| ACT V SCENE III | The British camp near Dover. | |
| | Enter, in conquest, with drum and colours, EDMUND,KING LEAR and CORDELIA, prisoners; Captain,Soldiers, &c | |
| EDMUND | Some officers take them away: good guard, | |
| | Until their greater pleasures first be known | |
| | That are to censure them. | |
| CORDELIA | We are not the first | 5 |
| | Who, with best meaning, have incurr'd the worst. | |
| | For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down; | |
| | Myself could else out-frown false fortune's frown. | |
| | Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters? | |
| KING LEAR | No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: | 10 |
| | We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: | |
| | When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, | |
| | And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, | |
| | And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh | |
| | At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues | 15 |
| | Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, | |
| | Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; | |
| | And take upon's the mystery of things, | |
| | As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, | |
| | In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, | 20 |
| | That ebb and flow by the moon. | |
| EDMUND | Take them away. | |
| KING LEAR | Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, | |
| | The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught thee? | |
| | He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven, | 25 |
| | And fire us hence like foxes. Wipe thine eyes; | |
| | The good-years shall devour them, flesh and fell, | |
| | Ere they shall make us weep: we'll see 'em starve | |
| | first. Come. | |
| | Exeunt KING LEAR and CORDELIA, guarded | |
| EDMUND | Come hither, captain; hark. | 30 |
| | Take thou this note; | |
| | Giving a paper | |
| | go follow them to prison: | |
| | One step I have advanced thee; if thou dost | |
| | As this instructs thee, thou dost make thy way | |
| | To noble fortunes: know thou this, that men | 35 |
| | Are as the time is: to be tender-minded | |
| | Does not become a sword: thy great employment | |
| | Will not bear question; either say thou'lt do 't, | |
| | Or thrive by other means. | |
| Captain | I'll do 't, my lord. | 40 |
| EDMUND | About it; and write happy when thou hast done. | |
| | Mark, I say, instantly; and carry it so | |
| | As I have set it down. | |
| Captain | I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; | |
| | If it be man's work, I'll do 't. | 45 |
| | Exit | |
| | Flourish. Enter ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, anotherCaptain, and Soldiers | |
| ALBANY | Sir, you have shown to-day your valiant strain, | |
| | And fortune led you well: you have the captives | |
| | That were the opposites of this day's strife: | |
| | We do require them of you, so to use them | |
| | As we shall find their merits and our safety | 50 |
| | May equally determine. | |
| EDMUND | Sir, I thought it fit | |
| | To send the old and miserable king | |
| | To some retention and appointed guard; | |
| | Whose age has charms in it, whose title more, | 55 |
| | To pluck the common bosom on his side, | |
| | An turn our impress'd lances in our eyes | |
| | Which do command them. With him I sent the queen; | |
| | My reason all the same; and they are ready | |
| | To-morrow, or at further space, to appear | 60 |
| | Where you shall hold your session. At this time | |
| | We sweat and bleed: the friend hath lost his friend; | |
| | And the best quarrels, in the heat, are cursed | |
| | By those that feel their sharpness: | |
| | The question of Cordelia and her father | 65 |
| | Requires a fitter place. | |
| ALBANY | Sir, by your patience, | |
| | I hold you but a subject of this war, | |
| | Not as a brother. | |
| REGAN | That's as we list to grace him. | 70 |
| | Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded, | |
| | Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers; | |
| | Bore the commission of my place and person; | |
| | The which immediacy may well stand up, | |
| | And call itself your brother. | 75 |
| GONERIL | Not so hot: | |
| | In his own grace he doth exalt himself, | |
| | More than in your addition. | |
| REGAN | In my rights, | |
| | By me invested, he compeers the best. | 80 |
| GONERIL | That were the most, if he should husband you. | |
| REGAN | Jesters do oft prove prophets. | |
| GONERIL | Holla, holla! | |
| | That eye that told you so look'd but a-squint. | |
| REGAN | Lady, I am not well; else I should answer | 85 |
| | From a full-flowing stomach. General, | |
| | Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony; | |
| | Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine: | |
| | Witness the world, that I create thee here | |
| | My lord and master. | 90 |
| GONERIL | Mean you to enjoy him? | |
| ALBANY | The let-alone lies not in your good will. | |
| EDMUND | Nor in thine, lord. | |
| ALBANY | Half-blooded fellow, yes. | |
| REGAN | To EDMUND | |
| ALBANY | Stay yet; hear reason. Edmund, I arrest thee | 95 |
| | On capital treason; and, in thine attaint, | |
| | This gilded serpent | |
| | Pointing to Goneril | |
| | For your claim, fair sister, | |
| | I bar it in the interest of my wife: | |
| | 'Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord, | 100 |
| | And I, her husband, contradict your bans. | |
| | If you will marry, make your loves to me, | |
| | My lady is bespoke. | |
| GONERIL | An interlude! | |
| ALBANY | Thou art arm'd, Gloucester: let the trumpet sound: | 105 |
| | If none appear to prove upon thy head | |
| | Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons, | |
| | There is my pledge; | |
| | Throwing down a glove | |
| | I'll prove it on thy heart, | |
| | Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less | 110 |
| | Than I have here proclaim'd thee. | |
| REGAN | Sick, O, sick! | |
| GONERIL | Aside | |
| EDMUND | There's my exchange: | |
| | Throwing down a glove | |
| | what in the world he is | |
| | That names me traitor, villain-like he lies: | 115 |
| | 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! | 120 |
| 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. | 125 |
| | 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 | |
| | the lists of the army will maintain upon Edmund, | |
| | supposed Earl of Gloucester, that he is a manifold | 130 |
| | 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! | 135 |
| | Third trumpet | |
| | Trumpet answers within | |
| | Enter EDGAR, at the third sound, armed, with atrumpet 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? | 140 |
| 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? | 145 |
| 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. | 150 |
| | 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; | 155 |
| | 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,' | 160 |
| | 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, | 165 |
| | 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; | 170 |
| | 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: | 175 |
| | 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: | 180 |
| | 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! | 185 |
| | 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: | 190 |
| | '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; | 195 |
| | 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 | 200 |
| | 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: | 205 |
| | 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? | 210 |
| 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 | 215 |
| | 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, | 220 |
| | 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 | 225 |
| | 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, | 230 |
| | 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. | 235 |
| 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, | 240 |
| | 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; | 245 |
| | 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. | 250 |
| 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! | 255 |
| 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! | 260 |
| 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. | 265 |
| 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? | 270 |
| | 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? | 275 |
| 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: | 280 |
| | 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, | 285 |
| | 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 | 290 |
| | 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 | 295 |
| | 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: | 300 |
| | 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, | 305 |
| | 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, | 310 |
| | It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows | |
| | That ever I have felt. | |
| KENT | Kneeling | |
| KING LEAR | Prithee, away. | |
| EDGAR | 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. | |
| KING LEAR | A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! | 315 |
| | I might have saved her; now she's gone for ever! | |
| | Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! | |
| | What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft, | |
| | Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman. | |
| | I kill'd the slave that was a-hanging thee. | 320 |
| Captain | 'Tis true, my lords, he did. | |
| KING LEAR | Did I not, fellow? | |
| | I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion | |
| | I would have made them skip: I am old now, | |
| | And these same crosses spoil me. Who are you? | 325 |
| | Mine eyes are not o' the best: I'll tell you straight. | |
| KENT | If fortune brag of two she loved and hated, | |
| | One of them we behold. | |
| KING LEAR | This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent? | |
| KENT | The same, | 330 |
| | Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius? | |
| KING LEAR | He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; | |
| | He'll strike, and quickly too: he's dead and rotten. | |
| KENT | No, my good lord; I am the very man,-- | |
| KING LEAR | I'll see that straight. | 335 |
| KENT | That, from your first of difference and decay, | |
| | Have follow'd your sad steps. | |
| KING LEAR | You are welcome hither. | |
| KENT | Nor no man else: all's cheerless, dark, and deadly. | |
| | Your eldest daughters have fordone them selves, | 340 |
| | And desperately are dead. | |
| KING LEAR | Ay, so I think. | |
| ALBANY | He knows not what he says: and vain it is | |
| | That we present us to him. | |
| EDGAR | Very bootless. | 345 |
| | Enter a Captain | |
| Captain | Edmund is dead, my lord. | |
| ALBANY | That's but a trifle here. | |
| | You lords and noble friends, know our intent. | |
| | What comfort to this great decay may come | |
| | Shall be applied: for us we will resign, | 350 |
| | During the life of this old majesty, | |
| | To him our absolute power: | |
| | To EDGAR and KENT | |
| | you, to your rights: | |
| | With boot, and such addition as your honours | |
| | Have more than merited. All friends shall taste | 355 |
| | The wages of their virtue, and all foes | |
| | The cup of their deservings. O, see, see! | |
| KING LEAR | And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! | |
| | Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, | |
| | And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, | 360 |
| | Never, never, never, never, never! | |
| | Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir. | |
| | Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips, | |
| | Look there, look there! | |
| | Dies | |
| EDGAR | He faints! My lord, my lord! | 365 |
| KENT | Break, heart; I prithee, break! | |
| EDGAR | Look up, my lord. | |
| KENT | Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much | |
| | That would upon the rack of this tough world | |
| | Stretch him out longer. | 370 |
| EDGAR | He is gone, indeed. | |
| KENT | The wonder is, he hath endured so long: | |
| | He but usurp'd his life. | |
| ALBANY | Bear them from hence. Our present business | |
| | Is general woe. | 375 |
| | To KENT and EDGAR | |
| | Friends of my soul, you twain | |
| | Rule in this realm, and the gored state sustain. | |
| KENT | I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; | |
| | My master calls me, I must not say no. | |
| ALBANY | The weight of this sad time we must obey; | 380 |
| | Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. | |
| | The oldest hath borne most: we that are young | |
| | Shall never see so much, nor live so long. | |
| | Exeunt, with a dead march | |