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King Lear

Act III, Scene 7

Gloucester's castle.
 
[Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and Servants]
 
CORNWALL
Post speedily to my lord your husband, show him this letter, the army of France is landed: seek out the traitor Gloucester.
 
[Exeunt some of the Servants]
 
REGAN
Hang him instantly.
 
GONERIL
Pluck out his eyes.
 
CORNWALL
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. How now? Where's the king?
 
STEWARD
           ,          ,          ,         ,           ,
      My lord | of Glouce|ster hath | conveyed | him hence
             ,        ,          ,      ,          ,
      Some five | or six | and thir|ty of | his knights
       T    T    T      ,            ,       2     ,
      Hot questrists | after | him, met | him at gate,
       ,            ,  ,        2        ,        ,
      Who, with | some o/ther of the | lords, de|pendants,
            ,                  ,     ,        ,            ,
      Are gone | with him / towards Dov|er; where | they boast
                  ,    ,        ,
      To have / well-armed | friends.
 
CORNWALL
                                             ,        ,           ,      ->
                                      Get | horses | for your || mistress.
 
GONERIL
            ,      T     T    .   T       o
      Farewell | sweet lord, and sis|ter.
 
CORNWALL
       ,    2        ,          ,          ,          ,
      Edmund *fare|well: go*| seek the | traitor | Gloucester,
       ,             ,        ,       ,               x
      Pinion | him like | a thief,| bring him | before us:
               ,        ,          ,      ,          ,
      Though well | we may | not pass | upon | his life
           ,          ,         ,        ,          x
      Without | the form | of just|ice: yet | our power
             ,       ,     ,     2      ,            ,
      Shall do | a court|esy | to our wrath,| which men
            ,          ,         ,
      May blame,| but not | control.  \\
 
[Enter GLOUCESTER, brought in by two or three]
              ,           ,      2
      Who's there?| The trait|or?
 
REGAN
                                      ,        ,          ,
                                  Ingrate|ful fox,| 'tis he.
 
CORNWALL
        T    T   .    T      ,
      Bind fast his cork|y arms.
 
GLOUCESTER
                                        ,            x
                                 What mean | your graces?
        ,          ,          ,       ,              ,
      Good my | friends, con|sider | you are | my guests:
       ,   2       T    T      T
      Do me no | foul play, friends.
 
CORNWALL
                                       ,           ,
                                     Bind him | I say.
 
REGAN
        T     T   T    ,         ,       oo
      Hard, hard: O | filthy | traitor.|
 
GLOUCESTER
         ,    2    ,     ,        ,          ,
      Unmer|ciful la|dy as | you are,| I'm none.
 
CORNWALL
       T   T    T       ,
      To this chair | bind him,
       ,          T    T     T
      Villain,| thou shalt find.  (tri with prev)
 
GLOUCESTER
                 ,    ,           ,       ,       ,
      By the / kind gods,| 'tis most | ignob|ly done
           ,         ,         ,
      To pluck | me by | the beard.  \\
 
REGAN
           ,           ,        ,
      So white,| and such | a trait|or?
 
GLOUCESTER
                                         ,       ,     2->
                                       Naugh|ty la||dy,
              ,             ,          ,        ,         ,
      These hairs | which thou | dost rav|ish from | my chin
             ,       ,        ,          ,     2       ,
      Will quick|en and | accuse | thee. I | am your host,
            ,          ,      ,      , 2       ,
      With rob|bers' hands,| my hos|pitable | favors
                    ,   ,        ,      ,              ,
      You should / not ruf|fle thus.| What will | you do?
 
CORNWALL
        ,              ,        ,          ,            ,
      Come sir,| What let|ters had | you late | from France?
 
REGAN
          ,       ,          ,         ,          ,
      Be simp|le ans|wered, for | we know | the truth.
 
CORNWALL
And what confederacy have you with the traitors, late footed in the kingdom?
 
REGAN
           ,     ,
      To whose hands   ????
                 ,       ,        ,     ,
      You have sent the lunatic king: Speak.  ????
 
GLOUCESTER
          ,       ,        ,            ,    ,
      I have | a let|ter gues|singly / set down
              ,          ,            ,       ,        ,
      Which came | from one | that's of | a neut|ral heart,
           ,          ,        ,
      And not | from one | opposed.
 
CORNWALL
                                    ,
                                   Cunning.
 
REGAN
                                                  ,
                                            And false.
 
CORNWALL
        ,                 ,          ,
      Where hast | thou sent | the king?
 
GLOUCESTER
                                             ,
                                         To Dov|er.
 
REGAN
      <-  ,        2    ,        ,      ,           ,          ,
        Where||fore to Dov|er? Wast | thou not | charged at | peril.
 
CORNWALL
        ,      2      ,       ,               ,        ,
      Wherefore to | Dover?| Let him | first^ans|wer that.
 
GLOUCESTER
       2     ,      2      ,         ,          ,            ,
      I am tied | to the stake,| and I | must stand | the course.
     
 
REGAN
        ,             ,
      Wherefore | to Dov|er?    \\
 
GLOUCESTER
          ,         ,          ,         ,       ,
      Because | I would | not see | thy cru|el nails
             ,     .    T   T    T       2       ,      ,
      Pluck^out | his poor old eyes:| nor thy fierce | sister,
       ,          ,        ,       T     Tx      T
      In his | anoin|ted flesh,| stick boarish fangs.
           ,           ,        ,                ,    ,
      The sea,| with such | a storm | as his / bare head,
       .   T    T     T         ,                     ,    ,
      In hell-black night | endured,| would have / buoyed up
              ,            ,        ,
      And quenched | the stel|led fires:|   \\
       .    T   T    T          ,          ,     2     ,
      Yet poor old heart,| he holp | the heav|ens to rain.
            ,           2        ,     ,       T    T     T
      If wolves | had at thy / gate howled | that stern time,
               ,             ,            ,       ,         ,
      Thou shouldst | have said,| good* port|er turn | the key:
           ,        ,          ,          ,          ,
      All cru|els else | subscribed:| but I | shall see
             ,      ,         ,      ,          ,
      The winged | vengeance^|over|take such^|children.
 
CORNWALL
         x                ,       ,          ,          ,
      See it shalt^|thou nev|er, fel|lows, hold | the chair,
        ,            ,         ,           ,         ,
      Upon | these^eyes | of thine,| I'll set | my foot.
 
GLOUCESTER
       ,               ,          ,          ,       ,
      He that | will think | to live,| till he | be old,
        ,              ,        ,      ,         ,
      Give me | some help--| O cru|el! O | you gods.
 
REGAN
             ,           ,         x         ,      ,
      One* side | will mock | another:| the oth|er too.  ??
 
CORNWALL
          ,         ,
      If you | see venge|ance.
 
FIRST SERVANT
                                ,           ,         ,
                              Hold | your hand,| my lord:
       2        ,          ,      ,        ,        ,
      I have served | you ev|er since | I was | a child:
           ,       ,         ,        x       ,
      But bet|ter serv|ice have | I never | done you,
            ,        ,          ,
      Than now | to bid | you hold.
 
REGAN
                                          ,         ,
                                    How* now,| you dog?
 
FIRST SERVANT
          ,          ,        ,       ,           ,
      If you | did wear | a beard | upon | your chin,
               x      ,          ,         ,             ,
      I'd shake it | on this | quarrel.| What do | you mean?
 
CORNWALL
My villain?
 
[They draw and fight]
 
FIRST SERVANT
       ,               ,         ,           ,         ,     ->
      Nay then | come^on,| and take | the chance | of an||ger.
 
REGAN
        ,      2      ,        ,         ,          ,
      Give | me thy sword.| A peas|ant stand | up thus?
 
[Takes a sword, and runs at him behind]
 
FIRST SERVANT
         ,        ,          ,                ,   ,       , ->
      Oh I | am slain:| My lord,| you have / one eye || left
            ,          ,          ,       __
      To | see some | mischief | on him.| Oh.
 
[Dies]
 
CORNWALL
        T   .  T    T           x      T    T    Tx
      Lest it see more,| prevent it;| Out vile jelly:
        ,              ,      ,
      Where is | thy lust|er now?
 
GLOUCESTER
            ,         ,        ,
      All dark | and com|fortless?
         T     T  T     ,
      Where's my son | Edmund?   (tri with prev two)
       ,           ,      ,           ,         ,      2->
      Edmund,| enkind|le all | the sparks | of na||ture
           ,          ,       ,
      To quit | this hor|rid act.
 
REGAN
       ,    ,             ,
      Out trea/cherous | villain,  (tri with prev)
              ,         ,           ,            ,        ,
      Thou callst | on him,| that hates | thee. It | was he
             ,         ,     ,      2      ,         x
      That made | the ov|erture | of thy treas|ons to us:
       T   T  T      ,        ,      __
      Who is too | good to | pity | thee.
 
GLOUCESTER
      ,       ,              ,      ,       ,
      O my | follies!| Then Edg|ar was | abused,
        T    T    .   T         ,          ,       ,
      Kind gods, forgive | me that,| and pros|per him.
 
REGAN
             ,          ,         ,          ,          ,
      Go* thrust | him out | at gates,| and let | him smell
           ,        ,
      His way | to Dover.  \\
            x          ,          ,
      How is it | my lord?| how look | you?  \\
 
CORNWALL
      ,             ,         ,     ,    2      ,
      I have | received | a hurt:| follow me | lady;
            ,          ,        ,          ,            ,
      Turn^out | that eye|less vil|lain: throw | this slave
        ,          ,          ,     2    ,        ,
      Upon | the dung|hill*: Reg|an, I bleed | apace,
          ,       ,            ,      ,             ,
      Untime|ly comes | this hurt.| Give me | your arm.
 
[Exit CORNWALL, led by REGAN]
 
SECOND SERVANT
            ,       ,           ,           ,  ,
      I'll nev|er care | what wick|edness / I do,
           ,          ,         ,
      If this | man come | to good.
 
THIRD SERVANT
                                    .  T    T    T
                                   If she live long,
           ,        ,                ,     ,          ,
      And in | the end | meet the / old course | of death,
       ,            ,      ,   ,
      Women | will all | turn mon/sters.
 
SECOND SERVANT
      <-         ,            ,      ,          ,         ,
        Let's^||follow | the old | earl, and | get the | Bedlam
           ,          ,          ,           ,       ,       2->
      To lead | him where | he would:| his rogu|ish mad||ness
          ,        ,        ,    ,
      Allows | itself | to an|ything.
 
THIRD SERVANT
       ,               ,            ,           ,          ,
      Go thou:| I'll fetch | some flax | and whites | of eggs
        2   ,      2      ,         ,             x       ,
      To apply | to his bleed|ing face.| Now*, heaven | help him!
 
[Exeunt severally]

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