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dews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creatures of the

St. Withold footed ibrice tbe wold;
He met the night-mare, and ber nine-fold,
Bid ber alight, and ber treth plight,
And aroynt thee, witcb, aroynt

Kent. How fares your Grace ?


Enter Glo'fter witb a torcb.
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 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.
Beware my follower. Peace, Smulkin, peace, thou fiend!

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
T' obey in all your daughters hard commands :
Though their injunction be to bár 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 are ready.

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

Kent. My good Lord, take this offer,
Go into th' house.
Lear, I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban :


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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 to go, my Lord,
His wits begin t' unsettle.
Glo. Canst thou blame him?

Storm fill.
His daughters seek his death : ah, that good Kent !
He said it would be thus ; poor banish'd man!
Thou say'st the King grows mad ; I'll tell thee, friend,
I'm almoft mad my self; I had a son,
Now out-law'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.

Edg. 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 ftill with my philosopher.

Kant. 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 Atbenian.
Glo. No words, no words, hush.

Edg. * Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still, fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.

[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 :
For he's a yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him.

Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits
Come hizzing in upon 'em,


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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.
Come, Gt thou here, most learned justicer. (To tbe Fool.
Thou (apient Sir, fit here-now, ye lhe foxes-i To Edgar.

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,
Thou robed man of justice, take thy place,
And thou his yoke-fellow of equity,
Bench by his fide. You are of the commission,
Sit you too. Arraign her first, 'tis Gonerill.

Fool. Come hither, Mistress, is your name Gonerill ?
Lear. She can't deny it.
Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a Joint-stool.

Lear. And here's another whose warpt looks proclaim
What store her heart is made of. Stop her there.
Arms, arms, sword, fire, corruption's in the place :
False justicer, why halt 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.

Lear. The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blancb, and Sweet-beart'; see, they bark at me

Edg. Tom will throw his head at them; avaunt, you curs !
Be thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons if it bite ;
Maftiff, grey-hound, mungril grim,
Hound or spaniel, brache, or lym;
Or bob-tail tike, or trundle-tail,
Tom will make him weep and wail :
Por with throwing thus my head
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Do, de, de, de ; Seley, 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 to makes these hard hearts? You, Sir, I entertain for one of

my hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your gar.
ments. You will say they are Persian; but let them be

Re-enter Glo'fter.
Kent. Now, good my Lord, lye here, and reft a while.

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 master?
Kent. Here, Sir, but trouble him not, his wits are gones
Glo. Good friend, I pr’ythee, take him in thy arms;
I have o'er-heard a plot of death upon him :
There is a litter ready, lay him in't,
And drive tow'rd Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy mafter.
If thou shouldft dally half an hour, his life,
With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up,
And follow me, that will to some provision
Give thee quick conduct. Come, away, away. (Exeunt.

SCENE X. : Glo'fter's Cafle.
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Baftard, and Servants.

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.
Gon. Pluck out his eyes.

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,


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