25222306Enough, enough,and die that thing you speake of,

25232307I tooke it for a man, often would it say

25242308The fiend the fiend, he led me to that place

25252309Edg. Bare free & patient thoughts, but who comes here

25282310The safer sence will neare accõmodate 2529his maister thus.

25302312Lear. No they cannot touch mee for coyning, I am the 2531king (himselfe.

25322313Edg. O thou side pearcing sight.

25332314Lear. Nature is aboue Art in that respect, ther's your 2534presse

2315money, that fellow handles his bow like a crow-2535keeper, draw me

2316a clothiers yard, looke, looke a 2536mowse, peace, peace, this tosted

2317cheese will 2537do it, ther's my gauntlet, ile proue it on a gyant, 2538bring

2318vp the browne-billes, O well flowne bird 2539in the ayre, hagh, giue

2319the word ? 2540 Edg. Sweet Margerum.

25412320Lear. Passe. Glost. I know that voyce.

25432321Lear. Ha Gonorill, ha Regan, they flattered 2544mee like a dogge,

2322and tould me I had white haires in 2545my beard, ere the black ones

2323were there, to say I and 2546no, to euery thing I saide, I and no toe,

2324was no good 2547diuinitie, when the raine came to wet me once, and

2325the 2548winde to make mee chatter, when the thunder would not

25492326peace at my bidding, there I found them, there I smelt them 2550out,

2327goe toe, they are not men of their words, they told 2551mee I was

2328euery thing, tis a lye, I am not argue-proofe.

25522329Glost. The tricke of that voyce I doe well remember, 2553ist not

2330the King?

25542331Lear. I euer inch a King 2555when I do stare, see how the subiect

2332quakes, 2556I pardon that mans life, what was thy cause, 2557adultery?

2333thou shalt not die for adulterie, 2558no the wren goes toot, and the

2334smal guilded flie 2559doe letcher in my sight, let copulation thriue,

25602335for Glosters bastard son was kinder to his father 2561then my daugh-

2336ters got tweene the lawfull sheets, 2562toot luxurie, pell, mell, for I

2337lacke souldiers, 2563behold yon simpring dame whose face between

2338her 2564forkes presageth snow, that minces vertue, and do shake 2565the

2339head heare of pleasures name to fichew nor 2566the soyled horse

2340goes toot with a more riotous appe2567tite, down frõ the wast tha're

2341centaures, though 2568women all aboue, but to the girdle doe the

2342gods inhe2569rit, beneath is all the fiends, thers hell, thers dark2570nesse,

2343ther's the sulphury pit, burning, scalding, stench, 2571consumation,