¶Enter Gloster and Lear, Kent, Foole, and Tom.
¶Glost. Here is better then the open ayre, take it thank
¶fully, I
will peece out the comfort with what addition I
2000can, I will not be
long from you.
¶Ken. All the power of his wits haue giuen way to
¶impatience,
the Gods deserue your kindnes.
¶Edg. Fretereto cals me, and tels me
Nero is an ang
2005ler in the
lake of darknes, pray innocent beware
¶the foule fiend.
¶Foole. Prithe Nunckle tell me, whether a mad man be
¶a Gen-
tleman or a Yeoman.
¶Lear. A King, a King,
¶to haue a thou
sand with red burning
spits
¶come hi
szing in vpon them.
2014.1Edg. The foule fiend bites my backe,
¶Foole. He's mad, that tru
sts in the tamenes of a Wolfe, a hor-
¶ses health, a boyes loue, or a whores oath.
¶Lear. It
shalbe done, I wil arraigne them
straight,
.5Come
sit thou here mo
st learned Iu
stice
¶Thou
sapient
sir
sit here, no you
shee Foxes--
¶Edg. Looke where he
stands and glars, wan
st thou eyes, at
¶tral madam come ore the broome
Bessy to mee.
¶Foole. Her boat hath a leake, and
she mu
st not
speake,
.10Why
she dares not come, ouer to thee.
¶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,
They are Per
sian attire, but let them be
¶chang'd.
2040Kent. Now good my Lord lie here awhile.
¶Lear. Make no noi
se, make no noi
se, draw the cur
¶tains,
so,
so,
so,
Weele go to supper it'h morning, so, so, so,
¶Glost. Come hither friend,
2045where is the King my mai
ster.
¶Kent. Here
sir, but trouble him not his wits are gon.
¶Glost. Good friend I prithy take him in thy armes,
¶I haue or'e heard a plot of death vpon him,
¶Ther is a Litter ready lay him in't,
2050& driue towards Douer frend,
Where thou
shalt meet
¶both welcome & protection, take vp thy
¶If thou
should'
st dally halfe an houre, his life
¶with thine
And all that offer to defend him
¶stand in a
ssured lo
sse,
Take vp the King
2055and followe me, that will to
some proui
sion
¶Giue thee quicke conduct.
2056.1Kent. Oppre
ssed nature
sleepes,
¶This re
st might yet haue balmed thy broken
sinewes,
¶Which if conuenience will not alow
stand in hard cure,
¶Come helpe to beare thy mai
ster, thou mu
st not
stay behind.
.5Glost. Come, come away.
Exit.
¶Edg. When we our betters
see bearing our woes: we
scarcely
¶thinke, our mi
series, our foes.
¶Who alone
suffers
suffers, mo
st it'h mind,
¶Leauing free things and happy
showes behind,
.10But then the mind much
sufferance doth or'e
scip,
¶When griefe hath mates, and bearing fellow
ship:
¶How light and portable my paine
seemes now,
¶When that which makes me bend, makes the King bow.
¶He childed as I fathered,
Tom away,
.15Marke the high noy
ses and thy
selfe bewray,
¶When fal
se opinion who
se wrong thoughts defile thee,
¶In thy iu
st proofe repeals and reconciles thee,
¶What will hap more to night,
safe
scape the King,