12621092And with presented nakednes out-face

12631093The winde, and persecution of the skie,

12641094The Country giues me proofe and president

12651095Of Bedlam beggers, who with roring voices,

12661096Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare Armes,

12671097Pins, wooden prickes, nailes, sprigs of rosemary,

12681098And with this horrible obiect from low seruice,

12691099Poore pelting villages, sheep-coates, and milles,

12701100Sometime with lunaticke bans, sometime with praiers

12711101Enforce their charity, poore Turlygod, poore Tom,

12721102That's something yet, Edgar I nothing am. Exit.

12741104Lear. Tis strange that they should so depart from hence,

12751105And not send backe my messenger.

12761106Knight. As I learn'd, the night before there was

12771107No purpose of his remoue.

12791108Kent. Haile to thee noble Master.

12801109Lear. How, mak'st thou this shame thy pastime?

12811110Foole. Ha, ha, looke, he weares crewell garters,

12821111Horses are tide by the heeles, dogs and beares

12831112By the necke, munkies by the loines, and men

12841113By the legs, when a man's ouer-lusty at legs,

12851114[T]hen he weares wooden neather-stockes.

12861115Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy place mistooke to set

12871116thee here?

12891117Kent. It is both he and she, your sonne and daughter.

12911118Lear. No.

12921119Kent. Yes.

12931120Lear. No I say.

12941121Kent. I say yea.

1294.11122Lear. No, no, they would not.

1294.21123Kent. Yes they haue.

12951124Lear. By Iupiter I sweare no, they durst not do it,

12981125They would not, could not do it, tis worse then murder,

12991126To do vpon respect such violent out-rage,

13001127Resolue me with all modest haste, which way