No Fear Shakespeare
King Lear
Get this No Fear to go!
Act 3, Scene 7, Page 6
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(plucks out GLOUCESTER’s other eye)
Where is thy luster now?
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(he gouges out GLOUCESTER’s other eye)
Where’s your sparkle now?
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GLOUCESTER
All dark and comfortless. Where’s my son Edmund?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature
To quit this horrid act.
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GLOUCESTER
Nothing but darkness and horror. Where’s my son Edmund? Edmund, let your love for me ignite your bloodlust to avenge this horrible crime!
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REGAN
Out, treacherous villain!
Thou call’st on him that hates thee. It was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us,
Who is too good to pity thee.
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REGAN
Wrong, evil traitor. You’re appealing to a son who hates you. He was the one who revealed your treason to us. He’s too good to have any compassion for you.
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GLOUCESTER
O my follies! Then Edgar was abused.
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!
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GLOUCESTER
What a fool I’ve been! This means I’ve mistreated Edgar. Dear God, forgive me. Let him be well!
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REGAN
Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover.
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REGAN
Kick him out of the gate. He can sniff his way to Dover.
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Exeunt some servants with GLOUCESTER
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Some servants exit with GLOUCESTER. |
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(to CORNWALL) How is ’t, my lord? How look you?
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(to CORNWALL) What is it, my lord? Why do you look like that?
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CORNWALL
I have received a hurt. Follow me, lady.—
Turn out that eyeless villain. Throw this slave
Upon the dunghill.—Regan, I bleed apace.
Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.
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CORNWALL
I’m wounded. Follow me, madam.—Throw the blind traitor outside. And throw this dead peasant into the manure pit.—Regan, I’m bleeding. It’s a bad time for such an injury. Give me your arm.
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Exit CORNWALL with REGAN
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CORNWALL and REGAN exit. |
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SECOND SERVANT
I’ll never care what wickedness I do,
If this man come to good.
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SECOND SERVANT
If our criminal master gets off free, I won’t care what happens to me anymore.
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THIRD SERVANT
If she live long,
And in the end meet the old course of death,
Women will all turn monsters.
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THIRD SERVANT
If she lives a long and happy life, then all women may as well turn into monsters.
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