Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 488 words
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Why good sir? A sovereign shame so elbows him his own unkindness That stripped her from his benediction turned her, To for rain casualties gave her dear rights, To his dog-harted daughters, these things sting his mind, So venomously that burning shame detains him from Cordelia. Alack poor Gentleman. Of Albanies and Cornewals powers you heard not. 'tis so they are a foot. Well sir, i'll bring you to our master Lear, And leave you to attend him some dear cause, Will in concealment wrap me up awhile, When I am known aright you shall not grieve, Lending me this acquaintance, I pray you go along with me. Alack 'tis he, why he was met even now, As mad as the vent sea singing aloud, Crowned with rank femiter and furrow weeds, With hor-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo flowers, Darnell and all the idle weeds that grow, In our sustaining, corn, a century is sent forth, Search every acre in the high grown field, And bring him to our eye, what can man's wisdom In the restoring his bereaved sense, he that can help him Take all my outward worth. There is means Madam. Our foster nurse of nature is repose, The which he lacks that to provoke in him, Are many simples operative whose power, Will close the eye of anguish. All blessed secrets all you unpublisht virtues of the earth, Spring with my tears beaydant and remediat, In the good man's distress, seek, seek, for him, Lest his ungovernd rage dissolve the life. That wants the means to lead it. News Madam, the British powers are marching hitherward. 'tis known before, our preparation stands, In expectation of them, o dear father It is thy business that I go about, therefore great France My mourning and important tears hath pitied, No blown ambition doth our arms in sight But love, dear love, and our aged father's right, Soon may I hear and see him. But are my brother's powers set forth? I Madam. Himself in person? Madam with much ado, your sister is the better soldier. Lord Edmund spoke not with your Lady at home. No Madam. What might import my sister's letters to him? I know not Lady. Faith he is posted hence on serious matter, It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out To let him live, where he arrives he moves All hearts against us, and now I think is gone In pity of his misery to dispatch his nighted life, Moreover to descry the strength a''h army. I must needs after him with my letters Our troup sets forth to morrow stay with us, The ways are dangerous. I may not Madam, my Lady charged my duty in this business. Why should she write to Edmund? might not you Transport her purposes by word, belike Some thing, I know not what, i'll love thee much, Let me unseal the letter. Madam I'd e rather—
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Why good sir? A soueraigne shame so elbows him his own vnkindnes That stript her from his benediction turnd her, To for raine casualties gaue her deare rights, To his dog-harted daughters, these things sting his mind, So venomously that burning shame detaines him from Cordelia. Alack poore Gentleman. Of Albanies and Cornewals powers you heard not. Tis so they are a foote. Well sir, ile bring you to our maister Lear, And leaue you to attend him some deere cause, Will in concealement wrap me vp awhile, When I am knowne aright you shall not greeue, Lending me this acquaintance, I pray you go along with me. Alack tis he, why he was met euen now, As mad as the vent sea singing aloud, Crownd with ranke femiter and furrow weedes, With hor-docks, hemlocke, netles, cookow flowers, Darnell and all the idle weedes that grow, In our sustayning, corne, a centurie is sent forth, Search euery acre in the hie growne field, And bring him to our eye, what can mans wisdome In the restoring his bereued sence, he that can helpe him Take all my outward worth. There is meanes Madame. Our foster nurse of nature is repose, The which he lackes that to prouoke in him, Are many simples operatiue whose power, Will close the eye of anguish. All blest secrets all you vnpublisht vertues of the earth, Spring with my teares beaydant and remediat, In the good mans distresse, seeke, seeke, for him, Lest his vngouernd rage dissolue the life. That wants the meanes to lead it. News Madam, the Brittish powers are marching hither-ward. Tis knowne before, our preparation stands, In expectation of them, ô deere father It is thy busines that I go about, therfore great France My mourning and important teares hath pitied, No blowne ambition doth our armes in sight But loue, deere loue, and our ag'd fathers right, Soone may I heare and see him. But are my brothers powers set forth? I Madam. Himselfe in person? Madam with much ado, your sister is the better soldier. Lord Edmund spake not with your Lady at home. No Madam. What might import my sisters letters to him? I know not Lady. Faith he is posted hence on serious matter, It was great ignorance, Glosters eyes being out To let him liue, where he ariues he moues All harts against vs, and now I thinke is gone In pitie of his misery to dispatch his nighted life, Moreouer to discrie the strength at'h army. I must needs after him with my letters Our troope sets forth to morrow stay with vs, The wayes are dangerous. I may not Madame, my Lady charg'd my dutie in this busines. Why should she write to Edmund? might not you Transport her purposes by word, belike Some thing, I know not what, ile loue thee much, Let me vnseale the letter. Madam I'd e rather—