King Lear by William Shakespeare, 1564-1616

Throwing down a glove

what in the world he is

That names me traitor, villain-like he lies:

Call by thy trumpet: he that dares approach,

On him, on you, who not? I will maintain

My truth and honour firmly.

ALBANY A herald, ho!

EDMUND A herald, ho, a herald!

ALBANY Trust to thy single virtue; for thy soldiers,

All levied in my name, have in my name

Took their discharge.

REGAN My sickness grows upon me.

ALBANY She is not well; convey her to my tent.

Exit Regan, led

Enter a Herald

Come hither, herald,–Let the trumpet sound,

And read out this.

Captain Sound, trumpet!

A trumpet sounds

Herald [Reads]

‘If any man of quality or degree within

the lists of the army will maintain upon Edmund,

supposed Earl of Gloucester, that he is a manifold

traitor, let him appear by the third sound of the

trumpet: he is bold in his defence.’

EDMUND Sound!

First trumpet

Herald Again!

Second trumpet

Herald Again!

Third trumpet

Trumpet answers within

Enter EDGAR, at the third sound, armed, with a trumpet before him

ALBANY Ask him his purposes, why he appears

Upon this call o’ the trumpet.

Herald What are you?

Your name, your quality? and why you answer

This present summons?

EDGAR Know, my name is lost;

By treason’s tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit:

Yet am I noble as the adversary

I come to cope.

ALBANY Which is that adversary?

EDGAR What’s he that speaks for Edmund Earl of Gloucester?

EDMUND Himself: what say’st thou to him?

EDGAR Draw thy sword,

That, if my speech offend a noble heart,

Thy arm may do thee justice: here is mine.

Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours,

My oath, and my profession: I protest,

Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence,

Despite thy victor sword and fire-new fortune,

Thy valour and thy heart, thou art a traitor;

False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father;

Conspirant ‘gainst this high-illustrious prince;

And, from the extremest upward of thy head

To the descent and dust below thy foot,

A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou ‘No,’

This sword, this arm, and my best spirits, are bent

To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak,

Thou liest.

EDMUND In wisdom I should ask thy name;

But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike,

And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes,

What safe and nicely I might well delay

By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn:

Back do I toss these treasons to thy head;

With the hell-hated lie o’erwhelm thy heart;

Which, for they yet glance by and scarcely bruise,

This sword of mine shall give them instant way,

Where they shall rest for ever. Trumpets, speak!

Alarums. They fight. EDMUND falls

ALBANY Save him, save him!

GONERIL This is practise, Gloucester:

By the law of arms thou wast not bound to answer

An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish’d,

But cozen’d and beguiled.

ALBANY Shut your mouth, dame,

Or with this paper shall I stop it: Hold, sir:

Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil:

No tearing, lady: I perceive you know it.

Gives the letter to EDMUND

GONERIL Say, if I do, the laws are mine, not thine:

Who can arraign me for’t.

ALBANY Most monstrous! oh!

Know’st thou this paper?

GONERIL Ask me not what I know.

Exit

ALBANY Go after her: she’s desperate; govern her.

EDMUND What you have charged me with, that have I done;

And more, much more; the time will bring it out:

‘Tis past, and so am I. But what art thou

That hast this fortune on me? If thou’rt noble,

I do forgive thee.

EDGAR Let’s exchange charity.

I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;

If more, the more thou hast wrong’d me.

My name is Edgar, and thy father’s son.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices

Make instruments to plague us:

The dark and vicious place where thee he got

Cost him his eyes.

EDMUND Thou hast spoken right, ’tis true;

The wheel is come full circle: I am here.

ALBANY Methought thy very gait did prophesy

A royal nobleness: I must embrace thee:

Let sorrow split my heart, if ever I

Did hate thee or thy father!

EDGAR Worthy prince, I know’t.

ALBANY Where have you hid yourself?

How have you known the miseries of your father?

EDGAR By nursing them, my lord. List a brief tale;

And when ’tis told, O, that my heart would burst!

The bloody proclamation to escape,

That follow’d me so near,–O, our lives’ sweetness!

That we the pain of death would hourly die

Rather than die at once!–taught me to shift

Into a madman’s rags; to assume a semblance

That very dogs disdain’d: and in this habit

Met I my father with his bleeding rings,

Their precious stones new lost: became his guide,

Led him, begg’d for him, saved him from despair;

Never,–O fault!–reveal’d myself unto him,

Until some half-hour past, when I was arm’d:

Not sure, though hoping, of this good success,

I ask’d his blessing, and from first to last

Told him my pilgrimage: but his flaw’d heart,

Alack, too weak the conflict to support!

‘Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief,

Burst smilingly.

EDMUND This speech of yours hath moved me,

And shall perchance do good: but speak you on;

You look as you had something more to say.

ALBANY If there be more, more woeful, hold it in;

For I am almost ready to dissolve,

Hearing of this.

EDGAR This would have seem’d a period

To such as love not sorrow; but another,

To amplify too much, would make much more,

And top extremity.

Whilst I was big in clamour came there in a man,

Who, having seen me in my worst estate,

Shunn’d my abhorr’d society; but then, finding

Who ’twas that so endured, with his strong arms

He fastened on my neck, and bellow’d out

As he’ld burst heaven; threw him on my father;

Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him

That ever ear received: which in recounting

His grief grew puissant and the strings of life

Began to crack: twice then the trumpets sounded,

And there I left him tranced.

ALBANY But who was this?

EDGAR Kent, sir, the banish’d Kent; who in disguise

Follow’d his enemy king, and did him service

Improper for a slave.

Enter a Gentleman, with a bloody knife

Gentleman Help, help, O, help!

EDGAR What kind of help?

ALBANY Speak, man.

EDGAR What means that bloody knife?

Gentleman ‘Tis hot, it smokes;

It came even from the heart of–O, she’s dead!

ALBANY Who dead? speak, man.

Gentleman Your lady, sir, your lady: and her sister

By her is poisoned; she hath confess’d it.

EDMUND I was contracted to them both: all three

Now marry in an instant.

EDGAR Here comes Kent.

ALBANY Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead:

This judgment of the heavens, that makes us tremble,

Touches us not with pity.

Exit Gentleman

Enter KENT

O, is this he?

The time will not allow the compliment

Which very manners urges.

KENT I am come

To bid my king and master aye good night:

Is he not here?

ALBANY Great thing of us forgot!

Speak, Edmund, where’s the king? and where’s Cordelia?

See’st thou this object, Kent?

The bodies of GONERIL and REGAN are brought in

KENT Alack, why thus?

EDMUND Yet Edmund was beloved:

The one the other poison’d for my sake,

And after slew herself.

ALBANY Even so. Cover their faces.

EDMUND I pant for life: some good I mean to do,

Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,

Be brief in it, to the castle; for my writ

Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia:

Nay, send in time.

ALBANY Run, run, O, run!

EDGAR To who, my lord? Who hath the office? send

Thy token of reprieve.

EDMUND Well thought on: take my sword,

Give it the captain.

ALBANY Haste thee, for thy life.

Exit EDGAR

EDMUND He hath commission from thy wife and me

To hang Cordelia in the prison, and

To lay the blame upon her own despair,

That she fordid herself.

ALBANY The gods defend her! Bear him hence awhile.

EDMUND is borne off

Re-enter KING LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arms; EDGAR, Captain, and others following

KING LEAR Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones:

Had I your tongues and eyes, I’ld use them so

That heaven’s vault should crack. She’s gone for ever!

I know when one is dead, and when one lives;

She’s dead as earth. Lend me a looking-glass;

If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,

Why, then she lives.

KENT Is this the promised end

EDGAR Or image of that horror?

ALBANY Fall, and cease!

KING LEAR This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so,

It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows

That ever I have felt.

KENT [Kneeling]

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