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OSWALD . Slave , thou hast slain me . Villain , take my purse . If ever thou wilt thrive , bury my body ; And give the letters which thou find’st about me To Edmund , Earl of Gloucester . Seek him out Upon the British party . O , untimely death ! [ Dies . ] EDGAR . I know thee well . A serviceable villain , As duteous to the vices of thy mistress As badness would desire . GLOUCESTER . What , is he dead ? EDGAR . Sit you down , father ; rest you . Let’s see these pockets ; the letters that he speaks of May be my friends . He’s dead ; I am only sorry He had no other deathsman . Let us see : Leave , gentle wax ; and , manners , blame us not . To know our enemies ’ minds , we rip their hearts , Their papers is more lawful . [ Reads . ] ‘ Let our reciprocal vows be remembered . You have many opportunities to cut him off : if your will want not , time and place will be fruitfully offered . There is nothing done if he return the conqueror : then am I the prisoner , and his bed my gaol ; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me , and supply the place for your labour . ‘ Your ( wife , so I would say ) affectionate servant , ‘ Goneril . ’ O indistinguish’d space of woman’s will ! A plot upon her virtuous husband’s life , And the exchange my brother ! Here in the sands Thee I’ll rake up , the post unsanctified Of murderous lechers : and in the mature time , With this ungracious paper strike the sight Of the death - practis’d Duke : for him ’ tis well That of thy death and business I can tell . [ Exit Edgar , dragging out the body . ] GLOUCESTER . The King is mad : how stiff is my vile sense , That I stand up , and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows ! Better I were distract : So should my thoughts be sever’d from my griefs , And woes by wrong imaginations lose The knowledge of themselves . [ A drum afar off . ] EDGAR . Give me your hand . Far off methinks I hear the beaten drum . Come , father , I’ll bestow you with a friend . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE VII . A Tent in the French Camp Lear on a bed , asleep , soft music playing ; Physician , Gentleman and others attending . Enter Cordelia and Kent . CORDELIA . O thou good Kent , how shall I live and work To match thy goodness ? My life will be too short , And every measure fail me . KENT . To be acknowledg’d , madam , is o’erpaid . All my reports go with the modest truth ; Nor more , nor clipp’d , but so . CORDELIA . Be better suited , These weeds are memories of those worser hours : I prythee put them off . KENT . Pardon , dear madam ; Yet to be known shortens my made intent . My boon I make it that you know me not Till time and I think meet . CORDELIA . Then be’t so , my good lord . [ To the Physician . ] How does the King ? PHYSICIAN . Madam , sleeps still . CORDELIA . O you kind gods , Cure this great breach in his abused nature ! The untun’d and jarring senses , O , wind up Of this child - changed father . PHYSICIAN . So please your majesty That we may wake the King : he hath slept long .
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