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No father his son dearer: true to tell thee,
0, cry you mercy, Noble philosopher, your company.
Edg. Tom's a-cold.
This way, my lord.
Kent. Good, my lord, sooth him; let himn take the
No words, no words:
I smell the blood of a British man. [Exeunt.
SCENE V. A Room in GLOSTER's Castle.
Enter CORNWALL and EDMUND.
Edm. How, my lord, I may be censured, that nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears me to think of.
Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition made him seek his death; but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reproveable badness in himself.
Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent to be just! This is the letter he spoke of, which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France. O heavens! that this treason were not, or not I the detector!
Corn. Go with me to the duchess.
Edm. If the matter of this paper be cerlain, you have mighty business in hand.
Corn. True, or false, it hath made thee earl of Glos
ter. Seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our apprehension,
Edm. [Aside] If I find him comforting the king, it will stuff his suspicion more fully. I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that and my blood.
Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI. A Chamber in a Farm-house adjoining the Castle. Enter Gloster, LEAR, KENT, Fool, and EDGAR.
Glo. Here is better than the open air; take it thankfully: I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can: I will not be long from you.
Kent. All the power of his wits has given way to his impatience:—The gods reward your kindness!
[Exit Gloster. Edg. Frateretto calls me; and tells me, Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.
Fool. Pr’ythee, nuncle, tell me, whether a madman be a gentleman, or a yeoman?
Lear. A king, a king!
Fool. No; he's a yeoman, that has a gentleman to his son: for he's a mad yeoman, that sees his son a · gentleman before him.
Leur. To have a thousand with red burning spits Come hissing in upon them:
Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.
Fool. He's mad, that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oatb.
Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign them straight:Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer;
[To Edgar. Thou, sapient sir, sit here. [To the Fool]-Now, you
she foxes! Edg. Look, where he stands and glares !Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me: Fool. Her boat hath a leak,
An she must not speak Why she dares not come over to thee. Edg: The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly, for two white herrings. Croak not, black angel; I have no food for thee.
Kent. How do you, sir? Stand you not so amaz’d: Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?
Lear. I'll see their trial first :-Bring in the evidence.Thou robed man of justice, take thy place;
[To Edgar. And thou, bis yoke-fellow of equity,
[to the Fool.
Thy sheep be in the corn;
Thy sheep shall take no harm.
Lear. Arraign her first ; 'lis Goneril, I here take my oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the poor king her father.
Fool. Come bither, mistress; Is your name Goneril?
Edg. Bless thy five wits!
Edg: My tears begin to take his part so much,
[Aside. Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
you curs !
Edg. Tom will throw his head at them :-Avaunt,
Be thy mouth or black or white,
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled. Do de, de de. Sessa. Come, march to wakes and fairs, and market towns :-Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.
Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan; see what breeds about her heart: Is there any cause in nature, that makes these hard hearts?-Yo, sir, I entertain you for one of my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments: you will say, they are Persian attire; but let them be changed. [To Edgar.
Kent. Now, good, my lord, lie here, and rest awhile.
Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains: So, so, so: We'll go to supper i’the morning: So,
master? Kent. Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits are gone.
Glo. Good friend, I prythee take him in thy arms;
Oppress'd nature sleeps : This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses,
Which, if convenience will not allow,
[To the Fool. Glo.
Come, come, away. [Exeunt Kent, Gloster, and the Fool, bearing
of the King Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Who alone suffers, suffers most i'the mind; Leaving free things, and happy shows, beliind: But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip, When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship. How light and portable my pain seems now, When that, which makes me bend, makes the king bow; He childed, as I father'd !—Tom, away: Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray, When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee, In thy just proof, repeals, and reconciles thee. What will hap more to-night,, safe scape the king! Lurk, lurk.
[Eait. SCENE VII. A Room in GLOSTER's Castle. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and
Servants. Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband; show him this letter :--the army of France is landed :-Seek out the villain, Gloster. [Exeunt some of the Servants.
Reg. Hang him instantly.
Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.—Edmund, keep you our sister company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to a most festinate preparation; we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister ;-farewell, my lord of Gloster.
Enter STEWARD. How vow? Where's the king ?
Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him hence :