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Reg. And in good time you gave it.
Enter Goxeru.

Lear, Made you my guardians, my depositaries ;
If you do love old men, if your sweet sway

But kept a reservation to be follow'd Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,

With such a number. What, must I come to you Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!- With five-and-twenty, Regan? said you

so? Art not asham'd to look upon this beard ? - Reg. And speak it again, my lord ! no more with

(To Goneril. me ! O, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand? Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look wellGon. Why not by the hand, sir? How have I favour'd, offended ?

When others are more wicked ; not being the worst

, All's not offence, that indiscretion finds,

Stands in some rank of praise :--I'll go

with thee! And dotage terms so.

(To Goneril

. Lear. O, sides, you are too tough!

Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty,
Will you yet hold? - How came my man i’the stocks? And thou art twice her love.

Corn. I set him there, sir! but his own disorders Gon. Hear me, my lord !
Deserved much less advancement.

What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five, .
Lear. You! did you?

To follow in a house, where twice so many
Reg. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so! Have a command to tend you?
If, till the expiration of your month,

Reg. What need one?
You will return and sojourn with my sister, Lear. O, reason not the need: our basest beggars
Dismissing half your train, come then to me; Are in the poorest thing superfluous :
I am now from home, and out of that provision, Allow not natare more, than nature needs,
Which shall be needful for your entertainment. Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady;
Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd? If only to go warm were gorgeous,
No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose

Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st

, To wage against the enmity o'the air;

Which scarcely keeps thee warm.

· Bat, for true To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,

need,
Necessity's sharp pinch!-Return with her? You heavens, give me that patience, patience I
Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took need!
Our youngest born, I could as well be brought You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg As full of grief, as age; wretched in both!
To keep base life a-foot:- return with her? If it be you, that stir these daughters' hearts
Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter Against their father, fool me not so much
To this detested groom. (Looking on the Steward. To bear it tamely! touch me with noble anger!
Gon. At your choice, sir!

0, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Lear. I pr’ythee, daughter, do not make me mad; Stain my man's cheeks! - No, you unnatural bags,
I will not trouble thee, my child! farewell! I will have such revenges on you both,
We'll no more meet, no more see one another; That all the world shall-I will do such things --
But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter! What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be
Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh,

The terrors of the earth! You think, I'll weep;
Which I must needs call mine: thou art a boil, No, I'll not weep!
A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle,

I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee; Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it: Or ere I'll weep! -0, fool, I shall go mad!
I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,

(Exeunt Lear, Gloster, Kent, and Fool Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove: Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm. Mend, when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure;

(Storm heard at a distane. I can be patient; I can stay with Regan,

Reg. This honse I, and my hundred kvights.

Is little; the old man and his people cannot Reg. Not altogether so, sir !

Be well bestow'd.
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided

Gon. 'Tis his own blame; he hath put
For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister! Himself from rest, and must needs taste his folly:
For those that mingle reason with your passion, Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
Must be content to think you old, and so

But not one follower.
But she knows what she does.

Gon. So am I purpos'd. Leur. Is this well spoken now?

Where is my lord of Gloster ?
Reg. I dare avouch it, sir! What, fifty followers ?

Re-enter GLOSTEN.
Is it not well ? what should you need of more? Corn. Follow'd the old man forth:-heis retara'd.
Yea, or so many? sith that both charge and danger Glo. The king is in high rage.
Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one Corn. Whither is he going?
house,

Glo. He call to horse; but will I know not whither.
Should many people, under two commands,

Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads him. Hold amity ? 'tis hard; almost impossible.

self.
Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive attend- Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means 10.30

Glo. Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak
From those that she calls servants, or from mine? winds
Reg: Why not, my lord ? If then they chanc'd to Do sorely ruffle ; for many miles about

There's scarce a bush.
We could control them. If you will come to me, Reg. O, sir, to wilful men,
(For now I spy a danger,) I entreat you

The injuries, that they themselves procare,
To bring but five-and-twenty: to no more
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[Exeunt severally. Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord ! 'tis a wild night;

SCENE II. Another part of the heath. Storm My Regan counsels well: come out o'the storm!

continues. (Exeunt.

Enter LEAR and Fool.

Lear. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! Аст

blow! III.

You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout
SCENE I. - A heath. A storm is heard, with thun- Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the
der and lightning.

cocks !
Enter Kent, and a Gentlemun, meeting. You sulphurous and thonght-executing fires,
Kent. Who's here, beside foul weather ?

Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Gent. One minded like the weather, most un-singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, quietly.

Strike flat the thick rotundity o’the world!
Kent. I know you; where's the king ?

Orack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once,
Gent. Contending with the fretful element; That make ingrateful man!
Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,

Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house
Or swell the curved waters 'bove the main,

is better, than this rain-water out o'door. Good That things might change, or cease; tears his white nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing; here's hair;

a night pities neither wise men nor fools.
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Lear. Rumble thy belly-full! Spit, fire ! spont, rain!
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of: Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :
Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn

I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness,
The to-and-fro conflicting wind and rain.

I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would You owe me no subscription; why then let fall couch,

Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave,
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf

A poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man!
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he ruos,

But yet I call you servile ministers,
And bids what will take all.

That have with two pernicious daughters join'd
Kent. But who is with him?

Your high-engender'd battles, 'gainst a head
Gent. None but the fool; who labours to outjest so old and white as this. 0! 0! 'tis foul!
His heart-struck injuries.

Fool. He, that has a house to put his head in, has
Eent. Sir, I do know you;

a good head-piece.
And dare, upon the warrant of my art,
Commend a dear thing to you. There is division,

The cod-piece that will house,
Although as yet the face of it be cover'd

Before the head has any,
With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall;

The head and he shall louse;-
Who have (as who have not, that their great stars

So beggars marry many.
Thron'd and set high? ) servants who seem no less;

The man that makes his toe
Which are to France the spies and speculations

What he his heart should make,
lutelligent of our state; what hath been seen,

Shall of a corn cry woe,
Either in snuff's and packings of the dukes;

And turn his sleep to wake.
Or the hard rein which both of them have borne
Against the old kind king; or something deeper, - For there was never yet fair woman, but she
Whereof, perchance, these are but furuishings;-

made mouths in a glass.
But, true it is, from Fravce there comes a power

Enter KENT.
Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already,

Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience,
Wise in our wegligence, have secret feet

I will say nothing.
In some of our best ports, and are at point

Kent. Who's there?
To show their open bander. – Now to you! Fool. Marry, here's grace, and a cod-piece; that's
If on my credit you dare build so far

a wise man, and a fool. batt pod To make your speed to Dover, you shall find Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? things, that love night, distants Some that will thank you, making just report Love not such nights as these; the wratbful skies of how gonatural and bemadding sorrow

Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,
The king hath cause to plain.

And make them keep their caves. Since I was man,
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding;

Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
And, from some knowledge and assurance, osser Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
This ollice to you.

Remember to have heard: mao's nature cannot carry
Gent. I will talk farther with you.

The affliction, nor the fear.
Kent. No, do not!

Lear. Let the great gods,
For confirmation that I am much more,

That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,
Than my out wall, open this purse, and take Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,
Whal it contains. If you shall see Cordelia, That hast within thee uodivulged crimes,
(As fear not but you shall,) show her this ring; Unwhipp'd of justice! hide thee, thou bloody hand!
And she will tell you who your fellow is,

Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue,
That yet you do not know. Fyo on this storm! That art incestuous! Caitilf, to pieces shake,
I will go seek the king.

That ouder covert and convenient seeming
Gent. Give me your hand! Have you no more to Fast practis’d on man’s life!--- Close pent-op guilts,

Mive your concealing continents, and cry
Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet; These dreadful summoners grace. - I am a man,
That when we have found the king, (in which your More sinn'd against, than sinning.
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Some friendship will it lend you'gainst the tempest; For nature to endure.

(Storm still.
Piepose you there! while I to this hard house, Lear. Let me alone!
(More hard, than is the stone whereof 'tis rais’d; Kent. Good my lord, enter here!
Which even but now, demanding after you, Lear. Wilt break my heart?
Denied me to come in,) return, and force

Kent. I'd rather break mine own. Good my lord, Their scanted courtesy!

enter! Lear. My wits begin to turn. —

Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much, that this contenCome on, my boy! How dost, my boy? Art cold?

tious storm
Iam cold myself. - Where is this straw, my fellow? Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee;
The art of our necessities is strange,

But where the greater malady is fir’d,
That can make vile things precious. Come,your hovel! The lesser is scarce felt. Thou’dst shun a bear:
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea,
That's sorry yet for thee.

Thou’dst meet the bear i'the mouth. When the mind's
Fool. He that has a little tiny wit,

free,
With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain,-. Doth from my senses take all feeling else,

The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind
Musteinake content with his fortunes fit; Save what beats there. – Filial ingratitude!
For the rain it raineth every day.

Is it not as this month should tear this hand, Lear. True, my good boy!- Come, bring us to For lifting food to't? – But I will punish home:this hovel!

(Exeunt Lear and Kent. No, I will weep no more! - In such a night Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtezan. To shut me out! - Pour on! I will endure! I'll speak a prophecy ere I go :

In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! When priests are more in word than matter;

Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all,When brewers mar their malt with water;

o, that way madness lies; let me shun that; When nobles are their tailors' tutors;

No more of that, No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors:

Kent. Good my lord, enter here! When every case in law is right;

Lear. Pr’ythee, go in thyself! seek thine own ease! No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;

This tempest will not give me leave to ponder When slanders do not live in tongues ;

On things would hurt me more. —

- But I'll go in : Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;

In, boy! go first!—[To the Fool.) You hoaseless
When usurers tell their gold i'the field;

poverty, -
And bawds and whores do churches build;. Nay, get thee in! I'll pray! and then I'll sleep.
Then shall the realm of Albion
Come to great confusion.

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
Then comes the time, who lives to see't,

That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, That going shall be us’d with feet.

How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before From seasons such as these? 0, I have ta’ea

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Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you his time,

[Exit. Too little care of this ! Take physic

, pomp! SCENE III. – A room in Gloster's castle.

Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel!

That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
Enter GLOSTER and ED MUND.

And show the heavens more just.
Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund ! I like not this unna- Edg. [Within.] Fathom and half, fathom and ball
tural dealing. When I desired their leave that I Poor Tom!" (The Fool runs out from the horel,
might pity him, they took from me the use of mine Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit!
own house; charged me, on pain of their perpetual Help me, help me!
displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for

Kent. Give me thy hand! - Who's there? him, nor any way sustain him.

Fool. A spirit, a spirit!he says his name's poor Tom!
Edm. Most savage and annatural !
Glo. Go to! say you nothing! There is division

Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i'the

straw? between the dukes; and a worse matter than that: Come forth! I have received a letter this night; – 'tis dangerous

Enter Edgar, disguised as a madian. to the my clo- Edg. the set : these injuries the king now bears will be revengea Through the sharp Hawthorn blows the cold wine

!home: there is part of a power already footed: Humph! go to thy cold bed, and warm there we must incline to the king. I will seek him, and Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two privily relieve him: go you, and maintain talk with And art thou come to this? the duke, that my charity be not of him perceived. Edg. Who gives any thing to poor If he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed. If I die the foul fiend hath led through fire and throngh for it, as no less is threatened me, the king my old flame, through ford and whirlpool, master must be relieved. There is some strange thing quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful! Edm. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke

[Exit. and halters in his pew; set ratsbane by his porridge; Instantly know; and of that letter too.

made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me

horse over four-inched bridges,
That which my father loses; no less than all :
The younger rises, when the old doth fall. [Exit. whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking ! Do pour Tor
SCENE IV.- A part of the heath, with a hovel. could I have him now,

some charity, whom the foul fieod veses! There
Enter LEAR, Kext, and Fool.

again, and there!
Kent. Here is the place, my lord! good my lord, Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to
enter!

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Could'st thou save nothing? Did'st thou give them all ? that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend

Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been rages, eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old all shamed.

rat, and the ditch dog; drinks the green mantle of Lear. Now, all the plagues, that in the pendulous air the standing pool; who is whipped from tything to Hang fated o’er men's faults, light on thy daughters! tything, and stocked, punished, and imprisoned; Kent. He hath no daughters, sir!

who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to Lear. Death, traitor! nothing could have subdu'd his body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear, nature

But mice, and rats, and such small deer,
To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters. —

Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Is it the fashion, that discarded fathers
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh ? Beware my follower: peace, Smolkin! peace,
Judicious punishment! 'twas this flesh begot

thou fiend!
Those pelican daughters.

Glo. What, hath your grace no better company? Edg. Pillicock sat on pillicock's-hill ;

Edg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman; Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!

Modo he's called, and Mahu. Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools and Glo. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so vile, madmen.

That it doth hate what gets it.
Edg. Take heed o’the foul fiend ! Obey thy parents ! Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.
keep thy word justly! swear not! commit not with Glo. Go in with me! my duty cannot suffer
man's sworn spouse! set' not thy sweet heart on To obey in all your daughters' hard commands;
proud array! Tom's a-cold.

Though their injunction be to bar my doors,
Lear. What hast thou been ?

And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you;
Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out,
that curled my hair; wore gloves in my cap, served And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
the lust of my mistress's heart, and did the act of Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher :
darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake What is the cause of thunder ?
words, and broke them in the sweet face of Kent. Good my lord, take his offer;
heaven: one that slept in the contriving of lust, Go into the house!
and waked to do it. 'Wine loved I deeply; dice Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned The-
dearly; and in woman, out-paramoured the Turk. ban:-
False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog What is your study?
in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin.
madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes, Lear. Let me ask you one word in private.
nor the rustling of silks, betray thy poor heart to Kent. Impórtune him once more to go, my lord,
women! Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand His wits begin to unsettle.
out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and Glo. Can'st thou blame him?
defy the foul fiend !-- Still through the hawthorn His daughters seek his death. —A, that good Kent!
blows the cold wind. Says suum mun, ha no nonny, He said it would be thus. - Poor banish'd man !-
dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa! let him trot by.! Thou say'st the king grows mad; I'll tell thee, friend,

[Storm still continues. I am almost mad myself: I had a son, Lear. Why, thou were better in thy grave, than Now outlaw'd from my blood; he sought my life, to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity But lately, very late; I lov'd him, friend, of the skies. - Is man no more, than this ? Consider No father his son dearer: true to tell thee, him well! Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast

[Storm continues. ide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume ! - The grief hath craz’d my wits. What a night's this ! Ha! here's three of us are sophisticated! - Thou I do beseech your grace, art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no Lear. O, cry you mercy, more, but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thon Noble philosopher, your company! art. – Off, off, you lendings! Çome; unbutton Edg. Tom's a-cold. here!

[Tearing off his clothes. Glo. In, fellow, there, to the hovel! keep thee warm! Fool. Prythee, nuncle, be contented! this is a Lear. Come, let's in all! naughty night to swim in! - Now a little fire in a Kent. This way, my lord ! wild field were like an old lecher's heart; a small Lear. With him! spark, all the rest of his body cold. - Look, here I will keep still with my philosopher. comes a walking fire!

Kent. Good my lord, sooth him! let him take the Edg. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet : he fellow! begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he Glo. Take him you on! gives the web and the pin , squints the eye, and Kent. Sirrah, come on! go along with us! makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and Lear. Come, good Athenian! hurts the poor creature of earth.

Glo. No words, no words !

Hush!
Saint Withold footed thrice the wold;
He met the night-mare, and her nine-fold;

Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
Bid her alight,

His word was still, - Fie, fol, and fum,
And her troth plight,

I smell the blood of a British man.
And aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!

(Exeunt.

SCENE V.- A room in Gloster's castle.
Kent. How fares your grace ?

Enter CORNWALL and EDMUND,
Enter GLOSTER, with a torch.

Corn. I will have my revenge, ere I depart his house.
Lear. What's he?

Edm. How, my lord, I may be censured, that Kent. Who's there? What is't you seek? nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears Glo. What are you there? Your names ?

me to think of. Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether your toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water ; brother's evil disposition made him seek his death ;

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but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reproveable Lear. Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril

. I here takemy badness in himself.

oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I must the poor king her father. repent to be just! This is the letter he spoke of, Fool. Come hither, mistress! Is your name Goneril? which approves him an intelligent party to the ad- Lear. She cannot deny it. vantages of France. O heavens! that this treason Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool, were not, or not I the detector!

Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd looks Corn. Go with me to the dutchess !

proclaim Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, you What store her heart is made of. - Stop her there! have mighty business in hand.

arms arms, sword, fire! - Corruption in the plax! Corn. True, or false, it hath made thee earl of False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape? Gloster. Seck out where thy father is, that he may Edg. Bless thy five wits! be ready for our apprehension.

Kent. O pity! — Sir, where is the patience dor, Edm. (Aside.] if I find him comforting the king, That you'so oft have boasted to retain ? it will stuff his suspicion more fully. – I will per-| Edg: My tears begin to take his part 60 much

, severe in my course of loyalty, though the conflictj'They'll mar my counterfeiting. be sore between that and my blood.

Lear. The little dogs and all, Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me! find a dearer father in my love.

[Exeunt. Edg. Tom will throw his head at them :

Avaunt, you curs ! SCENE VI. 4 chamber in a furm-house, adjoining the east

Be thy mouth or black or white, Enter Gloster, LEAK, Kent, Fool, and EDGAR.

Tooth that poisons, if it bite; Glo. Here is better than the open air; take it

Mastiff, grey-bound, mongrel grim, thankfully: I will piece out the comfort with what

Hound, or spaniel, brach, or lym; addition I can: I will not be long from you.

Or bobtail tike, or trundle-tail; Kent. All the power of his wits has given way to

Tom will make them weep and trail: his impatience. — The gods reward your kindness!

For, with throwing thus my head, (Exit Gloster.

Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled. Edg. Frateretto calls me; and tells me, Nero is an Do de, de de, Sessa! Come, march to wakes and angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and fairs, and market-towns. — Poor Tom, thy horu beware the foul fiend.

is dry! Fool. Pr’ythec, nuncle, tell me, whether a madman Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan, be a gentleman, or a yeoman?

breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature, Lear. A king, a king !

that makes these hard hearts? Yon, sir, I entertain Fool. No; he's a yeoman, that has a gentleman to you for one of my hundred; only

, I do not like this his son: for he's a mad yeoman, that sees his son a fashion of your garments : you will say, they are per gentleman before him.

sian attire; but let them be changed. Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits) Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here, and rest awhite Come hizzing in upon them:

Leur. Make no noise, make no noise! draw the curEdg. The foul fiend bites my

back.

tains! So, so so. We'll go to supper i'the morning. Fool, He's mad, that trusts in the tameness of a So, so, so. wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath. Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon. Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign them straight.

Re-enter GLOSTFB. Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer!

Glo. Come hither, friend! Where is the king aj [To Edgar.

master? Thon, sapient sir, sit here! [To the Pool.] - Now; Kent. Here, sir! but trouble him not, his wits are you she foxes!

gone. Edg. Look, where he stands and glares !

Glo: Good friend, I pr’ythee, take him in ths artus ;
Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam?

I have o'er-heard a plot of death upon him ;
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me! There is a litter ready; lay him in't,
Fool. Her boat hath a leak,
And she must not speak

And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt

meet Edg. The foul fiend haunts peor Fon in the voice ,

to . Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master: of a nightingale

. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
two white herrings. Croak not, black angel! Thave Stand in assured loss. Take np, take on
no food for thee!

And follow me, that will to some provision
Kent. How do yon, sir? Stand you not so amaz’d: Give thee quick conduct.
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions ? Kent. Oppress'd nature sleeps:-
Lear. I'll see their trial first. Bring in the evi- This rest might yet bave balm'd thy broken sendes.

dence!
Thou robed man of justice, take thy place!

Which, if convenience will not allow,

Stand in hard cure.

(To Edgar. master;
And thon, his yoke-fellow of equity, [To the tool. Thou must not stay behind !
Bench by his side! – You are of the commission, Glo. Come, come, away!
Sit you too !

(To Kent. Edg. Let us deal justly!

of the king
Sleepest, or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
Thy sheep be in the corn;

Edg. When we our betters see bearing
And for one blast of thy miniken mouth,

We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Thy sheep shall take no harm.

Who alone sufiers, suffers most i'the mind;

what

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Corn. Edmund, f

Gloster,
Pinion him like at

Though well we ne Without the form Shall do a courtes May blame, but no traitor?

Re-enter
Reg. Ingrateful fe
Corn. Bind fast hi
Glo. What mean

consider
You are my guests
Corn. Bind him,
Reg. Hard, hard!
Glo. Uomerciful
Com. To this cha

find
Glo. By the kind
To pluck me by th

Reg. So white, Glo. Naughty lac These hairs, which Will quicken, and With robbers' har

Come, help to bear ths

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[Exeunt Kent, Gloster, and the Fool, bearin;

You should not ru
Corn. Come, sir,

France?
Reg. Be simple-