19171677But Mice and Rats, and such small Deere,

19181678Hath beene Toms food for seuen long yeare.

19191679Beware my follower, peace snulbug, peace thou fiend.

19201680Glost, What, hath your Grace no better company?

19211681Edg. The Prince of darknes is a Gentleman, modo hee's called,

19221682and ma hu --------

19231683Glost. Our flesh and bloud is growne so vilde my Lord, that it

19241684doth hate what gets it.

19251685Edg. Poore Toms a colde.

19261686Glost. Go in with me, my duty cannot suffer to obey in al your

19271687daughters hard commands, though their iniunction be to barre

19281688my doores, and let this tyranous night take hold vpon you, yet

19301689haue I venter'd to come seeke you out, and bring you where

19311690both food and fire is ready.

19321691Lear. First let me talke with this Philosopher;

19331692What is the cause of thunder?

19341693Kent. My good Lord take his offer, go into the house.

19361694Lear. Ile talke a word with this most learned Theban; wha[t]

19371695is your study?

19381696Edg. How to preuent the fiend, and to kill vermine.

19391697Lear. Let me aske you one word in priuate.

19401698Kent. Importune him to goe my Lord, his wits begin to vn-

19411699setle.

19421700Glost. Canst thou blame him?

19431701His daughters seeke his death. O that good Kent,

19441702He said it would be thus, poore banisht man,

19451703Thou saist the King growes mad, ile tell thee friend,

19461704I am almost mad my selfe; I had a sonne

19471705Now out-lawed from my bloud, he sought my life

19481706But lately, very late, I lou'd him friend,

19491707No father his sonne dearer, truth to tell thee,

19501708The greefe has craz'd my wits.

19511709What a night's this? I do beseech your Grace.

19521710Lear. O cry you mercy noble Philosopher, your company.

19541711Edg. Tom's a cold.

19551712Glost. In fellow there, into th'houell, keepe thee warme.

19561713Lear. Come, let's in all.