Glo.

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 given way to his Impatience: The Gods reward your Kindness.

Edg.

Fraterreto calls me, and tells me Nero is an Angler in the Lake of Darkness: Pray Innocent, and beware the foul Fiend.

Fool.

Prithee, Nuncle, tell me, whether a Madman be a Gentleman, 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 Yeoman that sees his Son a Gentleman before him.

Lear.
To have a thousand with red burning Spits
Come hizzing in upon 'em.

Edg.
Bless thy five Wits.

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

Edg.
My Tears begin to take his part so much
They mar my Counterfeiting. [Aside.

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, Grey-hound, Mungril grim,
Hound or Spaniel, Brache, or Hym;
Or Bobtail tike, or Trundle tail,
Tom will make him weep and wail,
For with throwing thus my Head;
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Do, de, de, de: Sese; come, march to Wakes and Fairs,
And Market Towns; poor Tom, thy horn is dry. [Exit.

Lear.

Then let them Anatomize Regan—See what breeds about her Heart—Is there any cause in Nature that make these hard Hearts? You, Sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your Garments. You will say they are Persian; but let them be chang'd.

Kent.
Now, good my Lord, lye here, and rest a while.

Lear.
Make no noise, make no noise, draw the Curtains:
So, so, we'll go to Supper i'th' Morning.

Fool.
And I'll go to Bed at Noon.

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 prithee 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,
And follow me, that will to some provision
Give thee quick conduct. Come, come away. [Exeunt.

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