Nahum Tate

“ No longer cloud thee, Kent, in that Disguise, There's business for thee and of noblest weight; Our injur'd Country is at length in Arms, Urg'd by the King's inhumane Wrongs and Mine, And only want a Chief to lead 'em on. That Task be Thine. Edg.
[Aside] Brave Britains then there's Life in 't yet. Kent. Then have we one cast for our Fortune yet. Come, Princess, I'll bestow you with the King, Then on the Spur to Head these Forces. Farewell, good Gloster, to our Conduct trust. ”

“ Why were those Beauties made Another's Right Which None can prize like Me? charming Queen Take all my blooming Youth, for ever fold me In those soft Arms, Lull me in endless Sleep That I may dream of pleasures too transporting For Life to bear. ”

“ There I found 'em, there I smelt 'em out; go too, they are not men of their words, They told me I was a King, 'tis a Lie, I am not Argue proof. Glost.
That Voice I well remember, is't not the King's? Lear.
I, every Inch a King, when I do Stare See how the Subject quakes. I pardon that Man's Life, what was the Cause? Adultery? Thou shalt not Die. Die for Adultery! The Wren goes to't, and the small gilded Flie Engenders in my Sight: Let Copulation thrive, For Gloster's Bastard Son was kinder to his Father Than were my Daughters got i'th' lawfull Bed. To't Luxury, pell mell, for I lack Souldiers. ”

“ Come on, Sir, here's the Place, how fearfull And dizy 'tis to cast one's Eyes so Low. The Crows and Choughs that wing the Mid-way Air Shew scarce so big as Beetles, half way down Hangs one that gathers Sampire, dreadfull Trade! The Fisher-men that walk upon the Beach Appear like Mice, and yon tall Anch'ring Barque Seems lessen'd to her Cock, her Cock a Buoy Almost too small for Sight; the murmuring Surge Cannot be heard so high, I'll look no more Lest my Brain turn, and the disorder make me Tumble down head long. ”

“ I wou'd not take this from Report: wretched Cordelia, What will thy Vertue do when thou shalt find This fresh Affliction added to the Tale Of thy unparrallel'd Griefs. Lear.
Read. Glost.
What with this Case of eyes? Lear.
O ho! are you there with me? no Eyes in your Head, and no money in your Purse? yet you see how this World goes. Glost.
I see it Feelingly. Lear.
What? art Mad? a Man may see how this World goes with no Eyes. Look with thy Ears, see how yon Justice rails on that simple Thief; shake'em together, and the first that drops, be it Thief or Justice, is a Villain. ”

“ Thou old unhappy Traytor, The Sword is out that must Destroy thee. Glost.
Now let thy friendly Hand put Strength enough to't. Gent.
Wherefore, bold Peasant, Darst thou support a publisht Traytor, hence, Lest I destroy Thee too. Let go his Arm. Edg.
'Chill not Let go Zir, without 'vurther 'Casion. Gent.
Let go Slave, or thou Dyest. Edg.
Good Gentleman go your Gate, and let poor Volk pass, and 'Chu'd ha' bin Zwagger'd out of my Life it wou'd not a bin zo long as 'tis by a Vort-night — Nay, an' thou com'st near th' old Man, I'ce try whether your Costard or my Ballow be th' harder. Gent. ”