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  • 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.

  • All the power of his wits have given way to his
    impatience: the gods reward your kindness!


  • Frateretto calls me; and tells me
    Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness.
    Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.

  • Prithee, nuncle, tell me whether a madman be a
    gentleman or a yeoman?

  • 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.

  • To have a thousand with red burning spits
    Come hissing in upon 'em,--

  • The foul fiend bites my back.

  • He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a
    horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

  • It shall be done; I will arraign them straight.
    To EDGAR
    Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer;
    To the Fool
    Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she foxes!

  • Look, where he stands and glares!
    Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam?
    Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me,--

  • Her boat hath a leak,
    And she must not speak
    Why she dares not come over to thee.

  • The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a
    nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two
    white herring. Croak not, black angel; I have no
    food for thee.

  • How do you, sir? Stand you not so amazed:
    Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?

  • I'll see their trial first. Bring in the evidence.
    To EDGAR
    Thou robed 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.

  • Let us deal justly.
    Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
    Thy sheep be in the corn;
    And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
    Thy sheep shall take no harm.
    Pur! the cat is gray.

  • Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take my
    oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the
    poor king her father.

  • Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?

  • She cannot deny it.

  • Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.

  • And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim
    What store her heart is made on. Stop her there!
    Arms, arms, sword, fire! Corruption in the place!
    False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape?

  • Bless thy five wits!

  • O pity! Sir, where is the patience now,
    That thou so oft have boasted to retain?

  • Aside My tears begin to take his part so much,
    They'll mar my counterfeiting.

  • The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and
    Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.

  • Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs!
    Be thy mouth or black or white,
    Tooth that poisons if it bite;
    Mastiff, grey-hound, mongrel grim,
    Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
    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.

  • 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 changed.

  • Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.

  • Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains:
    so, so, so. We'll go to supper i' he morning. So, so, so.

  • And I'll go to bed at noon.

  • Re-enter GLOUCESTER

  • Come hither, friend: where is the king my master?

  • Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits are gone.

  • Good friend, I prithee, take him in thy arms;
    I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him:
    There is a litter ready; lay him in 't,
    And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet
    Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master:
    If thou shouldst 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.

  • Oppressed nature sleeps:
    This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses,
    Which, if convenience will not allow,
    Stand in hard cure.
    To the Fool
    Come, help to bear thy master;
    Thou must not stay behind.

  • Exeunt all but EDGAR

  • 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'er skip,
    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.