Nahum Tate

“ Heark, Sir, not as you hold our Husbands pleasure [To the Captain aside.]
But as you hold your Life, dispatch your Pris'ners. Our Empire can have no sure Settlement But in their Death, the Earth that covers them Binds fast our Throne. Let me hear they are Dead. ”

“ Edmund (but that 's a Triflle) is expir'd; What more will touch you, your imperious Daughters Gonerill and haughty Regan, both are Dead, Each by the other poison'd at a Banquet; This, Dying, they confest. Cord.
O fatal Period of ill-govern'd Life! Lear.
Ingratefull as they were, my Heart feels yet A Pang of Nature for their wretched Fall; — But, Edgar, I defer thy Joys too long: Thou serv'dst distrest Cordelia; take her Crown'd: Th' imperial Grace fresh Blooming on her Brow; Nay, Gloster, Thou hast here a Father's Right; Thy helping Hand t' heap Blessings on their Head. Kent. ”

“ The Pride of Nature Dies. Gon.
Away, the minutes are too precious, Disturb us not with thy impertinent Sorrow. Reg.
Art Thou my Rival then profest? Gon.
Why, was our Love a Secret? cou'd there be Beauty like Mine, and Gallantry like His And not a mutual Love? just Nature then Had err'd: behold that Copy of Perfection, That Youth whose Story will have no foul Page But where it says he stoopt to Regan's Arms: Which yet was but Compliance, not Affection; A Charity to begging, ruin'd Beauty! Reg.
Who begg'd when Gonerill writ That? expose it [Throws her a Letter.] ”

“ Thou, Kent, didst head the Troops that fought my Battel, Expos'd thy Life and Fortunes for a Master That had (as I remember) banisht Thee. Kent.
Pardon me, Sir, that once I broke your Orders, Banisht by you, I kept me here disguis'd To watch your Fortunes, and protect your Person, You know you entertain'd a rough blunt Fellow, One Cajus, and you thought he did you Service. Lear. ”

“ Upon such Sacrifices The Gods themselves throw Incense. Lear.
Have I caught ye? He that parts us must bring a Brand from Heav'n. Together we'll out-toil the spight of Hell, And Die the Wonders of the World; Away. [Exeunt, guarded.]
[Flourish: Enter before the Tents, Albany, Gonerill, Regan, Guards and Attendants; Gonerill speaking apart to the Captain of the Guards entring.]
Gon.
Here's Gold for Thee, Thou knowst our late Command Upon your Pris'ners Lives, about it streight, and at Our Ev'ning Banquet let it raise our Mirth To hear that They are Dead. Capt. ”