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to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher's heart, a small spark, and all the rest on's body cold. Look, here comes a walking fire.

Edg. This is the foul Flibbertigibbet; he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock. He gives the web and the'pin, squints the eye, and makes the hair-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of the earth.

Saint Withold footed thrice the Wold;
He met the night-mare, and her nine fold,
Bid ber alight, and her froth plighi,

And aroynt thee, witch, aroynt thee.
Kent. How fares

your

Grace?

Enter Gloster with a torch
Lear. What's he?
Kent. Who's there? What is't

you

seek? Glo. What are you there? Your names?

Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water-newt; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for fallads, swallows the old rat and the ditch dog, drinks the

green inantle of the standing pool; who is whipt from tything to tything, and tock’d, punish'd, and imprison'd; who hath had three suits to his back, fix shirts to his body;

Horje to ride, and weapon to wear ;
But inice, and rais, and such small deer,

Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Beware my follower. Peace, Smolkin, peace thou fiend !
Glo. What! hath

your

Grace no better company? Edg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman; Mohu he's called, and Mahu. Gle. Our fleth and blood, my Lord, is

grown

fo vile, That it doth hate what gets

it.
Edg. Tom's a-cold.

Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer
To obey in all your daughters hard commands:
Though their injunétiua be to bar my doors,
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,
Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out,
And bring you where both fire and food is ready.

Loar,

Lear. First, let me talk with this philosopher. -What is the cause of thunder ?

Kent. My good Lord, take his offer. Go into th’ house.

Lear. I'll talk a word with this fame learned Theban.
- What is your study?
Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin.
Lear. Let us ask you one word in private.

Kent, Importune him once more to go, my Lord,
His wits begin ť unsettle.
Glo. Canst thou blame him?

[Storm fill.
His daughters seek his death. Ah, that good Kent !
He said it would be thuspoor banilh'd man !
Thou say'st the King grows mad : I'll tell thee, friend,
I'm almoft mad myself: I had a son,
Now outlaw'd from

my

blood; he fought my life But lately, very late; I lov'd him, friend, No father his son dearer. True to tell thee, The grief hath craz'd my wits. · What a night's this ? I do beseech

your

Grace
Lear. O, cry you mercy, Sir,
Noble philosopher, your company.

Eug. Tom's a cold.
Glo. In, fellow, into th' hovel; keep thee warm.
Lear. Come, let's in all.
Kent. This way, my Lord.
Lear. With him;
I will keep still with my philosopher.
: Kent. Good my Lord, sooth him; let him take the fellow.

Glo. Take him you on.
Kent. Sirrah, come on ; along with us.
Lear. Come, good Athenian.
Glo. No words, no words, huh!

Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still, fy, foh and fum,
I finell the blood of a British inan.

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No. XXV.-KING LEAR. Act III. Scene VI. A Chamber in a Farm Houses

Enter Kent and Glo'ster.

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.

[Exit. Kent. All the power of his wits has given way to his impatience. The gods reward your kindness!

Enter Lear, Edgar, and Fool. Edg. Fraterreto calls me, and tells me, Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.

Fool. Prythee, nuncle, tell me, whether a madman be a gentleman or a yeoman.

Lear. A King, a King!

Fool. No, he's a yeoinan, that has a gentleman to his son : for he's a mad yeoman, that sees his son a gentleman before him.

Liar. To have a thousand with red burning spits
Come hizzing in upon 'em witam
Eig. The foul fiend bites

my

back. Fočl. He's mad that trusts in the timeness of a wolf, á horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

Lear. It shall be done ; I will arraign them straight.
Come, fit thou here, most learned justicer;
Thou fapient Sir, fit here----Now, ye the-foxes !---

Edg. Look, where she Itands and glare,! Wantert thou eyes ? At trial, Madam.

Come o'er the broom, Bilj, to me.
Fool. Her boat hath a leak, and fhe must not speak;

Why, the dares not come over to thee. Eds. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries ia 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 reft upon the cushions ?

P

Lean

Lear. I'll see theit trial first; bring me in the evidence. Thou robed man of justice, take thy place ; And thou his yoke-fellow of equity, Bench by his side. You are o' th commission, sit you too. Edg. Let us deal justiy.

Sleepest, or wakest thou, jolly shepherd ?

Thy sheep be in the corn ;

And for one blaft of thy minikin mouth, !

Thy sheep shall take no harın. Purre, the cat, is grey..

Lear. Arraign her firit ; 'tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honourable affembly, the kicked the poor King her father.

Fool. Corne hither, mistress; is your name Goneril?
Lear. She carnoi deny it.
Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.

Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim
What store her heart is made of. Stop her there !
Arms! arms! sword! fire-Corruption in the place!
False justicer, why hast thou let her’scape ?

Edg. Bless thy five wits !

Kent. O pity! Sir, where is the patience now, That you so oft have boasted to retain ?

Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much, They mar my counterfeiting.

[-Afide.
Lear. The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetbeart, see, they bark at me.
Èdg. Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs!

Be thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, greyhound, mungril grim,
Hound or spaniel, brache, or lym
Or bobt :il tike, or trundle-tail,
Tom will make him weep and wail:
For, with throwing thus my head,

Dogs leap the hatch, and are all fed.
Do de, de de. Sabey, 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 ? - You, Sir, I entertain for one of my

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hundred: only I do not like the fashion of your garments. You will say, they are Persian; but let them be changed.

Re-enter Glo'fter.
Kent. Now, good. my Lord, lie here and rest awhile.

Lear. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the curtains. So, so, we'll go to supper i' th' morning.

Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.
Glo. Come hither, friend. Where is the King, my

matter?
Kent. Here, Sir; but trouble him not; his wits are gone.
Glo. Good friend, I prøythee, take him in thy arnys.
I have o'erheard a plot of death upon

him. There is a litter ready; lay him in 't, And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet Both welcome and protection. Take up thy mater, If thou should dally half an hour, his life, With thine, and all that offer to defend him,

Stand in assured lofs. Take up, take up, ? And follow me, that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct.

Kent. Oppressed nature sleeps. This reft might yet have balm'd thy broken senses, Which, if conveniency will not allow, Stand in hard cure. Come, help to bear thy master; Thou must not stay behind. Glo. Come, come, away! (Exeunt, bearing off the King.

Manent Edgar. Edg, When we our betters fee bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Who alone fuffers, suffers moft i' th’ mind; Leaving free things and happy shows behind : But then the mind much suf'rance does.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 bows 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 juft proof repeals, and reconciles thee,

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[To Fool.

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