Edg.

The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice ^{1 note}of a nightingale. ^{2 note}Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two white herring* ^note. Croak not, black angel; I have no food for thee.

Kent.
How do you, sir? Stand you not so amaz'd:
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?

Lear.
I'll see their trial first:—Bring in the evidence.—
Thou robed man of justice, take thy place;— [To Edgar.
And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity, [To the Fool.
Bench by his side:—You are of the commission,
Sit you too. [To Kent.

Edg.
Let us deal justly.

^{3 note}

And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
  Thy sheep shall take no harm.
Purre! the cat is grey.

Lear.

Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honourable assembly, she kick'd the poor king her father.

Fool.
Come hither, mistress; Is your name Goneril?

Lear.
She cannot deny it.

Fool.
Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool^{4 note}.

Lear.
And here's another, whose warpt looks proclaim
What store her heart is made on.—Stop her there!
Arms, arms, sword, fire!—Corruption in the place!
False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape?

Edg.
Bless thy five wits!

Kent.
O pity!—Sir, where is the patience now,
That you so oft have boasted to retain?

Edg.
My tears begin to take his part so much,
They'll mar my counterfeiting. [Aside.

Lear.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me^{5 note}
.

Edg.
Tom will throw his head at them:—Avaunt, you curs!

  Be thy mouth or black or white^{6 note},
  Tooth that poisons if it bite;
  Mastiff, grey-hound, mungril grim,
  Hound, or spaniel, ^{7 note}

  For, with throwing thus my head,
  Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Do de, de de. ^{1 note}

Lear.

Then let them anatomize Regan, see what breeds about her heart: Is there any cause in nature, that makes these hard hearts?—You, sir, I entertain you for one of my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments: ^{3 note}you will say, they are Persian attire; but let them be chang'd.

Kent.
Now, good my lord, lie here, and rest awhile.

Lear.
Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains:
So, so, so: We'll go to supper i' the morning: So, so, so.

Fool.
And I'll go to bed at noon^{4 note}. Re-enter Gloster.

Glo.
Come hither, friend: Where is the king my master?

Kent.
Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits are gone.

Glo.
Good friend, I pr'ythee take him in thy arms;
I have o'er-heard a plot of death upon him:
There is a litter ready; lay him in't,
And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master:
If thou should'st dally half an hour, his life,

With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
Stand in assured loss: Take up, take up^{5 note};
And follow me, that will to some provision
Give thee quick conduct.

[Kent.
^{6 note}

Glo.
Come, come, away. [Exeunt, bearing off the king. Manet Edgar.

Edg.
When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who alone suffers, suffers most i' the mind;
Leaving ^{8 note}free things, and happy shows, behind:
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip,
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.

How light and portable my pain seems now,
When that, which makes me bend, makes the king bow;
He childed, as I father'd!—Tom, away:
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