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dews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creatures of the
St. Withold footed ibrice tbe wold;
Enter Glo'fter witb a torcb.
Edg. Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole; the wall-newt, and the water-newt ; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cowdung for fallets ; swallows the old rat, and the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the Itanding pool; who is whipt from tything to tything, and stock-punish’d, and imprison'd: who hath had three suits to his back, fix fhirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear :
But mice, and rats, and sucb small geer
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Glo. Whát, hath your Grace no better company?
Edg. The Prince of darkness is a gentleman, Modo he's call’d, and Mabu.
Gló. Our flesh and blood, my Lord, is grown so vile, That it doth hate what gets it.
Edg. Tom's a-cold.
Glo. Goin with me; my duty cannot fuffer
Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher ;
Kent. My good Lord, take this offer,
What is your study ?
Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin.
Kent. Importune him to go, my Lord,
Lear. O cry you mercy, Sir :
Edg. Tom's a-cold.
Lear. With him ;
Kant. Good my Lord, sooth him ; let him take the fellow,
Edg. * Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
[Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Glo'fter's Cafle.
Enter Cornwall and Bastard, Corn. I will have revenge, ere I depart his house. Baf. How, my Lord, I may be censur'd, that na
• The fables of such a curu as that from wh'ch there I'nes are quoted being generally taken from books of Spanija Chivalry, it isprei able the word stood chere Infante Orle no lo 'or which the trans. Jator ignorantly fui Child Rowland, whereas Infante incant a Prince, one of the King's sons.
ture thus gives way to loyalty ; something fears me to think of.
Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether your bro. ther's evil disposition made him seek his death: but a pro. voked spirit set a-work by a reprovable badness in bim.
Baft. How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent to be juft! this is the letter which he spoke of ; which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France. Oh heav'ns ! that this treason were not; or not I the detector !
Corn. Go with me to the Dutchess.
Baft. If the matter of this paper be certain, you have mighty bufiness in hand.
Corn. True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Glofter: seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our apprehension.
Bafi. If I find him comforting the King, it will itu.F his fufpicion more fully.[ Afide.] I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be fore between that and my blood.
(Aloud, Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love,
[Exèunt, SCENE IX. A Chamber in a Farm-bouse.
Enter Kent and Glo'fter. 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.
[Exit, Kent. All the pow'r 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. 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 fon :
Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits
Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.
Fool. He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, the health of a horse, the love of a boy, or the oath of a whore.
Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign 'em strait.
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.
Lear. I'll see their tryal, bring me in the evidence,
Fool. Come hither, Mistress, is your name Gonerill ?
Lear. And here's another whose warpt looks proclaim
Edg. 'Bless thy five wits !
Kent. O pity ! Sir, where is the patience now,
Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much,
Edg. Tom will throw his head at them; avaunt, you curs !
breeds about her heart Is there any cause in nature that to makes these hard hearts? You, Sir, I entertain for one of
my hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your gar.
Lear, Make no noise, make no noise, draw the curtains :
Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.
SCENE X. : Glo'fter's Cafle.
Corn. Poft (peedily to my Lord your husband, shew him this letter, the army of France is landed; seek out the trai. tor Glo'fter.
Reg. Hang him inftantly.
Corn. Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our fifter company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traiterous father are not fit for your beholding. Advise the Duke, where you are going, to a moft feftinate preparation : we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewel, dear lifter ; farewel, my Lord of Glo'fter,
Enter Steward. How now ? where's the King ?
Stew. My Lord of Glo'fer hath convey'd him hence, Ef Soms five or fix and thirty of his Knights,