No Fear Shakespeare
King Lear
Get this No Fear to go!
Act 4, Scene 6, Page 8
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LEAR
If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough. Thy name is Gloucester.
Thou must be patient. We came crying hither.
Thou know’st the first time that we smell the air
We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee. Mark me.
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LEAR
If you want to cry over my bad luck, I’ll give you my eyes. I know you. Your name’s Gloucester. You have to be patient with me. I came here crying. The first time we see the world as newborns, we cry and scream. I’ll read you a sermon. Listen to this.
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GLOUCESTER
Alack, alack the day!
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GLOUCESTER
Oh, how awful!
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LEAR
When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools. This a good block.
It were a delicate stratagem to shoe
A troop of horse with felt. I’ll put ’t in proof.
And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law,
Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
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LEAR
When we’re born, we cry because we’ve arrived on the stage of life, like all the other fools. That’s a nice hat you’ve got there. How ingenious to make horseshoes out of felt. I’ll test it out. And when I’ve sneaked up on my sons-in-law, then I’ll kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
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Enter GENTLEMAN with two others | The GENTLEMAN enters with two other gentlemen. | |
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GENTLEMAN
Oh, here he is. Lay hand upon him.—Sir,
Your most dear daughter—
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GENTLEMAN
(noticing LEAR) Oh, here he is. Grab him.—Sir, your most dear daughter—
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LEAR
No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
The natural fool of fortune. Use me well.
You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons.
I am cut to th' brains.
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LEAR
What, I’m a prisoner? No rescue for me? My luck has always been bad. Treat me well. There’s a ransom. I need a doctor. My brains are injured.
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GENTLEMAN
You shall have anything.
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GENTLEMAN
You can have anything you want.
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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 laying autumn’s dust.
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LEAR
Will no one back me up? Am I all alone? That would make anyone cry enough to water his garden with his tears.
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GENTLEMAN
Good sir—
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GENTLEMAN
Good sir—
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