King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)
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¶
Enter Glocester, Lear, Kent, Foole, and Tom.
¶Glost. Here is better then the open ayre, take it thankfully, I
¶will peece out the comfort with what addition I can, I will not
2000be long from you.
¶Kent. All the power of his wits haue giuen way to impatience,
¶Edg. Fretereto cals me, and tels me Nero is an angler in the lake
¶Foole. Prethee Nunckle tell me, whether a mad man may bee a
¶Gentleman or a Yeoman.
2014.1Edg. The foule fiend bites my backe.
¶horses health, a boyes loue, or a whores oath.
.10Why she dares not come ouer to thee.
¶Edg. The foule fiend haunts poore Tom in the voyce of a night-
¶ingale, Hoppedance cried in Toms belly for two white herring,
¶Croke not blacke Angell, I haue no food for thee.
¶bed man of iustice take thy place, & thou his yoke-fellow of e-
.25Lear. She cannot deny it.
¶Armes, armes, sword, fire, corruption in the place,
¶They'l marre my counterfeting.
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 poisons if it bite,
2025Mastiue, Gray-hound, Mungrel, Grim-hound, or Spaniell, Brach
¶or Him, Bobtailetike, or Trundle-taile, Tom will make them
¶weepe and waile. For with throwing thus my head, dogs leape
2030the hatch, and all are fled, loudla doodla, come march to wakes,
¶and faires, and market townes, poore Tom thy horne is dry.
¶_her,
Hart is there any cause in nature that makes this hardnesse;
2035You sir, I entertaine you for one of my hundred,
¶They are Persian attire, but let them be changed.
2040Kent. Now my good my Lord lie here a while.
¶
Enter Glocester.
¶Glost. Good friend, I prethee take him in thy armes,
¶I haue ore-heard a plot of death vpon him,
¶There is a Litter ready, lay him in it, and driue towards Douer,
2050_friend,
Where thou shalt meete both welcome and protection; take vp
¶Giue thee quicke conduct.
¶Which if conuenience will not allow, stand in hard cure,
¶Leauing free things and happy showes behinde,
.10But then the minde much sufferance doth ore-skip,
¶When griefe hath mates, and bearing fellowship:
¶How light and portable my paine seemes now,
¶When that which makes me bend, makes the King bow;
¶He childed as I fatherd, Tom away,
¶In thy iust proofe repeals and reconciles thee,
¶Lurke, lurke.
