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Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you
heard not? Gent. "Tis so; they are afoot.
Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, And leave you to attend him: some dear cause Will in concealment wrap me up awbile; When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go Along with me.
SCENE IV.-The same.
Enter CORDELIA, Physician, and Soldiers.
Cor. Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea : singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds, With barlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds, that grow In our sustaining corn.—A century send forth ; Search every acre in the high-grown field, And bring him to our eye. [Exit an Officer.] What
can man's wisdom do,
Phy. There is means, madam:
Cor. All bless'd secrets,
Enter a Messenger.
Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands
Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth ?
Stew. Madam, with much ado: Your sister is the better soldier. Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at
home? Stew. No, madam. Reg. What might import my sister's letter to him? Stew. I know not, lady.
Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.. It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, To let him live; where he arrives, he moves All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone, In pity of his misery, to despatch His pighted life; moreover, to descry The strength o’the enemy. Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my
Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow; stay with
The ways are dangerous.
Stew. I may not, madam;
Reg. Why should she write to Edmund; Might
Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Stew. Madam, I had rather
Reg. I know, your lady does not love her husband;
Stew. I, madam?
Therefore, I do advise you, take this note:
desire her call her wisdom to her.
do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Preferment falls on him, that cuts him off. Stew. 'Would I could meet him, madam! I would
show What party I do follow. Reg. Fare thee well.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI.--The country near Dover. Enter Gloster, and EDGAR, dressed like a peasant. Glo. When shall we come to the top of that same
Edg. Horrible steep :
Glo. No, truly
Edg. Why, then your other senses grow imperfect By your eyes' anguish.
Glo. 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 are much deceiv'd; in. nothing am I
Glo. Methinks, you are better spoken.
brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.
Glo. Set me where you stand.
Glo. Let go my hand. Here, friend, is another purse; in it, a jewel Well worth a poor man's taking: Fairies and gods, Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off; Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.
Edg. Now fare you well, good sir. [Seems to go. Glo. With all my heart.
Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair,
Glo. O you mighty gods!
[He leaps and falls along. Edg. Gone, sir? farewell. And yet I know not bow 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?
Glo. Away, and let me die.
thers, air, So many fathom down precipitating, Thou had'st shiver'd like an egg: but thou dost