And bring him to our Eye. What can Man's wisdom Gent. There are means, Madam: Our fofter Nurse of Nature, is repose, Cord. All bleft Secrets, All you unpublish'd Virtues of the Earth The British Powers are marching hitherward. It is thy bufinefs that I go about: therefore SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Regan's Palace. Enter Regan, and Steward. Reg. But are my Brother's Powers fet forth? Stew. Ay Madam. Reg. Himself in Person there? Stew. Madam, with much adoe Your Sifter is the better Soldier. Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your Lord at home? Stew. No, Madam. Reg. What might import my Sifter's Letter to him? Stew. I know not, Lady. Reg. Faith he is pofted hence on ferious Matter. In pity of his mifery, to dispatch Stew. I muft needs after him, Madam, with my Letter. Reg. Our Troops fet forth to morrow, ftay with us: The ways are dangerous. Stew. I may not, Madam; My Lady charg'd my duty in his business. Reg. Why fhould fhe write to Edmund? Might not you transport her purposes by word? Belike, Some things, I know not what Let me unfeal the Letter. Stew. Madam, I had rather I'll love thee much Reg. I know your Lady do's not love her Husband, Reg. Ifpeak in understanding: You're; I know't; My Lord is dead; Edmund, and I have talk'd, I pray So fare you well. If you do chance to hear of that blind Traitor, Preferment falls on him, that cuts him off. Stew. Would I could meet him, Madam, I should shew What party I do follow. Reg. Fare thee well. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The Country. Enter Glofter and Edgar. Glo. When fhall I come to th' top of that fame Hill? Edg. You do climb up it now. Glo. Methinks the ground is even. Edg. Horrible fteep. Hark, do you hear the Sea? Look how we labour. Glo. Glo. No truly. Edg. Why then your other Senfes grow imperfect By your Eyes anguish. Glo. So may it be indeed. Methinks thy Voice is alter'd, and thou speak'st Edg. You're much deceiv'd: in nothing am I chang'd But in my Garments, Glo. Methinks you're better fpoken. Edg. Come on, Sir, Here's the place; ftand ftill. How fearful The Crows and Choughs, that wing the midway air Glo. Set me where you ftand. Edg. Give me your hand: You are now within a foot of th' extream Verge: Here Friend's, another purse, in it, a Jewel Well worth a poor Man's taking. Fairies, and gods Glo. With all my heart. Edg. Why do I trifle thus with his despair? "Tis done to cure it. Glo. O you mighty gods! This world I do renounce, and in your fights, If I could bear it longer, and not fall [Seems to go. Το To quarrel with your great oppofelefs wills, Edg. Good Sir, farewel. [He leaps and falls along. And yet I know not how conceit may rob Yields to the Theft. Had he been where he thought, Alive, or dead? Hoa, you Sir! Friend! here, you Sir! speak! Thus might he pass indeed What are you Sir? Glo. Away, and let me die. yet he revives. 7 Edg. Had it thou been ought butGozemore, Feathers and Air, So many fathom down precipitating, Thoud'ft fhiver'd like an Egg: but thou doft breath; Edg. From the dread Summet of this Chalky Bourn Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit To end it felf by death? 'Twas yet fome comfort, Edg. Give me your art. Up, foHow is't? Feel you your Legs? You ftand. Edg. This is above all ftrangeness. Upon the Crown o'th' Cliff, what thing was that Glo. A poor unfortunate Beggar. Edg. As I ftood here below, methought his Eyes Of Of Mens impoffibilities, have preferv'd thee. Enough, enough, and die. That thing you speak of, I took it for a Man: often 'twould fay The Fiend, the Fiend he led me to that place, Enter Lear. Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts. But who comes here? The fafer Senfe will ne'er accommodate His Mafter thus. Lear. No, they cannot touch me for Coyning, I am the King himself. Edg. O thou fide-piercing fight! Lear. Nature's above Art, in that refpe&t. There's your Prefs-mony. That Fellow handles his Bow like a Crowkeeper: draw me a Clothier's Yard. Look, look, a Mouse. Peace, Peace, this piece of toafted Cheese will do't There's my Gauntlet, I'll prove it on a Gyant. Bring up the brown Bills. O well flown Bird: i'th' clout, i'th' clout; Hewgh. Give the word. Edg. Sweet Marjoram, Lear. Pafs. Glo. I know that Voice. Lear.Ha! Gonerill with a white Beard? They flatter'd me like a Dog, and told me I had white Hairs in my Beard, e'er the black ones were there. To fay Ay, and No, to every thing that I faidAy and No too, was no good Di vinity. When the Rain came to wet me once, and Wind to make me chatter: when the Thunder would not peace at my bidding, there I found 'em, there I fmelt '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. Glo. The trick of that Voice, I do well remember: Is't not the King? Lear. Ay, every inch a King. When I do ftare, fee how the Subject quakes. For |