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SCENE VI

Fields near Dover.
Enter GLOUCESTER, and EDGAR dressed like a peasant.

Glou.
When shall we come to the top of that same hill?

Edg.
You do climb up it now: look, how we labour.

Glou.
Methinks the ground is even.

Edg.
Horrible steep.

Hark, do you hear the sea?

Glou.
No, truly.

Edg.
Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect

By your eyes' anguish.

Glou.
So may it be, indeed:

Methinks thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st

In better phrase and matter than thou didst.

Edg.
You're much deceived: in nothing am I changed

But in my garments. (10)

Glou.
Methinks you're better spoken.

Edg.
Come on, sir; 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 as beetles: half way down

Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!

Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:

The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,

Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,

Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy (20)

Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge,

That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,

Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more;

Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight

Topple down headlong.

Glou.
Set me where you stand.

Edg.
Give me your hand: you are now within a foot

Of the extreme verge: for all beneath the moon

Would I not leap upright.

Glou.
Let go my hand.

Here, friend, 's another purse; in it a jewel

Well worth a poor man's taking: fairies and gods (30)

Prosper it with thee Go thou farther off;

Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.

Edg.
Now fare you well, good sir.

Glou.
With all my heart.

Edg.
Why I do trifle thus with his despair

Is done to cure it.

Glou.
[Kneeling]
O, you mighty gods!

This world I do renounce, and in your sights,

Shake patiently my great affliction off:

If I could bear it longer, and not fall

To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, (39)

My snuff and loathed part of nature should

Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O, bless him!

Now, fellow, fare thee well. [He falls forward.


Edg.
Gone, sir: farewell.

And yet I know not how conceit may rob

The treasury of life, when life itself

Yields to the theft: had he been where he thought,

By this, had thought been past. Alive or dead?

Ho, you sir! friend! Hear you, sir! speak!

Thus might he pass indeed: yet he revives.

What are you, sir?

Glou.
Away, and let me die.

Edg.
Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air, (50)

So many fathom down precipitating,

Thou'dst shiver'd like an egg: but thou dost breathe;

Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art sound.

Ten masts at each make not the altitude

Which thou hast perpendicularly fell:

Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again.

Glou.
But have I fall'n, or no?

Edg.
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. (60)

Glou.
Alack, I have no eyes.

Is wretchedness deprived that benefit,

To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort,

When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage,

And frustrate his proud will.

Edg.
Give me your arm:

Up: so. How is't? Feel you your legs? You stand.

Glou.
Too well, too well.

Edg.
This is above all strangeness.

Upon the crown o' the cliff, what thing was that

Which parted from you?

Glou.
A poor unfortunate beggar.

Edg.
As I stood here below, methought his eyes (70)

Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,

Horns whelk'd and waved like the enridged sea:

It was some fiend; therefore, thou happy father,

Think that the clearest gods, who make them honors

Of men's impossibilities, have preserved thee.

Glou.
I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear

Affliction till it do cry out itself

'Enough, enough,' and die. That thing you speak of,

I took it for a man; often 'twould say

'The fiend, the fiend:' he led me to that place.

Edg.
Bear free and patient thoughts. But (80)
who comes here? Enter LEAR, fantastically dressed with wild flowers.
The safer sense will ne'er accommodate
His master thus.

Lear.
No, they cannot touch me for coining;

I am the king himself.

Edg.
O thou side-piercing sight!

Lear.
Nature's above art in that respect.
There's your press-money. That fellow handles
his bow like a crow-keeper: draw me
a clothier's yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace,
peace; this piece of toasted cheese will do't.
There's my gauntlet; I'll prove it on a giant.
Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, bird!
i' the clout, i' the clout: hewgh! Give the
word.

Edg.
Sweet marjoram.

Lear.
Pass.

Glou.
I know that voice.

Lear.
Ha! Goneril, with a white beard!
They flattered me like a dog; and told me I
had white hairs in my beard ere the black
ones were there. To say 'ay' and 'no' to
every thing that I said!--'Ay' and 'no' too
was no good divinity. When the rain came to
wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter;
when the thunder would not peace at my
bidding; there I found 'em, there I smelt 'em
out. Go to, they are not men o' their words:
they told me I was every thing; 'tis a lie, I
am not ague-proof.

Glou.
The trick of that voice I do well remember:

Is't not the king?

Lear.
Ay, every inch a king:

When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.

I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause?

Adultery?

Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No:

The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly

Does lecher in my sight.

Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son

Was kinder to his father than my daughters

Got 'tween the lawful sheets.

To't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers. (120)

Behold yond simpering dame,

Whose face between her forks presages snow;

That minces virtue, and does shake the head

To hear of pleasure's name;

The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to 't

With a more riotous appetite.

Down from the waist they are Centaurs,

Though women all above:

But to the girdle do the gods inherit,

Beneath is all the fiends'; (130)

There's hell, there's darkness, there's the sulphurous pit,

Burning, scalding, stench, consumption; fie,
fie, fie! pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet,
good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination:
there's money for thee.

Glou.
O, let me kiss that hand!

Lear.
Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

Glou.
O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world

Shall so wear out to nought. Dost thou know me?

Lear.
I remember thine eyes well enough.
Dost thou squint at me? No, do thy worst,
blind Cupid; I'll not love. Read thou this
challenge; mark but the penning of it.

Glou.
Were all the letters suns, I could not see one.

Edg.
I would not take this from report; it is,

And my heart breaks at it.

Lear.
Read.

Glou.
What, with the case of eyes?

Lear.
O, 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 (151)
goes.

Glou.
I see it feelingly.

Lear.
What, art mad? A man may see
how this world goes with no eyes. Look with
thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon
yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change
places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice,
which is the thief? Thou hast seen a
farmer's dog bark at a beggar? (160)

Glou.
Ay, sir.

Lear.
And the creature run from the cur?
There thou mightst behold the great image of
authority: a dog 's obeyed in office.

Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!

Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;

Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind

For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the cozener.

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; (169)

Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,

And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;

Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em:

Take that of me, my friend, who have the power

To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes;

And, like a scurvy politician, seem

To see the things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now:

Pull off my boots: harder, harder: so.

Edg.
O, matter and impertinency mix'd!

Reason in madness! (180)

Lear.
If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.

I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester:

Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:

Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air,

We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee: mark.

Glou.
Alack, alack the day!

Lear.
When we are born, we cry that we are come

To this great stage of fools: this' a good block;

It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe

A troop of horse with felt: I'll put't in proof;

And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law, (191)

Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants.


Gent.
O, here he is: lay hand upon him. Sir,

Your most dear daughter--

Lear.
No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even

The natural fool of fortune. Use me well;

You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons;

I am cut to the brains.

Gent.
You shall have any thing.

Lear.
No seconds? all myself?

Why, this would make a man a man of salt, (200)

To use his eyes for garden water-pots,

Ay, and laying autumn's dust.

Gent.
Good sir,--

Lear.
I will die bravely, like a bridegroom.
What!

I will be jovial: come, come; I am a king,

My masters, know you that.

Gent.
You are a royal one, and we obey you.

Lear.
Then there's life in 't. Nay, if you
get it, you shall get it with running. Sa, sa,
sa, sa. [Exit running; Attendants follow.

Gent.
A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch,

Past speaking of in a king! Thou hast one daughter,

Who redeems nature from the general curse (211)

Which twain have brought her to.

Edg.
Hail, gentle sir.

Gent.
Sir, speed you: what's your will?

Edg.
Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward?

Gent.
Most sure and vulgar: every one hears that,

Which can distinguish sound.

Edg.
But, by your favour,

How near's the other army?

Gent.
Near and on speedy foot; the main descry

Stands on the hourly thought.

Edg.
I thank you, sir: that's all.

Gent.
Though that the queen on special cause is here,

Her army is moved on. (220)

Edg.
I thank you, sir. [Exit Gent.


Glou.
You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;

Let not my worser spirit tempt me again

To die before you please!

Edg.
Well pray you, father.

Glou.
Now, good sir, what are you?

Edg.
A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows;

Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,

Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand,

I'll lead you to some biding.

Glou.
Hearty thanks:

The bounty and the benison of heaven

To boot, and boot! Enter OSWALD.


Osw.
A proclaim'd prize! Most happy! (231)

That eyeless head of thine was first framed flesh

To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor,

Briefly thyself remember: the sword is out

That must destroy thee.

Glou.
Now let thy friendly hand

Put strength enough to't. [Edgar interposes.


Osw.
Wherefore, bold peasant,

Darest thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence;

Lest that the infection of his fortune take

Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.

Edg.
Chill not let go, zir, without vurther (240)
'casion.

Osw.
Let go, slave, or thou diest!

Edg.
Good gentleman, go your gait, and
let poor volk pass. An chud ha' bin zwaggered
out of my life, 'twould not ha' bin zo long as
'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th' old
man; keep out, che vor ye, or ise try whether
your costard or my ballow be the harder:
chill be plain with you.

Osw.
Out, dunghill!

Edg.
Chill pick your teeth, zir: come; no (251)
matter vor your foins. [They fight, and Edgar knocks him down.

Osw.
Slave, thou hast slain me: 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; seek him out

Upon the British party: O, untimely death! [Dies.


Edg.
I know thee well: a serviceable villain;

As duteous to the vices of thy mistress

As badness would desire.

Glou.
What, is he dead? (260)

Edg.
Sit you down, father; rest you

Let's see these pockets: the letters that he speaks of

May be my friends. He's dead; I am only sorry

He had no other death's-man. Let us see:

Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not:

To know our enemies' minds, we'ld rip their hearts;

Their papers, is more lawful. [Reads]


'Let our reciprocal vows be remembered.
You have many opportunities to cut
him off: if your will want not, time and place
will be fruitfully offered. There is nothing
done, if he return the conqueror: then am I
the prisoner, and his bed my gaol; from the
loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply
the place for your labour. 'Your--wife, so I would say--
'Affectionate servant,
'GONERIL.'

O undistinguished space of woman's will!

A plot upon her virtuous husband's life;

And the exchange my brother! Here, in the sands, (281)

Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified

Of murderous lechers: and in the mature time

With this ungracious paper strike the sight

Of the death-practised duke: for him 'tis well

That of thy death and business I can tell.

Glou.
The king is mad: how stiff is my vile sense,

That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling

Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract:

So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs, (290)

And woes by wrong imaginations lose

The knowledge of themselves.

Edg.
Give me your hand: [Drum afar off.


Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum:

Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. [Exeunt.

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