. Shakespeare's tragedy of King Lear : illustrated. was heThat made the overture of thy treasons to us,Who is too good to pity thee. 90 Gloster. O my follies ! then Edgar was abusd. —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.] Howis t, my lord ? how look you ? Scene VII] King Lear 109 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.
. Shakespeare's tragedy of King Lear : illustrated. was heThat made the overture of thy treasons to us,Who is too good to pity thee. 90 Gloster. O my follies ! then Edgar was abusd. —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.] Howis t, my lord ? how look you ? Scene VII] King Lear 109 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, 100And in the end meet the old course of death,Women will all turn monsters. 2 Servant. Let s 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 Dover Cliff ACT IV Scene I. The Heath Enter Edgar Edgar. Yet better thus, and known to be contemnd,Than still contemnd and flatterd. To be worst,The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune,Stands still in esperance, lives not in lamentable change is from the best;The worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then,Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace!The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worstOwes nothing to thy blasts. — But who comes here ? no Scene I] King Lear 111 Enter Gloster, led by an Old Man My father, poorly led ? — World, world, O world ! 10But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,Life would not yield to age. Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your fathers tenant,These fourscore years. Gloster. Away, get thee away; good friend, be comforts can do me no good at all;Thee they may hurt. Old Man. You cannot see your way. Gloster. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;I stumbl
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