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Or bobtail tike, or trundle-tail; Tom will make them weep and wail: For, with throwing thus my head, Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled. Do de, de de. Sessa. Come, march to wakes and fairs, and market towns:—Poor Tom, thy horn is dry". Lear. Then let them anatomise Regan, see what breeds about her heart: Is there any cause in nature, that makes these hard hearts?—You, sir, I entertain you for one of my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments: you will say, they are Persian attire; but let them be changed. [To Edgar. Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here, and rest awhile. Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains: So, so, so : We'll go to supper i'the morning: So, so, so, Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.
Re-enter GLost ER.
Glo. Come hither, friend: Where is the king my master? Kent. Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits are gone. 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 toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master:
[Kent. Oppress'd nature sleeps:—
Thou must not stay behind. [To the Fool. Glo. - Come, come, away. [Ereunt Kent, Gloster, and the Fool, bearing off the king.
Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Who alone suffers, suffers most i'the mind; Leaving free things, and happy shows, behind: But then the mind much sufferance doth 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 bow; He childed, as I father'd l—Tom, away: Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray, When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee, In thy just proof, repeals, and reconciles thee. What will hap more to-night, safe scape the king! Lurk, lurk.] - [Erit.
A Room in Gloster's Castle.
Enter CornwALL, REGAN, Go NERIL, EDM UND, and Servants.
Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband; show him this letter:—the army of France is landed:– Seek out the villain Gloster.
[Ereunt some of the servants.
Reg. Hang him instantly.
Gon. Pluck out his eyes.
Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.—Edmund, keep you our sister company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to a most festinate preparation; we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister;—farewell, my lord of Gloster”.
How now? Where's the king?
Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him hence: Some five or six and thirty of his knights, Hot questrists after him, met him at gate; , Who, with some other of the lord's dependants, Are gone with him towards Dover; where they boast To have well-arm'd friends.
Corn. Get horses for your mistress. Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister. [Ereunt Goneril and Edmund. Corn. Edmund, farewell.—Go, seek the traitor Gloster, Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us: [Ereunt other Servants. Though well we may not pass upon his life Without the form of justice; yet our power Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men May blame, but not control. Who's there? The traitor?
Re-enter Servants, with GLost ER.
Reg. Ingrateful fox!'tis he. Corn. Bind fast his corky arms”. Glo. What mean your graces?—Good my friends, consider You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends. Corn. Bind him, I say. [Servants bind him. Reg. Hard, hard:—O filthy traitor! Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. Corn. To this chair bind him:—Villain, thou shalt find— [Regan plucks his beard. Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard. Reg. So white, and such a traitor! Glo. Naughty lady, These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host; WOL., XIII, I
With robbers' hands, my hospitable favours
Reg. And false. Corn. Where hast thou sent the king?
Glo. To Dover.
To Dover? Wast thou not charg’d at thy peril—