’ll keep still with my philosopher.

Good, my lord soothe her.

Let her take the fellow.

Take him you on.

Sirrah, come on.

Go along with us.

Noble philosopher.

Your company.

No words.

No words.

Hush.

Fie, foh, and fum, is funny.

I smell the blood of a British man.

I’ll have my revenge ere I depart her house.

Oh, my lord, I I may be censured, that nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears me to think of.

I now perceive it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition made him seek her death, but a provoking merit set awork by a reprovable badness in herself.

How malicious is my fortune that I must repent to be just!

This is the letter she spoke of, which approves her an intelligent party to the advantages of France.

O it is treason, were not not her, not I t Go with me to the Duchess.

The matter of this paper, be certain you have mighty business in hand.

True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester Seek out where thy mother is, that she may our apprehension.

Here is better than the open air.

Take it, thankfully.

I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can.

I will not be long from you.

All the power of her wits have given way to her impatience.

The gods reward your kindness!

[HEAVY RAINFALL AND CRACKEL OF FIRE] Frateretto calls me and tells me Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness.

Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.

Tell me whether a madman be a gentlemen or a yeoman.

A king [LAUGHS] a king.

[LAUGHS] No, he’s a yeoman who has a gentleman for his son, for he's a mad yoman that sees his son a gentleman before him.

To have a thousand with red burning spits Come hissing in upon ’em!

[UHH!]

The foul fiend bites my back.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, A horse's health.

A boy's love or a whore’s oath.

It shall be done.

I will arraign them straight.

Now, you she-foxes- Look where he stands and glares!

How do you, man?

Stand you not so amazed.

Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?

I'll see their trial first.

Bring in their evidence Thou robèd man of justice, take my seat.

And thou, his yokefellow of equity, Bench by his side.

You are o’ th’ commission; Sit you, too.

Let us deal justly.

Arraign her first; ’tis Goneril I here take this oath before this honorable assembly, kicked the poor king her mother.

kicked the poor king her mother.

Come hither, mistress.Is your name Goneri?

She cannot deny it.

Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint stool.

Then let them anatomize Regan; See what breeds about her heart?

Is there any cause in nature that make these hard hearts?

You said I would have is one of my hundred, but I do not like the fashion of your garments.

You will say they are Persian, but let them be changed.

Now, good my lord, Lie here and rest a while.

Make no noise, make no noise.

draw the curtains so slow.

Who will go to suffer in the morning and I'll go to bed at noon.

Come hither, friend.

Where is the King, my master?

Well here, ma’am, but trouble her not; her wits are gone.

Good friend, I prithee, take her in thy arms.

I've o’erheard a plot of death upon her.

There is a litter ready; lay him in ’t, and drived towards Dover, friend, Where thou shalt meet both welcome and protection.

Take up thy master If thou shouldst dally half an hour, Her life, with thine and all that offer to defend her stand in assurèd loss.

Take up, take up and follow me.

That will, to some provision, give thee quick conduct.

Come help to bear thy master.

Thou must not stay behind.

Come, come away.

Seek out the trader Gloucester, [Regan] Hang her instantly.

[Goneril] Pluck out her eyes.

Leave her to my displeasure.

Edmund, keep our our sister company.

The revenges we are bound to take upon you traitorous mother are not fit for your beholding.

Farewell, dear sister.

Farewell, my Lord of Gloucester.

How now, where's the king?

My Lord of Gloucester hath conveyed her hense toward Dover.

where they boast To have well-armèd friends.

Edmund Farewell.

[GASP] Who goes there?

The trainer Ingrateful fox!

‘Tis she.

Bind fast her corky arms.

What means your Graces?

You are my guests.

Do me no foul play, friends.

Bind her, I say.

hard, hard.

Hard, hard.

O filthy traitor!

Unmerciful lady as you are, I’m none.

To this chair.

bind her.

[GASP - GASP] Villain, thou shalt find By the kind gods, ’tis most ignobly done.

I am your host; with robber's hands, my hospitable favors You should not ruffle thus.

What will, what will you do?

Come, ma’am, what letters have you late from France?

Be simple-answered, for we know the truth.

And what confederacy have you with the traitors late footed in the kingdom?

To whose hands you have sent the lunatic king.

Speak.

I have a letter guessingly set down, which came from one that's of a neutral heart and not from one opposed.

[Cornwall] Cunning.

[Regan] And false.

[Cornwall] Where hast thou sent the King?

[Gloucester] To Dover.

[Regan] Wherefore to Dover?

[Cornwall] Let her answer that.

I am tied to the stake and I must stand the course.

Wherefore to Dover?

Because I would not see thy cruel nails pluck out her poor old eyes, Nor thy fierce sister in her anointed flesh stick boorish fangs.

But I shall see the wingèd vengeance overtake such children.

See ’t thou shalt never.

Fellows hold the chair.

Huh, huh?

Oh.

Upon these eyes of thine, I'll set my foot He that will think to live till he be old, give me some help!

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, cruel.

Oh, you gods!

One side will mork another.

Th’ other too.

If you see vengeance— [Servant] Hold your hand, my lord.

I have served you ever since I was a child, but better service I have I never done you now than to bid you hold.

How now, you dog?

If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I would shake it in this quarrel.

What do you mean?

Villain?

Nay, then, come and take the chance of anger.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

A peasant stand up thus?

Ha ha ha ha ha.

O, I am slain!

My lord.

You have one eye left to see some mischief on him.

Lest it see more, prevent it.

[AHHH!]

Out, vile jelly!

[AAAGH] Where is thy luster now?

All dark and comfortless.

Where's my son, Edmund?

Thou call’st on him that hates thee.

It was he that made the overture of thy treasons to us.

Then Edgar was abused.

Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him.

Go thrust her out at gates, and let her smell her way to Dover.

How is ’t, my lord?

How look you?

I have received a hurt.

Regan, I bleed apace.

Give me your arm.

[SOFT WIND BLOWS] [CRICKETS CHIRPING] Go now.

Oh, my good lord, I have been your tenant ever since I came into this world.

Away.

You cannot see your way.

I have no way and therefore want no eyes.

I stumbled when I saw How now?

Who's there?

It's poor, mad Tom.

Fellow, where goest?

Is it a beggar man?

Madman and begger too.

I' th' last night storm I such a fellow saw which made me think a man a worm, my son came then into my mind as flies to wanton boys.

Are we to the gods.

They kill us for their sport.

[Edgar] Bless the master.

Is that the naked fellow?

Aye, my lord.

Then, prithee, get the away.

And lend some covering for this naked soul.

Which I'll entreat to lead me.

Alack, mam, he is mad.

Do as I bid the.

Come on't, what will.

Sirrah, naked fellow- [Edgar] Poor Tom's a-cold.

Come hither, fellow.

Know'st thou the way to Dover?

Both stile and gate horseway and footpath.

Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits.

Bless the good man's daughter from the foul fiend.

Dost thou know Dover?

Aye, master.

There is a cliff who's high and bending head looks fearfully, in the confinèd deep.

bring me, but to the very brim of it and I'll repair the misery thou dost bear.

With something rich about me.

From that place, I shall no leading need.

Give me thy arm.

Poor Tom shall lead the.

Back, Edmond ,to my brother.

Hasten his musters and conduct his powers.

I must change names at home and give the distaff into my husband's hands.

This trusty servant shall pass between us.

Ere long, you are like to hear a mistress's command.

Wear this.

Spare speech.

Decline your head.

This kiss, if it durst speak.

Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.

[Goneril] Conceive.

Fare thee well.

Yours.

In the ranks of death.

My most dear Gloucester.

Oh, the difference of man and man.

Madam,here comes my lord.

I have been worth the whistle Goneril you are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face!

No more.

The text is foolish.

What have you done?!

Tigers, not daughters?

What have you performed?

Milk-livered man who bear'st a cheek for blows A head for wrongs; who has't not in thy brows an eye discerning thine honor from thy suffering!

Where's thy drum?

France spreads his banner and are noiseless land with plumèd helm thy state begins to threat.

Whilst thou a moral fool, sit still and cries.

"Alack why does he so?"

Were't my fitness to let these hands obey my blood.

They are apt enough to dislocate and tear thy flesh and bone.

Marry, your manhood, mew- What news?

Oh my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwall is dead, slain by a servant going to put out the other eye of Gloucester.

Gloucester's eyes?

A servent that he bred, thrilled with remorse opposed against the act.

Poor Gloucester.

Lost she, her other eye?

Both both, my lord.

This letter, Madam, craves a speedy answer.

Tis from your sister.

I'll read it and answer.

Where was her son when they did take her eyes?

Come with my lady hither!

Twas he informed against her and quit the house on purpose that their punishment might have the freer course?

Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief?

Aye, mam.

She took them, read them in my presence [Gentleman] and now and then an ample tear trailed down her delicate cheek.

It seemed she was the queen over her passion who most rebel like, fought to be king o'er her.

[Kent] O, then it moved her.

[Gentleman] Not to a rage.

Patience and sorrow strove.

Who should express her good least.

A century send forth search every acre in the high grown field and bring her to our eye.

What can man's wisdom in the restoring her bereavèd sense?

There is means, Madam.

Seek seek for her lest her ungoverned rage dissolve the life that wants the means to lead it.

News Madam.The British powers are marching hitherward.

Tis known before our preparation stands in expectation of them.

It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out to let her live where she arrived, she moves our hearts against us.

Edmund, I think, is gone and pity of her misery to dispatch her nighted life.

Stay with us.

The waves are dangerous.

I may not Madam.

my lady charged my duty in this business.

Why should she write to Edmund, might not you transport her purposes by word, be like some things I know, not what I love the much.

Let me unseal the letter.

Madam I'd Rather, I know your lady does not love her husband I am sure of that.

And at her late being here, she gave strange eliads and most speaking, looks to noble Edmund.

I know you were of her bosom.

Aye, madam, I speak and understanding.

You are.

I know it.

Therefore, I do advise you.

Take this note.

My Lord is dead.

Edmund and I have talked and more convenient Is he for my hand than for your ladies.

You may gather more.

If you do find him, pray you give him this.

So fair you well.

If you do chance to hear of that blind trader preferment falls on him, that cuts her off.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING] Come on ma’am.

Here's the place.

Stand still.

How fearful and dizzy tis to cast one's eyes so low.

The Crows and choughs that wing the midway air.

Show scarce so gross is beetles Halfway down.

Hangs one that gathers samphire.

Dreadful trade.

The fishermen that walk upon the beach appear like mice.

I'll, look no more.

Lest my brain turned and deficient sight, topple down headlong.

Set me where you stand Give me your arm.

All right.

You are now in the foot of the extreme verge for all beneath the Moon, would I not look up right?

Let go my hand here, friend a jewel.

Well, worth a poor man's taking Fairies and gods.

Prosper it with thee.

Now, go thou further off.

Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.

Fare thee well, good one.

With all my heart.

O you mighty gods.

This world, I do renounce.

And in your sights, shake patiently.

My great affliction off.

If Edgar live, oh, bless him.

Now, fellow, fare thee well.

Gone, mam.

Farewell.

[THUD] Ho you, mam!

[Edgar] Friend, hear you.

[Edgar] Mam, speak.

Away and let me die, but have I fallen or no?

From the dread summit of this chalky bourn.

Look up a height The shrill-gorged lark so far cannot be seen or heard.

Do but look up !

Alack,I have no eyes!

Is, wretchedness deprived that benefit To end itself by death?

Give me your arm.

Up.

So, how is't?

Feel you your legs?

You stand.

Too well, too well.

This is above all strangeness upon the crown of the cliff.

What thing was that which parted from you?

Poor, unfortunate beggar?

It was some fiend.

Therefore, thou happy mother.

Think that the clearest gods have preserved thee.

I do remember now.

Henceforth, I'll bear affliction till it do cry out itself "enough, enough" and die.

Bear free and patient thoughts.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

They cannot touch me for coining.

I am the king herself.

[Edgar] O, thou side piercing sight!

Nature's above art in that respect.

Here's your press money.

[LAUGHING] That fellow handles his bow like a crow keeper.

Draw me a clothiers yard.

[MAKES BOW SNAPPING SOUND] Look.

Look.

a mouse.

Peace Peace This piece of toasted cheese will do it.

There's my gauntlet.

[LAUGHING] I'll prove it on a giant.

Bring up the brown bills.

O !

Well Flown bird!

In the clout!

In the clout!

Oh, hewgh hewgh hewgh hewgh hewgh hewgh hewgh hewgh hewgh hewgh hewgh hewgh hewgh Give the word Sweet marjoram.

Pass.

I know that voice.

Ha!

Goneril with a white head.

They flattered me like a dog told me I was everything.

Tis a lie.

I am not ague-proof.

[Gloucester] The trick of that voice [Gloucester] I do well, remember.

Is it not the king?

Ay, every inch a king When I do stare.

See how the subject quakes Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary Sweeten my imagination.

There's money for thee.

Oh, let me kiss that hand.

Let me wipe it first.

It smells of mortality.

Dost thou know me?

I remember thine eyes well enough.

Dost thou squinney at me?

Read thou this challenge.

Mark but the penning of it.

Were all they letters suns, I could not see.

REEEEAAAADDDD!

What, with the case of eyes?!

Oh ho, are you there with me?

No eyes in your head.

Nor, no money in your purse.

Your eyes are, in a heavy case, your purse in a light.

Yet you see how this world goes.

I see it feelingly.

What, art mad?

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes.

Look with thine ears, Get the glass eyes and, like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.

[CRYING] If thou wilt weep, my fortunes take mine eyes.

I know the well enough.

Thy name is Gloucester.

Thou must be patient.

We come crying hither.

Thou knowest when we first smell the air, we wall and cry.

Alack alack the day.

When we are born, we cry that we are on this great stage of fools.

Hmm.

And then when I come upon this son in laws, then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

[Gentleman] Look, there she is.

Lay hands upon her.

What?

No rescue?

What, a prisoner?

I am even the natural fool of fortune.

Use me well.

You will have ransom.

Let me have surgeons.

I am cut to th' brains.

You shall have anything.

Come come.

I am a king.

Masters, know you that?

[Gentleman] You are a royal one and we obey you.

Then there's life in it.

Hmm.

Come.

And you get it, you will get it by running.

Sa sa sa sa.

[Edgar] How near's the other arm?

[Gentleman] Near and on speedy foot.

I thank you, sir.

That's all You ever gentle gods.

Take my breath from me, let not my worser spirit tempt me again.

To die before you please.

Well, pray you mother Now, good, sir.

What are you?

A most poor man made tame to fortunes blows.

Who led the art of known and feeling sorrows.

Am pregnant to good pity.

Give me your hand.

I'll lead you to some biding.

Hearty, thanks.

Wait.

A proclaimed prize most happy That Eyeless head of thine, was first framed flesh to raise my fortunes.

[Oswald] Thou old, unhappy traitor, briefly thyself remember.

The sword is out that must destroy thee.

Now let by friendly hand put strength enough to it.

Wherefore bold peasant, Dar'st thous support a published traitor?

Hence.

Let go slave or thou diest!

[GRUNTING] [SCREAM] Villain Take my purse If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body and give the letters which thou find'st about me.

To Edmund Earl of Gloucester.

Is he dead?

Sit ye down mother rest you.

He's dead.

[SWORD CLANGS ON GROUND] [CROW SQUAWKS IN THE DISTANCE] Let our reciprocal vows be remembered.

You have many opportunities to cut him off.

There's nothing done if he return the Conqueror.

Then am I the prisoner and his bed, my jail, from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me and supply the place for your labor.

Your wife So I would say affectionate servant and for you, her own for venture.

Goneril Give me your hand.

Far off me thinks, I hear the beaten drum.

Come, Mother, I'll bestow you with a friend.

Oh, my dear mother.

Restoration, hang thy medicine on my lips and let this kiss repair the violent harms, that my two sisters Have in thy reverence made.

Was this a face to be opposed against raging winds?

Mine enemy's dog, though he had bit me, should have stood that night against my fire.

She wakes, speak to her.

[Doctor] Madam, do you; 'tis fittest.

How does my royal lord?

How fares your Majesty?

You do me wrong to take me out of the grave.

Thou art a soul and bliss.

But I am bound upon a wheel of fire.

That mine own tears do scold like molten lead.

Ma'am, do you know me?

You are a spirit, I know.

Where did you die?

Still,still, far wide.

[Doctor] She's scarce awake.

Let her alone a while.

Where have I been?

Where am I?

Fair daylight?

I am mightily abused.

I should e'en die with pity to see another thus.

I know not what to say.

I will not swear these are my hands.

Let's see.

I feel this pinch.

Would I were assured of my condition.

Oh look upon me, ma'am, and hold your hand in benediction over me.

Oh, no, ma'am, you must not kneel.

Pray do not mock.

I am a very foolish.

Fond old woman.

Fourscore and upward, not an hour or more or less.

And to deal quite plainly.

I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

Methinks I should know you.

And now this man.

Yet I am doubtful.

For I am mainly ignorant of this place.

And all the skill I have remembers, not these garments.

Nor I know not where I did lodge last night.

Do not laugh at me.

For as I am a sole.

I think this lady to be my child, Cordelia.

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, have, as I do remember, done me wrong.

You have some cause.

They have not- No cause, no cause.

Am I in France?

In your own kingdom, ma'am.

[Lear] Do not abuse me.

[Doctor] Be comforted, good, madam.

The great rage you see is killed in her.

Desire her to get up.

Will 't please your Highness walk?

You must bear with me.

Pray you now.

Forget.

And forgive.

I am old.

And foolish.

Tell me, but truly, but then speak the truth.

Do you not love my sister?

In honored love.

But have you never found my brother's way to the forefended Place?

No.

By mine honor, madam.

I never shall endure her.

Dear my lord, be not familiar with her.

Fear me, not .

Our very loving sister, well bemet.

Sir, this is I heard: the King has come to her daughter with others whom the rigor of our state forced to cry out.

Why is this reasoned?

Combined together against the enemy for these domestic and particular royals are not the question here.

Let's then determine what the ancient war on our preceding [Edmond] I shall attend you presently at your tent.

Sister, you're good with us?

No.

Tis most convenient.

Pray go with us.

Oh, I know the riddle.

I will go If e'er your Grace has speech with man so poor Hear me one word.

I'll overtake you.

Speak Before you fight the battle ope this letter, if you have vicotry I can produce a champion that will prove what is avouchèd there Stay till I've read the letter.

When times she'll serve, I'll appear again.

The enemy's in view, draw up your powers.

Here's a guess of their true strength and forces by diligent discovery.

But your haste is now urged on you.

We will greet the time.

To both these sisters, have I sworn my love.

Each jealous of the other as the stung are of the adder.

Which of them shall I take?

Both?

One?

Or neither?

Neither can be enjoyed if both remain alive.

Here, mother, take 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.

Grace, go with you, sir.

Away, old, one.

Give me thy hand.

Away.

King Lear hath lost, she and her daughter taken.

Give me thy hand, come on.

No further, sir, one may rot even hear.

What, in ill thoughts again?

We must endure their going hence Even as our coming hither ripeness is all.

Come on.

We are not the first two with best meaning have incurred the worst.

For the oppressed king, I am cast down.

I myself could outfrown false fortunes frown.

Shall we not see these daughters and sisters?!

No, no, no, no.

Come.

Let's away to prison, we two alone will sing like birds in the cage, When thou dost ask me blessing.

I'll kneel down and ask of thee forgiveness.

And so we'll live and pray and sing and tell old tales and laugh at gilded butterflies.

And hear poor rogues talk of court news and we'll talk with them too.

Who loses and who wins?

Who's in, who's out and take upon us the mystery of things as if we were gods spies And we'll wear out, in a walled prison.

Packs and sects of great ones that ebb and flow by the moon.

[Edmund] Take them away.

[SCREAM] [CHUCKLES] Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense.

Have I caught thee?

[SMACK] He who parts us Shall bring a brand from heaven and fire us hence like foxes.

Wipe thine eyes.

The good years will devour them flesh and fell.

Ere they shall make us weep.

We'll see em starved first.

Come.

Come hither, Captain.

Hark.

Take thou this note.

Go follow them to the prison.

Either say they will do it.

or thrive by other means.

I'll do it, my Lord.

About it.

And write, "happy" when thou hast done.

I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats.

If it be man's work, I'll do it.

[Albany] Sir!

You have today.

showed your valiant strain and fortune led you well.

You have the captives who were the opposite at this day strife.

I do require them of you, so to use them as their merits and our safety may well determine.

Sir.

I thought it fit to send the old and miserable king to some retention and appointed guard at this moment, we sweat and bleed.

The friend hath lost his friend.

The question of Cordelia and her mother requires a fitter place.

Sir, by your patience I hold you but a subject of this war, not as a brother.

He led our powers for the commission of my place in person, the which immediacy may well stand up and call itself your brother.

Not so hot and his own grace.

He doth exalt himself more than in your addition.

In my rights by me invested.

He compares the best.

That were the most If he should husband you.

[Regan] Jesters do oft prove prophets Holla Holla that I told you so looked by a squint.

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 is thine.

Witness the world that I create thee here.

My Lord and Master.

Mean you to enjoy him?

Let alone lies not in your goodwill.

Nor in thine, lord.

Half-blooded fellow, yes!

Let the drums strike and prove my title thine.

Stay yet, hear reason.

Edmund, I arrest thee on capital treason and in thine attaint.

This gilded serpent.

An interlude.

Thou art armed Gloucester?

I'll make it on thy heart, Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less than I have here proclaimed thee.

He that names me traitor villain like he lies!

On him on you who not.

I will maintain my truth and honor firmly.

My sickness grows upon me.

She is not, well, convey her to my tent.

What's he that speaks for Edmond.

Earl of Gloucester.

Himself.

What sayest thou to him?

Draw thy sword.

That if my speech offend a noble heart, they arm may do the justice.

Thou art a traitor.

False to thy gods.

Thy Brother and thy mother.

Back, do I toss these treason to thy head This sword of mine shall give them instant way.

Where they shall rest forever.

[Goneril] NO!

Thou are not vanquished, but cozened and beguiled.

Shut your mouth dame with this paper.

I shall stopple it!

Hold sir!

Thou worse than any name read thine own evil.

No tearing lady.

I perceive, you know it.

Say that I do.

The laws are mine, not thine.

Who can arraign me for it?

Most monstrous!

Ask me, not what I know.

Go after her, she's desperate.

Govern her.

You have charged me with that have I done More.

Much more What art thou?

I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund.

If more.

The more that has wronged me.

My name is Edgar, my mother's son.

The gods are just , and of our pleasant vices, make instruments to plague us.

The wheel has come full circle.

I am here.

Help help help.

What means this bloody dagger?

[Gentleman] Oh, she's dead.

Who's dead?

Your lady, sir, your lady and her sister by her is poisoned.

She confesses it.

I was contracted to them both.

All three now marry in an instant.

Produce the bodies, be they alive or dead.

I am come to bid my king and master, I good night as she not here.

See'st thous this object Kent?

Yet Edmond was beloved.

The one the other poison, for my sake.

And after slew herself.

Even so.

Cover their faces.

Some good I mean, to do quickly should be brief in it.

Send the to the castle.

For my writ, it is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia.

Nay, send in time.

Take my sword, give it the captain.

Haste thee for thy life.

He hath commission from thy wife and me to hang Cordelia in the prison.

and to lay the blame on her own despair.

That she forbid herself.

The gods defend her.

Hoooooooooooowl Hoooooooooooowl [WHIMPERING] Hoooooooooooowl [WHIMPERING] Hoooooooooooowl You are men of stones!

Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so that heaven's vault should crack.

She's gone.

Forever.

I know.

When one is dead and when one lives.

She's dead as Earth.

Fetch me a looking glass.

If that her breath will mist or stain the stones, why, then she lives.

Is this the promised end?

Or image of that horror?

Fall and cease.

This feather stirs.

Why then she lives?

If it be so.

It is a chance that will redeem all faults that I have fe Oh, my good master,- Prithee, away.

Tis noble Kent, your friend.

A plauge upon you!

Murderers, traitors, all.

I might have saved her.

Now, she's gone forever.

Cordelia.

Cordelia.

Stay, but a little.

Huh?

What is 't thou sayst?

Her voice was ever soft.

Gentle and low.

An excellent thing in woman.

I killed the slave that was a hanging thee.

Tis true.

My lords, she did.

Did I not fellow?

I've seen the day when my good biting falchion would have made him skip.

I am old now.

And these same crosses spoil me.

Who are you?

Mine eyes are not the best.

If fortune bragged of two she loved and hated.

One of them, we behold.

This is a dull sight.

Are you not Kent?

The same.

Your servent Kent.

That from your first of difference and decay.

have followed your sad steps.

You are welcome hither.

Nor no one else.

All's, cheerless, dark and deadly.

Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves and desperately are dead.

Aye.

So I think.

She knows not what she says in vain is that we present us to her.

Very Bootless.

You lords and noble friends.

Know, our intent.

What comforts to this great decay may come shall be applied.

My poor fool is hanged.

No, no, no life?

Why should a dog?

A horse, a rat have life and thou no breath at all.

Thou' lt come no more Never.

Never, Nev- [SHARP INHALE] Never.

Pray you.

undo this button.

Thank you.

Friend.

Do you see this?

Look on her.

Look, her lips.

Look there.

Look.

There.

[Edgar] My Lord, my Lord.

[Kent] Oh break heart.

I prithee, break!

[Edgar] Look up, my lord.

Vex not her ghost.

Oh, let her pass.

[Kent] She hates them that would upon the rack of this tough world, stretch her out longer.

She's gone, indeed.

The wonder she hath endured so long.

She but usurped her life, our present business is general woe.

Friends of my soul, you twain rule in this realm in the gorge state sustain.

I have a journey, sir.

Shortly to go.

My master calls me.

I must not say no.

The weight of this sad time we must obey.

Speak what we feel.

Now we ought to say.

The oldest, half born, most we that are young shall never see so much.

Nor live so long.

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