Oldal 88 [88]
OCR
SHAKESPEARE’S ART OF POESY IN KING LEAR Stand in assured losse. Take vp, take vp, / the King And follow me, that will to some prouision Giue thee quicke conduct. KENT. Oppressed nature sleepes, This rest might yet haue balmed thy broken sinews, Which if conuenience will not alow stand in hard cure, Come helpe to beare thy maister, thou must not stay behind. GLo. Come, come, away. Exit. Exeunt. Epc. When we our betters see bearing our woes: we scarcely Thinke, our miseries, our foes. Who alone suffers suffers, most it’h mind, Leauing free things and happy showes behind, But then the mind much sufferance doth or’e scip, When griefe hath mates, and bearing fellowship: How light and portable my paine seemes now, When that which makes me bend makes the king bow. He childed as I fathered, Tom, away, Marke the high noyses and thy selfe bewray, When false opinion whose wrong thoughts defiles thee, In thy iust proofe repeals and reconciles thee, What will hap more to night, safe scape the King, Lurke, lurke. +86 +
