. Shakespeare's tragedy of King Lear. lst on him that hates thee; it was heThat made the overture of thy treasons to us,Who is too good to pity thee. Gloster. O my follies ! then Edgar was abusd.— 90 Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Regan. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smellHis way to Dover.—[Exit one with Gloster.~\ How is t mylord ? how look you ? Cornwall. I have receivd a hurt; follow me, lady.—Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slaveUpon the dunghill.—Regan, I bleed apace;Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm. [Exit Cornwall, led by Regan. 2 Servant. I 11
. Shakespeare's tragedy of King Lear. lst on him that hates thee; it was heThat made the overture of thy treasons to us,Who is too good to pity thee. Gloster. O my follies ! then Edgar was abusd.— 90 Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Regan. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smellHis way to Dover.—[Exit one with Gloster.~\ How is t mylord ? how look you ? Cornwall. I have receivd a hurt; follow me, lady.—Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slaveUpon the dunghill.—Regan, I bleed apace;Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm. [Exit Cornwall, led by Regan. 2 Servant. I 11 never care what wickedness I do,If this man come to good. 3 Servant. If she live long, And in the end meet the old course of death, 100 Women will all turn monsters. 2 Servant. Lets follow the old earl, and get the BedlamTo lead him where he would; his roguish madnessAllows itself to any thing. 3 Servant. Go thou. I 11 fetch some flax and. whites of eggsTo apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him ! [Exeunt H
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