Enter GLOUCESTER, KING LEAR, KENT, Fool, and EDGAR)
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.
All the power of his wits have given way to his
impatience: the gods
reward your kindness!
calls me; and tells me
Nero is an angler
in the lake of darkness.
Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.
, tell me whether a madman be a
gentleman or a yeoman?
A king, a king!
No, he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son;
for he's a mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman
To have a thousand with red burning spits
Come hissing in upon 'em,--
The foul fiend bites my back
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a
horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.
It shall be done; I will arraign them straight.
Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer
(To the Fool)
Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she fox
Look, where he stands and glares!
Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam?
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me,--
Her boat hath a leak,
And she must not speak
Why she dares not come over to thee.
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.
How do you, sir? Stand you not so amazed:
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions
I'll see their trial first. Bring in the evidence.
Thou robed man of justice, take thy place;
(To the Fool)
And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity,
Bench by his side:
you are o' the commission,
Sit you too.
Let us deal justly.
Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly
Thy sheep be in the corn;
And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
Thy sheep shall take no harm. Pur
! the cat is gray.
Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril
. I here take my
oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the
poor king her father.
Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?
KING LEARShe cannot deny it
Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.
And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim
What store her heart is made on. Stop her there!
Arms, arms, sword, fire! Corruption
in the place!
False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape?
Bless thy five wits!
O pity! Sir, where is the patience now,
That thou so oft have boasted to retain?
(Aside) My tears begin to take his part so much,
They'll mar my counterfeit
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and
Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you cur
Be thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, grey-hound, mongrel grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach
Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail,
Tom will make them weep and wail:
For, with throwing thus my head,
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Do de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to wakes and
fairs and market-towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.
KING 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 fashion of your garments: you will
say they are Persian
attire: but let them be changed.
Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.
Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains:
so, so, so. We'll go to supper i' the morning. So, so, so.
FoolAnd I'll go to bed at noon.
Come hither, friend: where is the king my master?
Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits are gone.
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
Oppressed nature sleeps:
This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses,
Which, if convenience will not allow,
Stand in hard cure
(To the Fool)
Come, help to bear thy master;
Thou must not stay behind.
Come, come, away.
(Exeunt all but EDGAR
When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Who alone suffers suffers most i' the mind
Leaving free things and happy shows behind:
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er skip,
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! Tom, away!
Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray,
opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee,
In thy just proof, repeals and reconciles thee.
What will hap more to-night, safe 'scape the king! Lurk
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