ACT 1
Scene 1
...King is coming.
Enter King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia, and Attendants.
...O vassal! Miscreant!
Dear sir, forbear.
...Come, noble Burgundy.
Flourish. All but France, Cordelia, Goneril, and Regan exit.
ACT 2
Scene 1
...make thee capable.
Enter Cornwall, Regan, and Attendants.
How now, my noble friend? Since I came hither,
Which I can call but now, I have heard strange news.
...not be there.
Nor I, assure thee, Regan.—
Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father
A childlike office.
...to apprehend him.
Is he pursued?
...my good lord.
If he be taken, he shall never more
Be feared of doing harm. Make your own purpose,
How in my strength you please.—For you, Edmund,
Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant
So much commend itself, you shall be ours.
Natures of such deep trust we shall much need.
You we first seize on.
...thank your Grace.
You know not why we came to visit you—
...are right welcome.
Flourish. They exit.
Scene 2
...ho! Murder, murder!
Enter Bastard Edmund, with his rapier drawn, Cornwall, Regan, Gloucester, Servants.
...the matter here?
Keep peace, upon your lives! He dies that
strikes again. What is the matter?
...and the King.
What is your difference? Speak.
...tailor made thee.
Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a
man?
...o’ th’ trade.
Speak yet, how grew your quarrel?
...beard, you wagtail?
Peace, sirrah!
You beastly knave, know you no reverence?
...hath a privilege.
Why art thou angry?
...home to Camelot.
What, art thou mad, old fellow?
...such a knave.
Why dost thou call him “knave”? What is his fault?
...likes me not.
No more, perchance, does mine, nor his, nor hers.
...at this instant.
This is some fellow
Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect
A saucy roughness and constrains the garb
Quite from his nature. He cannot flatter, he.
An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth!
An they will take it, so; if not, he’s plain.
These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness
Harbor more craft and more corrupter ends
Than twenty silly-ducking observants
That stretch their duties nicely.
...flick’ring Phoebus’ front—
What mean’st by this?
...me to ’t.
to Oswald
What was th’ offense you gave him?
...is their fool.
Fetch forth the stocks.—
You stubborn ancient knave, you reverent braggart,
We’ll teach you.
...Stocking his messenger.
Fetch forth the stocks.—As I have life and honor,
There shall he sit till noon.
...knave, I will.
This is a fellow of the selfsame color
Our sister speaks of.—Come, bring away the stocks.
...him thus restrained.
I’ll answer that.
...in the stocks.
Come, my good lord, away.
All but Gloucester and Kent exit.
Scene 4
...buttered his hay.
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloucester, Servants.
...to you both.
Hail to your Grace.
...airs, with lameness!
Fie, sir, fie!
...i’ th’ stocks?
What trumpet’s that?
...from my sight!
What means your Grace?
... stocks?
I set him there, sir, but his own disorders
Deserved much less advancement.
...shall go mad!
Let us withdraw. ’Twill be a storm.
...lord of Gloucester?
Followed the old man forth.
Enter Gloucester.
He is returned.
...in high rage.
Whither is he going?
...know not whither.
’Tis best to give him way. He leads himself.
...wisdom bids fear.
Shut up your doors, my lord. ’Tis a wild night.
My Regan counsels well. Come out o’ th’ storm.
They exit.
ACT 3
Scene 5
...a British man.”
Enter Cornwall, and Edmund with a paper.
I will have my revenge ere I depart his
house.
...to think of.
I now perceive it was not altogether your
brother’s evil disposition made him seek his death,
but a provoking merit set awork by a reprovable
badness in himself.
...I the detector.
Go with me to the Duchess.
...business in hand.
True or false, it hath made thee Earl of
Gloucester. Seek out where thy father is, that he
may be ready for our apprehension.
...and my blood.
I will lay trust upon thee, and thou shalt
find a dearer father in my love.
They exit.
Scene 7
...King! Lurk, lurk.
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Goneril, Edmund, the Bastard, and Servants.
to Goneril
Post speedily to my lord your
husband. Show him this letter. He gives her a paper.
The army of France is landed.—Seek out
the traitor Gloucester.
...out his eyes.
Leave him to my displeasure.—Edmund,
keep you our sister company. The revenges we are
bound to take upon your traitorous father are not
fit for your beholding. Advise the Duke, where you
are going, to a most festinate preparation; we are
bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift and
intelligent betwixt us.—Farewell, dear sister.—
Farewell, my lord of Gloucester.
Enter Oswald, the Steward.
How now? Where’s the King?
...have well-armèd friends.
Get horses for your mistress.
...lord, and sister.
Edmund, farewell. Go seek the traitor Gloucester.
Pinion him like a thief; bring him before us.
Though well we may not pass upon his life
Without the form of justice, yet our power
Shall do a court’sy to our wrath, which men
May blame but not control.
Enter Gloucester and Servants.
Who’s there? The traitor?
...fox! ’Tis he.
Bind fast his corky arms.
...foul play, friends.
Bind him, I say.
...are, I’m none.
To this chair bind him.
Servants bind Gloucester.
Villain, thou shalt find—
...will you do?
Come, sir, what letters had you late from France?
...know the truth.
And what confederacy have you with the traitors
Late footed in the kingdom?
...from one opposed.
Cunning.
... And false.
Where hast thou sent the King?
...at peril—
Wherefore to Dover? Let him answer that.
...overtake such children.
See ’t shalt thou never.—Fellows, hold the chair.—
Upon these eyes of thine I’ll set my foot.
...me some help!
As Servants hold the chair, Cornwall forces out one of Gloucester’s eyes.
...Th’ other too.
If you see vengeance—
...do you mean?
My villain?
Draw and fight.
...him. O!He dies.
Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly! Forcing out Gloucester’s other eye.
Where is thy luster now?
...How look you?
I have received a hurt. Follow me, lady.—
Turn out that eyeless villain. Throw this slave
Upon the dunghill.—Regan, I bleed apace.
Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.
Cornwall and Regan exit.