Glou.

Here is better than the open air; take it thankfully. I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can: I will not be long from you.

Kent.

All the power of his wits have ^note given way to his ^{note note}impatience: the gods reward ^note your kindness!

Edg.

Frateretto ^note calls me, and tells me Nero ^note is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and ^note beware the foul fiend.

Fool.

Prithee, nuncle, tell me whether a madman be ^note a gentleman ^note or a yeoman.

Lear.

A king, a king!

Fool.

No, he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son, for he's a mad ^note yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him.

Lear. ^note

To have a thousand with red burning spits Come hissing ^note in upon 'em,— ^{note note}

Edg.

The foul fiend bites my back.

Fool.

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

Lear.

It shall be done; I will arraign them ^note straight.

Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer ^note;

Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you ^note she foxes! ^note

Edg.

Look, where he ^note stands and glares! Wantest ^note thou eyes ^note at trial, madam? ^{note note}

  Come o'er the bourn ^note, Bessy, to me. ^{note note}

Fool.
    Her boat hath a leak,
    And she must not speak ^note
  Why she dares not come over to thee. ^note

Edg.

The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. 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 amazed:
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions? ^{note note}

Lear.
I'll see their trial first. Bring ^note in the ^note evidence. [To Edgar] ^note
Thou robed ^note man of justice take thy place;

[To the Fool] ^note
And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity,
Bench by his side. [To Kent] ^note You are o' the ^note commission;
Sit you too.

Edg.

  Let us deal justly. ^note
Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
  Thy sheep be in the corn;
And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
  Thy sheep shall take no harm. ^note

Pur! the cat is gray.

Lear. ^note

Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honourable assembly, she ^note kicked the poor king her father. ^{note note}

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

Lear.
She cannot ^note deny it.

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

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

Edg.
Bless thy five wits!

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

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

Lear.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.

Edg.

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

  Be thy mouth or black or white,
  Tooth that poisons if it bite;
  Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
  Hound ^note or spaniel, brach or lym ^note,
  Or bobtail tike ^note or trundle-tail ^note,
  Tom will make them ^note weep and wail:
  For, with throwing thus my head,
  Dogs leap ^note the hatch, and all are fled. ^note

Do de, de, de. Sessa! ^note Come ^note, march to wakes and fairs and market-towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry. ^{note note}

Lear.

Then let them anatomize ^note Regan; see what breeds about her heart. Is ^note there any cause in nature that makes ^note these hard hearts? ^note [To Edgar] ^note You, sir, I entertain for ^note one of my hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your garments. You will say ^note they are Persian attire ^note; but let them be changed. ^note

Kent. ^note

Now, good my lord, lie here and rest ^note awhile.

Lear.

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

Fool.

And I'll go to bed at noon. ^note

Glou.
Come hither, friend: where is the king my master? ^note

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

Glou.
Good friend, I prithee, take him in thy arms;
I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him:
There is a litter ready; lay him in 't ^note,
And drive toward ^note Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master:
If thou shouldst ^note dally half an hour, his life,
With thine and all that offer to defend him,
Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up ^note,
And follow me, that will to some provision ^note
Give thee quick conduct.

Kent.
Oppressed ^note nature sleeps.
This rest might yet have balm'd ^note thy broken sinews ^note,
Which, if convenience ^note will not allow,

Stand in hard cure. [To the Fool] ^note Come, help to bear thy master;
Thou must not stay behind. ^note

Glou. ^note
Come, come, ^note away. [Exeunt all but Edgar. ^note

Edg.
When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes ^note.
Who alone suffers suffers most ^note i' the mind,
Leaving free things and happy shows behind:
But then the mind much sufferance doth ^note 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! ^note Tom, away! ^note
Mark the high noises, and thyself bewray
When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles ^note thee,
In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee.
What will hap ^note more to-night, ^note safe 'scape the king!
Lurk, lurk. ^note [Exit. ^note

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