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King Lear, IV. vi

And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law,

Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

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 the brains.

Gent. You shall have any thing.

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.

Gent. Good sir,—

Lear. I will die bravely as a 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 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,

Past speaking of in a king! Thou hast one 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 aught, sir, of a battle toward?

Gent. Most sure and vulgar; every one hears that,

Which can distinguish sound.

 215 vulgar: common

