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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;
And aroynt thee, witch, aroynt thee.
Enter Gloster with a torch
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 ;
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
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
fo vile, That it doth hate what gets
it. Edg. Tom's a-cold.
Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer
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.
Kent, Importune him once more to go, my Lord,
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
Eug. Tom's a cold.
Glo. Take him you on.
Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
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
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.
Edg. Look, where she Itands and glare,! Wantert thou eyes ? At trial, Madam.
Come o'er the broom, Bilj, to me.
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 ?
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. And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim
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.
Be thy mouth or black or white,
Dogs leap the hatch, and are all fed.
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
hundred: only I do not like the fashion of your garments. You will say, they are Persian; but let them be changed.
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.
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,