уильям шекспир - King Lear

EDGAR ‘Chill not let go, zir, without vurther ’casion 251.

OSWALD Let go, slave, or thou diest!

EDGAR Good gentleman, go your gait 253, and let poor volk

pass. An ’chud ha’ bin zwaggered out of my life, ’twould not 254

ha’ bin zo long as ’tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near

th’old man: keep out, che vor ye, or I’se 256try whether your

costard or my ballow 257be the harder. ’Chill be plain with you.

OSWALD Out, dunghill!

They fight

EDGAR ’Chill pick your teeth, zir: come, no matter vor your foins 259.

OSWALD Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse:

If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body

And give the letters which thou find’st about me

To Edmund, Earl of Gloucester: seek him out

Upon the English party 264. O, untimely death! Death!

He dies

EDGAR I know thee well: a serviceable 265villain,

As duteous to the vices of thy mistress

As badness would desire.

GLOUCESTER What, is he dead?

EDGAR Sit you down, father: rest you.

Let’s see these pockets: the letters that he speaks of

May be my friends. He’s dead: I am only sorry

He had no other deathsman 272. Let us see.

Opens the letter

Leave 273, gentle wax, and manners, blame us not:

To know our enemies’ minds we rip their hearts:

Their papers is more lawful.

Reads the letter

‘Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You have many

opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not 277, time and

place will be fruitfully offered. There is nothing done 278if he

return the conqueror: then am I the prisoner, and his bed my

jail, from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and

supply the place for your labour 281. Your — wife, so I would say

— affectionate servant 282, Goneril.’

O, undistinguished space of woman’s will 283!

A plot upon her virtuous husband’s life,

And the exchange my brother! Here in the sands

Thee I’ll rake up, the post unsanctified 286

Of murderous lechers: and in the mature time 287

With this ungracious paper strike 288the sight

Of the death-practised 289duke: for him ’tis well

That of thy death and business I can tell.

GLOUCESTER The king is mad: how stiff 291is my vile sense,

That I stand up and have ingenious 292feeling

Of my huge sorrows. Better I were distract 293,

So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs,

Drum afar off

And woes by wrong imaginations 295lose

The knowledge of themselves.

EDGAR Give me your hand:

Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum.

Come, father, I’ll bestow you with a friend.

Exeunt

Act 4 Scene 6

running scene 17

Enter Cordelia, Kent and Gentleman

Kent still disguised

CORDELIA O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work

To match thy goodness? My life will be too short,

And every measure fail me 3.

KENT To be acknowledged, madam, is o’erpaid 4.

All my reports go with the modest truth 5,

Nor more nor clipped 6, but so.

CORDELIA Be better suited 7:

These weeds 8are memories of those worser hours,

I prithee put them off.

KENT Pardon, dear madam,

Yet to be known shortens my made intent 11:

My boon I make it, that you know me not 12

Till time and I think meet 13.

CORDELIA Then be’t so, my good lord.— How does the king?

GENTLEMAN Madam, sleeps still.

CORDELIA O you kind gods,

Cure this great breach in his abusèd nature!

Th’untuned and jarring senses, O, wind up 18

Of this child-changèd 19father!

GENTLEMAN So please your majesty

That we may wake the king: he hath slept long.

CORDELIA Be governed by your knowledge, and proceed

I’th’sway of your own will. Is he arrayed 23?

Enter Lear in a chair carried by Servants

GENTLEMAN Ay, madam: in the heaviness of sleep

We put fresh garments on him.

Be by, good madam, when we do awake him:

I doubt of his temperance 27.

CORDELIA O my dear father! Restoration hang

Kisses him

Thy medicine on my lips and let this kiss

Repair those violent harms that my two sisters

Have in thy reverence 31made!

KENT Kind and dear princess!

CORDELIA Had you not been their father, these white flakes 33

Did challenge pity of 34them. Was this a face

To be opposed against the jarring winds?

Mine enemy’s dog though he had bit me

Should have stood that night against my fire,

And wast thou fain 38, poor father,

To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn 39

In short 40and musty straw? Alack, alack!

’Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once 41

Had not concluded all 42.— He wakes: speak to him.

GENTLEMAN Madam, do you: ’tis fittest.

CORDELIA How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty?

LEAR You do me wrong to take me out o’th’grave:

Thou art a soul in bliss 46, but I am bound

Upon a wheel of fire, that 47mine own tears

Do scald like molten lead.

CORDELIA Sir, do you know me?

LEAR You are a spirit, I know: where did you die?

CORDELIA Still, still, far wide 51!

GENTLEMAN He’s scarce awake: let him alone awhile.

LEAR Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight?

I am mightily abused 54. I should ev’n die with pity

To see another thus. I know not what to say.

I will not swear these are my hands. Let’s see:

I feel this pinprick. Would I were assured 57

Of my condition!

Kneels?

CORDELIA O, look upon me, sir,

And hold your hand in benediction o’er me:

You must not kneel.

Stops him from kneeling?

LEAR Pray, do not mock me:

I am a very foolish fond 63old man,

Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less,

And to deal plainly,

I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

Methinks I should know you and know this man,

Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant

What place this is, and all the skill I have

Remembers not these garments, nor I know not

Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me,

For, as I am a man, I think this lady

To be my child Cordelia.

CORDELIA And so I am, I am.

Weeps

LEAR Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray, weep not:

If you have poison for me, I will drink it.

I know you do not love me, for your sisters

Have, as I do remember, done me wrong:

You have some cause, they have not.

CORDELIA No cause, no cause.

LEAR Am I in France?

KENT In your own kingdom, sir.

LEAR Do not abuse me.

GENTLEMAN Be comforted, good madam: the great rage 84,

You see, is killed in him. Desire him to go in:

Trouble him no more till further settling 86.

CORDELIA Will’t please your highness walk?

LEAR You must bear with me. Pray you now, forget and forgive:

I am old and foolish.

Exeunt

Act 5 Scene 1

running scene 18

Enter with Drum and Colours Edmund, Regan, Gentlemen and Soldiers

To a Gentleman

EDMUND Know of the duke if his last purpose 1hold,

Or whether since he is advised by aught 2

To change the course: he’s full of alteration

And self-reproving: bring his constant pleasure 4.

[Exit Gentleman]

REGAN Our sister’s man is certainly miscarried 5.

EDMUND ’Tis to be doubted 6, madam.

REGAN Now, sweet lord,

You know the goodness I intend upon you:

Tell me but truly — but then speak the truth —