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King Lear, IV. vi
105

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