Election Day is November 3rd! Make sure your voice is heard
No Fear Act 4 Scene 6
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LEAR

165If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough. Thy name is Gloucester.
Thou must be patient. We came crying hither.
Thou know’st the first time that we smell the air
We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee. Mark me.

LEAR

If you want to cry over my bad luck, I’ll give you my eyes. I know you. Your name’s Gloucester. You have to be patient with me. I came here crying. The first time we see the world as newborns, we cry and scream. I’ll read you a sermon. Listen to this.

GLOUCESTER

170Alack, alack the day!

GLOUCESTER

Oh, how awful!

LEAR

When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools. This a good block.
It were a delicate stratagem to shoe
A troop of horse with felt. I’ll put ’t in proof.
175And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law,
Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

LEAR

When we’re born, we cry because we’ve arrived on the stage of life, like all the other fools. That’s a nice hat you’ve got there. How ingenious to make horseshoes out of felt. I’ll test it out. And when I’ve sneaked up on my sons-in-law, then I’ll kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
Enter GENTLEMAN with two others
The GENTLEMAN enters with two other gentlemen.

GENTLEMAN

Oh, here he is. Lay hand upon him.—Sir,
Your most dear daughter—

GENTLEMAN

(noticing LEAR) Oh, here he is. Grab him.—Sir, your most dear daughter—

LEAR

No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
180The natural fool of fortune. Use me well.
You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons.
I am cut to th' brains.

LEAR

What, I’m a prisoner? No rescue for me? My luck has always been bad. Treat me well. There’s a ransom. I need a doctor. My brains are injured.

GENTLEMAN

   You shall have anything.

GENTLEMAN

You can have anything you want.

LEAR

No seconds? All myself?
Why, this would make a man a man of salt,
185To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Ay, and laying autumn’s dust.

LEAR

Will no one back me up? Am I all alone? That would make anyone cry enough to water his garden with his tears.

GENTLEMAN

     Good sir—

GENTLEMAN

Good sir—