King Lear

I am cut to the brains.

Gent.
You shall have anything.

Lear.
No seconds? all myself?
Why, this would make a man a man of salt,
To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Ay, and for laying Autumn's dust.

Gent.
Good sir,--

Lear.
I will die bravely, like a smug bridegroom. What!
I will be jovial: come, come, I am a king,
My masters, know you that.

Gent.
You are a royal one, and we obey you.

Lear.
Then there's life in't. Nay, an you get it, you shall get it
by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa!

[Exit running. Attendants follow.]

Gent.
A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch,
Past speaking of in a king!--Thou hast one daughter
Who redeems nature from the general curse
Which twain have brought her to.

Edg.
Hail, gentle sir.

Gent.
Sir, speed you. What's your will?

Edg.
Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward?

Gent.
Most sure and vulgar: every one hears that
Which can distinguish sound.

Edg.
But, by your favour,
How near's the other army?

Gent.
Near and on speedy foot; the main descry
Stands on the hourly thought.

Edg.
I thank you sir: that's all.

Gent.
Though that the queen on special cause is here,
Her army is mov'd on.

Edg.
I thank you, sir.

[Exit Gentleman.]

Glou.
You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please!

Edg.
Well pray you, father.

Glou.
Now, good sir, what are you?

Edg.
A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows;
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand,
I'll lead you to some biding.

Glou.
Hearty thanks:
The bounty and the benison of heaven
To boot, and boot!

[Enter Oswald.]

Osw.
A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!
That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh
To raise my fortunes.--Thou old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember:--the sword is out
That must destroy thee.

Glou.
Now let thy friendly hand