EDGAR
Sweet marjoram. KING LEAR
Pass. GLOUCESTER
I know that voice. KING LEAR
Ha! Goneril, with a white beard! They flattered me like a dog; and told me I had white hairs in my beard
ere the black ones were there. To say 'ay' and 'no' to every thing that I said!'Ay' and 'no' too was no good
divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would
not peace at my bidding; there I found 'em, there I smelt 'em out. Go to, they are not men o' their words: they
told me I was every thing; 'tis a lie, I am not ague-proof. GLOUCESTER
The trick of that voice I do well remember: Is 't not the king? KING LEAR
Ay, every inch a king: When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. What was
thy cause? Adultery? Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No: The wren goes to 't, and the small gilded
fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son Was kinder to his father
than my daughters Got 'tween the lawful sheets. To 't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers. Behold yond
simpering dame, Whose face between her forks presages snow; That minces virtue, and does shake
the head To hear of pleasure's name; The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to 't With a more riotous
appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above: But to the girdle do the gods
inherit, Beneath is all the fiends'; There's hell, there's darkness, there's the sulphurous pit, Burning, scalding,
stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie! pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my
imagination: there's money for thee. GLOUCESTER
O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR
Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. GLOUCESTER
O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world Shall so wear out to nought. Dost thou know me? KING LEAR
I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid! I'll not love.
Read thou this challenge; mark but the penning of it. GLOUCESTER
Were all the letters suns, I could not see one.
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