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, Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, Do de, de, de. Sissy, come 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. Re-enter GLOSTER. Glo. Where is the king, my master? Kent. Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits 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, And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet Both welcome and protection. Kent. Oppress'd nature sleeps: This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken sinews. [To the Fool. Thou must not stay behind. Come help to bear thy master; [KENT and the Fool bear the King. ACT IV. SCENE 1.-Before the DUKE of Albany's Castle. Enter GONERIL, EDMUND and OSWALD. B Goneril. ACK, Edmund, to my brother; Hasten his musters and conduct his powers: I must change arms at home, and give the distaff Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant Shall pass between us. Wear this; spare speech; Decline your head; this kiss if it durst speak Would stretch thy spirits up into the air! Conceive, and fare thee well. Edm. Yours in the ranks of death. [Giving a favour. O, the difference of man and man! Alb. Enter ALBANY. [Exit EDMUNd. [Exit. O, Goneril You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. Gon. No more. What have you Alb. done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd? Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded. Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honour from thy suffering; where's thy drum? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land; Whiles thou, a moral fool, sitt'st still, and criest "Alack, why does he so ?" Alb. Gon. O, vain fool! See thyself, devil! [Exit. Enter CURAN. Curan. O my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead; Slain by his servant, going to put out The eyes of Gloster. Alb. Gloster's eyes! Curan. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with remorse, Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword To his great master: who, thereat enrag'd, Flew on him, and amongst them fell'd him dead. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer; Tis from your sister. Gon. I'll read, and answer. [Exit. Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his eyes? Curan. Come with my lady, hither. Alb. He is not here ? Curan. No, my good lord; I met him back again. Alb. Knows he the wickedness? Curan. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd against him. And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend: Tell me what more thou know'st. [Exeunt. SCENE 2.-Open Country. Enter EDGAR. Edgar. ET better thus, and known to be contemn'd, worst, The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune, Welcome, then, Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace! The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts.-But who comes here? Enter GLOSTER, led by an Old Man. My father, poorly led ?-World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Life would not yield to age. Old Man. O, my good lord, I've been your tenant, and your father's tenant, Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone. |
