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Mastiff, grey-hound, mongrel grim,
Do de, de de. Sessa. 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 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 GlosTER. 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 lowards Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master : If thou should'st dally half an hour, his life,
With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
Kent. Oppress’d nature sleeps :-
[To the Fool. Glo. Come, come, away. [Exeunt 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 !—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.
SCENE VII.-A Room in GLOSTER's Castle.
Enter CORNWALL, Regan, GONERIL, EDMUND, 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.
[Exeunt 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.
Enter Steward. How now? Where's the king ?
Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him hence:
Corn. Get horses for your mistress.
[Exeunt Goveril and EDMUND. Corn. Edmund, farewell.-Go, seek the traitor Gloster,
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us :
[Exeunt 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 controul. Who's there? The traitor?
Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER. 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,
Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from France? · Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. Corn. And what confederacy have you with the
traitors Late footed in the kingdom ?
Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatick king? Speak.
Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,
Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that.
course. Reg. Wherefore to Dover ? Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister In his anointed Aesh stick boarish fangs. The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up, And quench'd the stelled fires : yet, poor old heart, He holp the heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howld that stern time, Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn the key ; All cruels else subscrib’d:—But I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. Corn. See it shalt thou never :-Fellows, hold the
chair :Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. [Gloster is held down in his Chair, while CORNWALL
plucks out one of his eyes, and sets his foot on it. Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, Give me some help:-0 cruel! O ye gods!