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T'obey in all your Daughters' hard commands :
Lear. First, let me talk with this Philosopher ;
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.
Kent. Importune him once more to go, my lord;
d Noble Philosopher, your company.
Edg. Tom's a-cold.
Lear. With him ;
Kent. Good my lord, footh him ; let him take the fellow.
Glo. Take him you on.
His word was fill, fie, foh, and fum,
Enter Cornwall, and Edmund.
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.
Enter Kent and Glo'ster.
ERE is better than the open Air, take it with what addition I can ; I will not be long from you.
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
Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign 'em strait.
Edg. Look, where the stands and glares. Wantest
Come ower the Broom, Besly, to me.
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 ?
(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.
Thy Sheep be in the Corn;
Thy Sheep fall take no Harm.
. 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 ?
Edg. Bless thy five wits.
Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much,
Édg. Tom will throw his head at them ; avaunt, you
and wail :
"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.
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
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 :