Gloucester

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!

Edgar

Frateretto 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 mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him.

Lear

To have a thousand with red burning spits

Come hissing in upon 'em, —

Edgar

The foul fiend bites my back.

Fool

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

Lear

It shall be done; I will arraign them straight.

To Edgar Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer;

To the Fool Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she-foxes!

Edgar

Look, where he stands and glares! Want'st thou eyes at trial, madam? “Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me, —”

Fool

Edgar

The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two white herring. 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?

Lear

I'll see their trial first. Bring in their evidence.

To Edgar Thou robed man of justice, take thy place;

To the Fool And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity,

Bench by his side: To Kent you are o' the commission,

Sit you too.

Edgar

Let us deal justly. Purr! the cat is grey.

Lear

Arraign her first: 'tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked 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.

Lear

And here's another, whose warped looks proclaim

What store her heart is made an. Stop her there!

Arms, arms, sword, fire! Corruption in the place!

False justicer, why hast thou let her scape?

Edgar

Bless thy five wits!

Kent

O pity! Sir, where is the patience now,

That you so oft have boasted to retain?

Edgar

Aside My tears begin to take his part so much,

They mar my counterfeiting.

Lear

The little dogs and all,

Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.

Edgar

Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs! Do de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to wakes and fairs 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 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 changed.

Kent

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

Lear

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

Fool

And I'll go to bed at noon.

Gloucester

Come hither, friend: where is the king my master?

Kent

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

Gloucester

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,

And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet

Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master:

If thou shouldst 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.

Kent

Oppressed nature sleeps:

This rest might yet have balmed thy broken sinews,

Which, if convenience will not allow,

Stand in hard cure. To the Fool Come, help to bear thy master;

Thou must not stay behind.

Gloucester

Come, come, away. Exeunt all but Edgar.

Edgar

What will hap more to-night, safe scape the king!

Lurk, lurk. Exit.