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,
You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons,
I am cut to th' brains.

Gent.
You shall have any thing.

Lear.
No seconds? all my self?
Why this would make a man, a man of salt;
To use his eyes for garden-water-pots,
And laying autumn's dust. 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. Come, an you get it,
You shall get it by running: sa, sa, sa, sa. [Exit.

Gent.
A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch,
Past speaking of in a King. Thou hast a 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 ought, Sir, of a battel 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,

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

Glo.
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.

Glo.
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.

Glo.
Hearty thanks;
The bounty and the benizon of heav'n to boot.

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