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Glo. Go in with me: my duty cannot suffer
Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher.-
Kent. Good my lord, take his offer.
Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin. Lear. Let me ask you one word in private. Kent. Importune him once more to go, my lord; His wits begin t' unsettle. Glo.
Canst thou blame him ? 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 inad; I'll tell thee,
friend, I'm almost mad myself: I had a son, Now outlaw'd from my blood : he sought my life, But lately, very late: true to tell thee, The grief hath craz'd my wits.- What a night's
this! I do beseech your grace,
O, cry you mercy, sir. Noble philosopher, your company.
Edg. Tom's a-cold.
This way, my lord. Lear. With him; I will keep still with my philosopher.
Kent. Good my lord, soothe him; let him take
the fellow. Glo.
Take him you on.
His word was still—Fie, foh, and fum,
[Exeunt. Storni continues.
Scene 3.-Farm House adjoining Gloster's Castle.
Enter Gloster and Kent.
[Exit GLOSTER and KENT.
Enter LEAR, EDGAR and Fool. Edg. Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, [To Fool] innocent, and beware the foul fiend.
Fool. Prithee, 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 son; for he's a mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him.
Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits Come hissing in upon ’em,
Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.
[TO EDGAR.] Come, sit thou here, most learned
O justicer; [To the Fool.] Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now,
you she foxes !
Edg. (A side.] Look, where he stands and glares (Aloud.] Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam ?
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me. Kent. How do you, sir? Stand you not so amaz'd Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions ? Lear. I'll see their trial first.—Bring in the
evidence. [To EDGAR.] Thou robèd man of justice, take thy
place;[To the Fool.] And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity, Bench by his side. [To KENT.] You are o' the
commission, Sit you too.
Edg. Let us deal justly. Pur! the cat is gray.
Lear. Arraign her first ! 'tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honourable assembly, she kick'd the poor king, her father.
Fool. Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?
Lear. She cannot deny it.
begin to take his part so much, They'll mar my counterfeiting.
Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
Edg. Tom will throw his head at them.-Avaunt, you curs !
Be thy mouth or black or white,
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Sissy, coine march to wakes,
And fairs and market towns.[Aside.] 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 ?- [TO EDGAR.) 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 attire ; but let them be chang’d.
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.
Glo. Where is the king, my master ?
are gone. Glo. Good friend, I prithee, take him in thy
arms; I have overheard a plot of death upon him :
There is a litter ready ; lay him in't,
Oppress'd nature sleeps :
(Kent and the Fool bear the King.