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.OSWALDMadam, I had rather --REGANI know your lady does not love her husband;I am sure of that: and at her late being hereShe gave strange oeillades and most speaking looksTo noble Edmund.I know you are of her bosom.OSWALDI, madam?REGANI speak in understanding; you are; I know't:Therefore I do advise you, take this note:My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd;And more convenient is he for my handThan for your lady's: you may gather more.If you do find him, pray you, give him this;And when your mistress hears thus much from you,I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her.So, fare you well.If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.OSWALDWould I could meet him, madam! I should showWhat party I do follow.REGANFare thee well.[Exeunt]--------------------------------------"scene" 6Scene 6[Fields near Dover.][Enter GLOUCESTER, and EDGAR dressed like a peasant]GLOUCESTERWhen shall we come to the top of that same hill?EDGARYou do climb up it now: look, how we labour.GLOUCESTERMethinks the ground is even.EDGARHorrible steep.Hark, do you hear the sea?GLOUCESTERNo, truly.EDGARWhy, then, your other senses grow imperfectBy your eyes' anguish.GLOUCESTERSo may it be, indeed:Methinks thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'stIn better phrase and matter than thou didst.EDGARYou're much deceived: in nothing am I changedBut in my garments.GLOUCESTERMethinks you're better spoken.EDGARCome on, sir; here's the place: stand still.How fearfulAnd dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!The crows and choughs that wing the midway airShow scarce so gross as beetles: half way downHangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoyAlmost too small for sight: the murmuring surge,That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,Cannot be heard so high.I'll look no more;Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sightTopple down headlong.GLOUCESTERSet me where you stand.EDGARGive me your hand: you are now within a footOf the extreme verge: for all beneath the moonWould I not leap upright.GLOUCESTERLet go my hand.Here, friend, 's another purse; in it a jewelWell worth a poor man's taking: fairies and godsProsper it with thee! Go thou farther off;Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.EDGARNow fare you well, good sir.GLOUCESTERWith all my heart.EDGARWhy I do trifle thus with his despairIs done to cure it.GLOUCESTER[Kneeling]O you mighty gods!This world I do renounce, and, in your sights,Shake patiently my great affliction off:If I could bear it longer, and not fallTo quarrel with your great opposeless wills,My snuff and loathed part of nature shouldBurn itself out.If Edgar live, O, bless him!Now, fellow, fare thee well.[He falls forward]EDGARGone, sir: farewell.And yet I know not how conceit may robThe treasury of life, when life itselfYields 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?GLOUCESTERAway, and let me die.EDGARHadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,So many fathom down precipitating,Thou'dst shiver'd like an egg: but thou dost breathe;Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art sound.Ten masts at each make not the altitudeWhich thou hast perpendicularly fell:Thy life's a miracle.Speak yet again.GLOUCESTERBut have I fall'n, or no?EDGARFrom the dread summit of this chalky bourn.Look up a-height; the shrill-gorged lark so farCannot be seen or heard: do but look up.GLOUCESTERAlack, I have no eyes.Is wretchedness deprived that benefit,To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort,When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage,And frustrate his proud will.EDGARGive me your arm:Up: so.How is 't? Feel you your legs? You stand.GLOUCESTERToo well, too well.EDGARThis is above all strangeness.Upon the crown o' the cliff, what thing was thatWhich parted from you?GLOUCESTERA poor unfortunate beggar.EDGARAs I stood here below, methought his eyesWere two full moons; he had a thousand noses,Horns whelk'd and waved like the enridged sea:It was some fiend; therefore, thou happy father,Think that the clearest gods, who make them honoursOf men's impossibilities, have preserved thee.GLOUCESTERI do remember now: henceforth I'll bearAffliction till it do cry out itself'Enough, enough,' and die.That thing you speak of,I took it for a man; often 'twould say'The fiend, the fiend:' he led me to that place.EDGARBear free and patient thoughts.But who comes here?[Enter KING LEAR, fantastically dressed with wild flowers]The safer sense will ne'er accommodateHis master thus.KING LEARNo, they cannot touch me for coining; I am theking himself.EDGARO thou side-piercing sight!KING LEARNature's above art in that respect.There's yourpress-money.That fellow handles his bow like acrow-keeper: draw me a clothier's yard.Look,look, a mouse! Peace, peace; this piece of toastedcheese will do 't.There's my gauntlet; I'll proveit on a giant.Bring up the brown bills
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