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 |
| Who, with best meaning, have incurr'd the worst. | 5 |
| 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: |
| We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: | 10 |
| 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 |
| Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, | 15 |
| 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, |
| That ebb and flow by the moon. | 20 |
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, |
| And fire us hence like foxes. Wipe thine eyes; | 25 |
| 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. |
| Take thou this note; | 30 |
[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 |
| Are as the time is: to be tender-minded | 35 |
| 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. |
EDMUND | About it; and write happy when thou hast done. | 40 |
| 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. |
[Exit] |
[
Flourish. Enter ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, another
Captain, and Soldiers
] |
ALBANY | Sir, you have shown to-day your valiant strain, | 45 |
| 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 |
| May equally determine. | 50 |
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, |
| To pluck the common bosom on his side, | 55 |
| 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 |
| Where you shall hold your session. At this time | 60 |
| 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 |
| Requires a fitter place. | 65 |
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. |
| Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded, | 70 |
| 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. |
GONERIL | Not so hot: | 75 |
| In his own grace he doth exalt himself, |
| More than in your addition. |
REGAN | In my rights, |
| By me invested, he compeers the best. |
GONERIL | That were the most, if he should husband you. | 80 |
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 |
| From a full-flowing stomach. General, | 85 |
| 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. |
GONERIL | Mean you to enjoy him? | 90 |
ALBANY | The let-alone lies not in your good will. |
EDMUND | Nor in thine, lord. |
ALBANY | Half-blooded fellow, yes. |
REGAN | [To EDMUND] Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
|
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] If not, I'll ne'er trust medicine.
|
EDMUND | There's my exchange: |
[Throwing down a glove] |
| what in the world he is | 115 |
| 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! | 120 |
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. | 125 |
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
| 130 |
| 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! | 135 |
[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? | 140 |
| 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 | 145 |
| 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, | 150 |
| 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, | 155 |
| 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 | 160 |
| 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. | 165 |
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: | 170 |
| 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! | 175 |
[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. | 180 |
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: | 185 |
| 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. | 190 |
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. | 195 |
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 | 200 |
| 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. | 205 |
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. | 210 |
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, | 215 |
| 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 | 220 |
| 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: | 225 |
| 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, | 230 |
| 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; | 235 |
| 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, | 240 |
| 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 | 245 |
| 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 | 250 |
| 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 | 255 |
| 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? | 260 |
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. | 265 |
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, | 270 |
| 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 | 275 |
| 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? | 280 |
[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. | 285 |
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. | 290 |
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. | 295 |
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. | 300 |
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; | 305 |
| 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? | 310 |
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] O my good master!
| 315 |
KING LEAR | Prithee, away. |
EDGAR | 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. |
KING LEAR | A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! |
| I might have saved her; now she's gone for ever! |
| Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! | 320 |
| 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. |
Captain | 'Tis true, my lords, he did. |
KING LEAR | Did I not, fellow? | 325 |
| 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? |
| Mine eyes are not o' the best: I'll tell you straight. |
KENT | If fortune brag of two she loved and hated, | 330 |
| One of them we behold. |
KING LEAR | This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent? |
KENT | The same, |
| Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius? |
KING LEAR | He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; | 335 |
| 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. |
KENT | That, from your first of difference and decay, |
| Have follow'd your sad steps. | 340 |
KING LEAR | You are welcome hither. |
KENT | Nor no man else: all's cheerless, dark, and deadly. |
| Your eldest daughters have fordone them selves, |
| And desperately are dead. |
KING LEAR | Ay, so I think. | 345 |
ALBANY | He knows not what he says: and vain it is |
| That we present us to him. |
EDGAR | Very bootless. |
[Enter a Captain] |
Captain | Edmund is dead, my lord. |
ALBANY | That's but a trifle here. | 350 |
| You lords and noble friends, know our intent. |
| What comfort to this great decay may come |
| Shall be applied: for us we will resign, |
| During the life of this old majesty, |
| To him our absolute power: | 355 |
[To EDGAR and KENT] |
| you, to your rights: |
| With boot, and such addition as your honours |
| Have more than merited. All friends shall taste |
| The wages of their virtue, and all foes |
| The cup of their deservings. O, see, see! | 360 |
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, |
| Never, never, never, never, never! |
| Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir. | 365 |
| Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips, |
| Look there, look there! |
[Dies] |
EDGAR | He faints! My lord, my lord! |
KENT | Break, heart; I prithee, break! |
EDGAR | Look up, my lord. | 370 |
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. |
EDGAR | He is gone, indeed. |
KENT | The wonder is, he hath endured so long: | 375 |
| He but usurp'd his life. |
ALBANY | Bear them from hence. Our present business |
| Is general woe. |
[To KENT and EDGAR] |
| Friends of my soul, you twain |
| Rule in this realm, and the gored state sustain. | 380 |
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; |
| Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. |
| The oldest hath borne most: we that are young | 385 |
| Shall never see so much, nor live so long. |
[Exeunt, with a dead march] |