1998Glou. Heere is better then the open ayre, take it thank-

1999fully: I will peece out the comfort with what addition I

2000can: I will not be long from you. Exit

2001Kent. All the powre of his wits, haue giuen way to his

2002impatience: the Gods reward your kindnesse.

2004Edg. Fraterretto cals me, and tells me Nero is an Ang-

2005ler in the Lake of Darknesse: pray Innocent, and beware

2006the foule Fiend.

2007Foole. Prythee Nunkle tell me, whether a madman be

2008a Gentleman, or a Yeoman.

2009Lear. A King, a King.

2010Foole. No, he's a Yeoman, that ha's a Gentleman to

2011his Sonne: for hee's a mad Yeoman that sees his Sonne a

2012Gentleman before him.

2013Lear. To haue a thousand with red burning spits

2014Come hizzing in vpon 'em.

2015Edg. Blesse thy fiue wits.

2016Kent. O pitty: Sir, where is the patience now

2017That you so oft haue boasted to retaine?

2018Edg. My teares begin to take his part so much,

2019They marre my counterfetting.

2020Lear. The little dogges, and all;

2021Trey, Blanch, and Sweet-heart: see, they barke at me.

2022Edg. Tom, will throw his head at them: Auaunt you

2023Curres, be thy mouth or blacke or white:

2024Tooth that poysons if it bite:

2025Mastiffe, Grey-hound, Mongrill, Grim,

2026Hound or Spaniell, Brache, or Hym:

2027Or Bobtaile tight, or Troudle taile,

2028Tom will make him weepe and waile,

2029For with throwing thus my head;

2030Dogs leapt the hatch, and all are fled.

2031Do, de, de, de: sese: Come, march to Wakes and Fayres,

2032And Market Townes: poore Tom thy horne is dry,

2033Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan: See what

2034breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in Nature that

2035make these hard-hearts. You sir, I entertaine for one of

2036my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your gar-

2037ments. You will say they are Persian; but let them bee

2038chang'd.

2040Kent. Now good my Lord, lye heere, and rest awhile.

2041Lear. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the Cur-

2042taines: so, so, wee'l go to Supper i'th'morning.

2043Foole. And Ile go to bed at noone.

2044Glou. Come hither Friend:

2045Where is the King my Master?

2046Kent. Here Sir, but trouble him not, his wits are gon.

2047Glou. Good friend, I prythee take him in thy armes;

2048I haue ore-heard a plot of death vpon him:

2049There is a Litter ready, lay him in't,

2050And driue toward Douer friend, where thou shalt meete

2051Both welcome, and protection. Take vp thy Master,

2052If thou should'st dally halfe an houre, his life

2053With thine, and all that offer to defend him,

2054Stand in assured losse. Take vp, take vp,

2055And follow me, that will to some prouision

2056Giue thee quicke conduct. Come, come, away. Exeunt