The Historie of King Lear.
¶Edg. The foule fiend haũts poore
Tom in the voyce of a nigh-
¶Hoppedance cries in
Toms belly for two white herring,
¶Croke not blacke Angell, I haue no foode for thee.
¶Kent. How doe you
sir?
stand you not
so amazd, will you
.15lie downe and re
st vpon the cu
shings?
¶Lear. Ile
see their triall fir
st, bring in their euidence, thou
¶robbed man of Iu
stice take thy place, & thou his yokefellow of
¶equity, bench by his
side, you are ot'h commi
ssion,
sit you too.
¶Ed. Let vs deale iu
stly
sleepe
st or wake
st thou iolly
shepheard,
.20Thy
sheepe bee in the corne, and for one bla
st of thy minikin
¶mouth, thy
sheepe
shall take no harme, Pur the cat is gray.
¶Lear. Arraigne her fir
st tis
Gonoril, I here take my oath before
¶this honorable a
ssembly kickt the poore king her father.
¶Foole. Come hither mi
stri
sse is your name
Gonorill.
.25Lear. She cannot deny it.
¶Fool. Cry you mercy I tooke you for a ioyne
stoole.
¶Lear. And heres another who
se warpt lookes proclaime,
¶What
store her hart is made an,
stop her there;
¶Armes, armes,
sword, fire, corruption in the place,
.30Fal
se Iu
sticer why ha
st thou let her
scape.
2015Edg. Ble
sse thy fiue wits.
¶Kent. O pity
sir, where is the patience now,
¶That you
so oft haue boa
sted to retaine.
¶Edg. My teares begin to take his part
so much,
¶Theile marre my counterfeiting.
2020Lear. The little dogs and all
¶Trey, Blanch, and Sweet hart,
see they barke at me.
¶Edg. Tom will throw his head at them, auant you
¶curs,
Be thy mouth, or blacke, or white,
¶tooth that poy
sons if it bite,
2025Ma
stife, grayhoũd, mungril, grim-
¶hoũd or
spaniel, brach or him,
¶Bobtaile tike, or trũdletaile,
Tom will make them weep & waile,
¶For with throwing thus my head,
2030dogs leape the hatch and all
are fled,
¶loudla doodla come march to wakes, and faires, and
¶market townes, poore
Tom thy horne is dry.
¶Lear. Then let them anotomize
Regan,
see what
¶breeds about
Hart is there any cau
se in nature that
2035makes this hardnes,
You
sir, I entertaine you for one of
¶my hundred,
Only I do not like the fa
shion of your gar
¶ments youle
say,