And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law,
Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! 192
Enter a Gentleman, [with Attendants.]
Gent. O! here he is; lay hand upon him. Sir,
Your most dear daughter—
Lear. No rescue? What! a prisoner? I am even
The natural fool of fortune. Use me well; 196
You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons;
I am cut to the brains.
Gent. You shall have any thing.
Lear. No seconds? All myself?
Why this would make a man a man of salt, 200
To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Ay, and laying autumn's dust.
Gent. Good sir,—
Lear. I will die bravely as a bridegroom. What!
I will be jovial: come, come; I am a king, 204
My masters, know you that?
Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.
Lear. Then there's life in it. Nay, an you
get it, you shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa.
Exit. [Attendants follow.]
Gent. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch, 209
Past speaking of in a king! Thou hast one daughter,
Who redeems nature from the general curse
Which twain have brought her to. 212
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.
215 vulgar: common
