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Though their injunction be to bar my doors

And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,
Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out

And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher.

What is the cause of thunder?
Kent. Good my lord, take his offer; go into th' house.

Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?

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.

Glou. Canst thou blame him?
Storm still.

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 mad: I'll tell thee, friend,
I am almost mad myself. I had a son,

Now outlaw'd from my blood. He sought my life
But lately, very late. I lov'd him, friend-

No father his son dearer. True to tell thee,
The grief hath craz'd my wits. What a night's this!

I do beseech your Grace-
Lear. O, cry you mercy, sir.

Noble philosopher, your company.
Edg. Tom's acold.

Glou. In, fellow, there, into th' hovel; keep thee warm.
Lear. Come, let's in all.

Kent. 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.

Glou. Take him you on.
Kent. Sirrah, come on; go along with us.

Lear. Come, good Athenian.
Glou. No words, no words! hush.

Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came;
His word was still

Fie, foh, and fum!
I smell the blood of a British man.

Exeunt.
Scene V.

Gloucester's Castle.
Enter Cornwall and Edmund.

Corn. I will have my revenge ere I depart his house.
Edm. How, my lord, I may be censured, that nature thus gives way to

loyalty, something fears me to think of.
Corn. I now perceive it was not altogether your brother's evil

disposition made him seek his death; but a provoking merit, set
awork by a reproveable badness in himself.

Edm. How malicious is my fortune that I must repent to be just!
This is the letter he spoke of, which approves him an

intelligent party to the advantages of France. O heavens! that
this treason were not-or not I the detector!

Corn. Go with me to the Duchess.
Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, you have mighty

business in hand.
Corn. True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester.

Seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our
apprehension.

Edm. [aside] If I find him comforting the King, it will stuff his
suspicion more fully.-I will persever in my course of loyalty,

though the conflict be sore between that and my blood.
Corn. I will lay trust upon thee, and thou shalt find a dearer

father in my love.
Exeunt.

Scene VI.
A farmhouse near Gloucester's Castle.

Enter Gloucester, Lear, Kent, Fool, and Edgar.
Glou. 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.

Kent. All the power of his wits have given way to his impatience.
The gods reward your kindness!

Exit [Gloucester].
Edg. Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an angler in the

lake of darkness. Pray, 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 hizzing in upon 'em-

Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.
Fool. He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's

health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.
Lear. 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!

Edg. Look, where he stands and glares! Want'st thou eyes
at trial, madam?

Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me.
Fool. Her boat hath a leak,

And she must not speak
Why she dares not come over to thee.

Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale.
Hoppedance cries in Tom's belly for two white herring. Croak

not, black angel; I have no food for thee.
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 their evidence.

[To Edgar] Thou, robed man of justice, take thy place.
[To the Fool] And thou, his yokefellow of equity,

Bench by his side. [To Kent] You are o' th' commission,
Sit you too.

Edg. 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.
Purr! the cat is gray.

Lear. Arraign her first. 'Tis Goneril. I here take my oath before
this honourableassembly, she kicked the poor King her father.

Fool. Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?
Lear. She cannot deny it.

Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.
Lear. 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?
Edg. Bless thy five wits!

Kent. O pity! Sir, where is the patience now
That you so oft have boasted to retain?

Edg. [aside] My tears 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,

Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,

Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
Bobtail tyke or trundle-tall-

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 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 you for one of my

hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your garments. You'll
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' th' morning. So, so, so.
Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.

Enter Gloucester.
Glou. Come hither, friend. Where is the King my master?

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

Glou. Come, come, away!
Exeunt [all but Edgar].

Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' 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 fathered! 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. [Exit.]

Scene VII.
Gloucester's Castle.

Enter Cornwall, Regan, Goneril, [Edmund the]
Bastard, and Servants.

Corn. [to Goneril] Post speedily to my lord your husband, show him
this letter. The army of France is landed.-Seek out the traitor

Gloucester.
[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 Gloucester.

Enter [Oswald the] Steward.
How now? Where's the King?



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