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T'obey in all your Daughters' hard commands :
Though their injunction be to bar my doors,
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you ;
Yet have I ventur’d to come seek you out,
And bring you, where both fire and food is ready:

Lear. First, let me talk with this Philosopher ;
What is the cause of thunder ?

Kent. My good lord, take his offer, Go into th’house.

Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban : What is your study?

Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin.
Lear. Let us ask you one word in private.

Kent. Importune him once more to go, my lord;
His Wits begin t' unsettle.
Glo. Can'st thou blame him?

[Storm fill.
His Daughters seek his death : ah, that good Kent !
He said, it would be thus ; poor banilh'd man!
Thou say'st, the King grows mad ; I'll tell thee, friend,
I'm almost mad my felf; I had a son,
Now out-law'd from my blood ; he fought my life,
But lately, very late; I lov'd him, friend,
No father his son dearer : true to tell thee,
The grief hath craz'd my wits. What a night's this ?
I do beseech your Grace.
Lear. O cry you mercy, Sir :

d Noble Philosopher, your company.

Edg. Tom's a-cold.
Glo. In, fellow, into th’hovel; keep thee warm.
Lear. Come, let's in all.
Kent. This way, my lord.

Lear. With him ;
I will keep still with my Philosopher.

Kent. Good my lord, footh him ; let him take the fellow.

Glo. Take him you on.
Kent. Sirrah, come on ; along with us.
Lear. Come, good Athenian.
Glo. No words, no words, hush.
Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came,

His word was fill, fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.

SCENE changes to Glo'ster's Castle.

Enter Cornwall, and Edmund.
Will have revenge, ere I depart his house.

Edm. How, my lord, I may be censurid, that Nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears

me to think of.

Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition made him seek his death: but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reprovable badness in himself.

Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent to be just ? this is the letter, which he spoke of ; which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France. Oh heavens! that this treason were not ; or not I the detector!

Corn. Go with me to the Dutchess. Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, you have mighty business in hand.

Corn. True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Glofter: seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our Apprehenfion.

Edm. If I find him comforting the King, it will fuff his fufpicion more fully. -- (afde.] I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be fore be- , tween that and my blood.

Corn. I will lay trust upon thee ; and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love.

SCENE, a Chamber, in a Farm-house.

Enter Kent and Glo'ster.
Glo. thankfully: I will piece out the comfort

ERE is better than the open Air, take it with what addition I can ; I will not be long from you.



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Kent. All the power of his wits has given way to his impatience : the Gods reward your kindness !

Enter Lear, Edgar, and Fool. Edg. Fraterreto calls me, and tells me, Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness : pray innocent, and beware the foul fiend. (16)

Fool. Prythee, 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 fon : for he's a mad yeoman, that sees his son a gentle man before him.

Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits
Come hizzing in upon 'em
Edg. The foul fiend bites


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

Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign 'em strait.
Come, fit thou here, most learned justicer ;
Thou sapient Sir, sit here - now, ye she-foxes !

Edg. Look, where the stands and glares. Wantest
At tryal, Madam?

Come ower the Broom, Besly, to me.
Fool. Her Boat hath a Leak, and she must not speak,

Why she dares not come over to thee. Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two white Herrings. Croak not, black angel, I have no food for thee.

Kent. How do you, Sir? stand you not so amaz'd ; Will you lye down, and rest upon the Cushions ?

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(16) Fraterrito calls me, ] As Mr. Pope had begun to insert several Speeches in the mad Way, in this scene, from the Old Edition; I have ventur'd to seplace several others, which stand upon the same Fooring, and had an equal righc of being reford,


Lear. I'll see their tryal first, bring me in the evi.

Thou robed man of justice, take thy place ;
And thou his yoke-fellow of equity,
Bench by his side. You are oʻth commission, fit you too.
Edg. Let us deal juftly.
Šleepeft, or wakeft thou, jolly Shepherd?

Thy Sheep be in the Corn;
And for one Blast of thy minikin Mouth,

Thy Sheep fall take no Harm.
Purre, the Cat, is grey.
Lear. Arraign her first, 'tis Gonerill

. I here take my Oath before this honourable Assembly, the kick'd the poor King her Father.

Fool. Come hither, Mistress, is your name Gonerill ?
Lear. She cannot deny it.
Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a Joint-stool.
Lear. And here's another, whose warpt Looks pro-

What store her Heart is made of. Stop her there ;
Arms, arms, sword, fire, - Corruption in the place!
False justicer, why haft 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 mar my counterfeiting.

[ Afide.

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

Édg. Tom will throw his head at them ; avaunt, you
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


and wail :
For, with throwing thus my head,
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Do, de, de, de: Seley, "come, march to wakes and fairs,



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"And market towns ; poor Tom, thy horn is dry.

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 for one of my hundred ; only, I do not like the falhion of your garments. You will say, they are Perfion; but let them be chang'd.

Re-enter Glo'fter. Kent. Now, good my lord, lye here and reft a while.

Lear. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the curtains ; So, so, we'll go to supper i'ch' 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 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 tow'rd 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, And follow me, that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct.

Kent. Opprest Nature sleeps : (17), This Reft might yet have balm'd thy broken Senses, Which, if Conveniency will not allow, Stand in hard Cure. Come, help to bear thy Master ;

(17) oppreft Nature Reeps : } These two concluding Speeches by Kent and Edgar, and which by no means ought to have been cut off, I have restored from the Old Quarto. The Soliloquy of Edgar is extreamly fine;, and the Sentiments of it are drawn equally from Nature and the Subje&. Besides, with Regard to the Stage it is absolutely necessary : For as Edgar is not deligo'd, in the Constitution of the Play, to attend the King to Dover ; how absurd would it look for a Chara&ter of his Importance to quit the Scene without one Word said, or the least Intimation what we are to expect from him :


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