Cor. Had you not been their father, these white | Remembers not these garments; nor I know not flakes Had challenged pity of them. Was this a face Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Cor. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die? Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. daylight? I am mightily abused.-I should even die with pity, Cor. O, look upon me, sir, And hold your hands in benediction o'er me:- Lear Pray, do not mock me: Where I did lodge last night: Do not laugh at me; [not: Cor. Cor. Lear. Am I in France? No cause, no cause. In your own kingdom, sir. Lear. Do not abuse me. SCENE.-A field between the two Camps. Edg. Here, father, take the shadow of this tree, Grace go with you, sir? Glo. No farther, sir; a man may rot even here. Edm. Some officers take them away; good guard; Lear. No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: And ask of thee forgiveness: So we'll live, Elm. caught thee? Have I He that parts us, shall bring a brand from Heaven, And fire us hence, like foxes. Wipe thine eyes; The goujeers shall devour them, flesh and fell, Ere they shall make us weep; we'll see them starve first. Come. [Exeunt LEAR and CORDELIA, guarded. Edm. Come hither, captain; hark. Take thou this note; [giving a paper,] go, follow them to prison : One step I have advanced thee; if thou dost Off. I'll do't, my lord Edm. About it, and write happy when thou hast done it. Mark-I say instantly, and carry set it down. Off. I will, my lord. so as I have [Exeunt. That, if my speech offend a noble heart, Edm. In wisdom, I should ask thy name; Gon. This is mere practice, Gloster; By the law of arms, thou wast not bound to answer An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd, But cozen'd and beguiled. Alb. Shut your mouth, dame, Or with this paper shall I stop it.-Hold, sir :Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil :No tearing, lady; I perceive, you know it. [Gives the letter to EDMUND. Gon. Say, if I do: the laws are mine, not thine : Who shall arraign me for't? And more, much more; the time will bring it out [1 Trumpet. Edg. Let's exchange charity. [Trumpet answers within. Enter EDGAR, armed, preceded by a Trumpet. Alb. Ask him his purposes, why he appears Upon this call o' the trumpet. Her. What are you? Your name, your quality? and why you answer I come to cope withal. Alb. Which is that adversary? Edg. What's he that speaks for Edmund, earl of Gloster? Edm. Himself:-what say'st thou to him? Alb. Methought thy very gait did prophesy A royal nobleness: I must embrace thee; Lest sorrow split my heart, if ever I Did hate thee, or thy father! And-saved him from despair. Never (oh fault!) reveal'd myself to him, Edm. This speech of yours has mov'd me, Enter a Gentleman, hastily, with a knife covered with blood. Gent. Help, help, oh, help! Edg. What means that reeking knife? Alb. Whe, man? speak! Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha! What is it thou say'st?-Her voice was ever soft, Lear. I have seen the day, with my good biting faulchion Kent. If fortune brag of two she loved and hated, Lear. This is a dull sight; Are you not Kent? Gent. Your lady, sir, your lady; and her sister, He'll strike, and quickly too:-He's dead and By her is poisoned--she confesses it. Alb. Produce their bodies-be they alive or dead. This judgment of heaven, which makes us tremble, Touches us not with pity. [Exit Gentleman. Kent. I'm come Enter KENT. To bid my king and master aye good-night. Edm. Yet Edmund was beloved. Alb. 'Tis even so-cover their faces. Be brief in it-to the castle-for my writ Edm. Well thought on; take my sword. [Exit EDGAR. [EDMUND is borne off, dying. Enter LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arms: EDGAR, Officer, and others. Alb. Haste thee for thy life. Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl!-O, you are men of stones; Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack :-O, she is gone for ever! I know, when one is dead, and when one lives; Kent. O my good master! [Kneeling. Lear. Pr'ythee, away. Edg. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! I might have saved her; now she's gone for ever! rotten. Kent. No, my good lord. I am the very man. Lear. I'll see that straight. Kent. That, from your first of difference and Enter an Officer. Off. Edmund is dead, my lord. That's but a trifle here. Lear. And my poor fool* is hang'd! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, no more, Never, never, never, never, never!- That would upon the rack of this tough world O, he is gone indeed. Edg. Kent. The wonder is, he hath endured so long: He but usurp'd his life. *Poor fool was a term of familiar endearment. SCENE. A Room in Capulet's House at Verona. Enter Lady CAPULET and NURse. Enter a Servant. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her served up, you called, my young lady asked for, forth to me. What is your will? La Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile, We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married? Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now, in brief;The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world-Why, he's a man of wax. La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. La. Cap. What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast: Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: the nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. La. Cap. We follow thee.--Juliet, the county stays. SCENE.-A Street in Verona. Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch Bearers, and others. Rom. Give me a torch,-I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy I will bear the light. Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead, So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound. Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft, Mer. And so did I. That dreamers often lie. Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things Rom. Well, what was yours? Mer. true. Drawn with a team of little atomies* On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace, Rom. Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom. I fear, too early; for my mind misgives Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin bis fearful date With this night's revels; and expire the term [Exeunt. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:- 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore storm you so? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe: Tyb. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; I'll not endure him. 1 Cap. He shall be endur'd. Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. 1 Cap. Go to, go to. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit, Rom. If I profane with my unworthiest hand [To JULIET. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in |