Here is better than the open air. Take it 1999thankfully. I 1717will piece out the comfort with what addition I 2000can. I will not be 1718long from you.

All the power of his wits have given way to 2002impatience. 1720The gods discern your kindness.

Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an 2005angler in the 1722lake of darkness. Pray, innocent. Beware 2006the foul fiend.

Prithee nuncle, tell me whether a madman be 2008a 1724gentleman or a yeoman.

33.3A king, a king. 2013To have a thousand with red burning 1726spits 2014come hissing in upon them.

The foul fiend bites my back.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, 2014.3a 1729horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

It shall be done. I will arraign them straight.

13.92014.51731[To Edgar] Come sit thou here most learned justice.

13.102014.61732[To the Fool] Thou, sapient sir, sit here. No, you she foxes--

Look where he stands and glares. Want'st thou eyes at 2014.81734troll-madam?

The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. 2014.121738Hoppedance cries in Tom's belly for two white herring. 2014.131739Croak not, black angel, I have no food for thee.

How do you sir? Stand you not so amazed. Will you 2014.151741lie down and rest upon the cushions?

I'll see their trial first. Bring in their evidence. [To Edgar] Thou 2014.171743robed man of justice, take thy place; [To the Fool] and thou, his yokefellow of 2014.181744equity, bench by his side. [To Kent] You are o'th'commission, sit you too.

Let us deal justly.

13.24Purr, the cat is gray.

Arraign her first. 'Tis Goneril. I here take my oath before 2014.231749this honorable assembly she kicked the poor king her father.

Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?

She cannot deny it.

Cry you mercy, I took you for a join-stool.

And here's another whose warped looks proclaim,

13.302014.281754What store her heart is made on. Stop her there!

13.312014.291755Arms, arms, sword, fire, corruption in the place!

13.322014.301756False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape?

Bless thy five wits.

Oh, pity! Sir, where is the patience now,

13.3520171759That you so oft have boasted to retain?

[Aside] My tears begin to take his part so much

13.3720191761They'll mar my counterfeiting.

The little dogs and all,

13.3920211763Trey, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see they bark at me.

Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you 2023curs!

13.492031Loudla doodla, come march to wakes and fairs and 20321770market towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.

Then let them anatomize Regan, see what 2034breeds about her 1772heart. Is there any cause in nature that 2035makes this hardness? 1773[To Edgar] You, sir, I entertain you for one of 2036my hundred, 1774only I do not like the fashion of your 2037garments. You'll say 1775they are Persian attire, but let them be 2038changed.

Now, good my lord, lie here awhile.

Make no noise, make no noise, draw the 2042curtains, so, so, so. 1778We'll go to supper i'th'morning, so, so, so.

Come hither, friend. 2045Where is the King, my master?

Here, sir, but trouble him not. His wits are gone.

Good friend, I prithee take him in thy arms.

13.5620481782I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him.

13.5720491783There is a litter ready. Lay him in't,

13.582050And drive towards Dover, friend, 1784where thou shalt meet

13.592051Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master.

13.6020521785If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life,

13.612053With thine 1786and all that offer to defend him,

13.622054Stand in assurèd loss. 1787Take up the King

13.632055And follow me, that will to some provision

13.6420561788Give thee quick conduct.

Give thee quick conduct. Oppressèd nature sleeps.

13.652056.21790This rest might yet have balmed thy broken sinews,

13.662056.31791Which, if convenience will not allow,

13.67Stand in hard cure. 2056.41792[To the Fool] Come, help to bear thy master.

13.68Thou must not stay behind.

Thou must not stay behind. Come, come away.

When we our betters see bearing our woes

13.70We scarcely 2056.71795think our miseries our foes.

2056.81796Who alone suffers, suffers most i'th'mind,

13.712056.91797Leaving free things and happy shows behind,

13.722056.101798But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip,

13.732056.111799When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.

13.742056.121800How light and portable my pain seems now,

13.752056.131801When that which makes me bend, makes the king bow;

13.762056.141802He childed as I fathered. Tom, away.

13.772056.151803Mark the high noises, and thyself bewray,

13.782056.161804When false opinion, whose wrong thoughts defile thee,

13.792056.171805In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee.

13.802056.181806What will hap more tonight, safe 'scape the king.

13.812056.191807Lurk, lurk.