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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 makes these hard hearts ?-- You, sir, I entertain you 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.

[To Edgar. Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here, and rest a

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

Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.

Re-enter Glo'ster. 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 toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt

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.

Oppress'd nature sleeps :This rest might yet have balm’d thy broken senses, Which, if convenience will not allow, Stand in hard cure.—Come, help to bear thy mas


Thou must not stay behind.

[To the Fool. Glo.

Come, come, away. [Exeunt Kent, Glo'ster, and the Fool, bearing

off the king. Edg. 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'erskip, 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, When false 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, Lurk.]




Enter Cornwall, Regan, Goneril, Edmund, and


Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband ! show him this letter:—the army of France is land, ed ;-Seek out the villain Glo'ster.

[E.reunt some of the servants. Reg. Hang him instantly. Gon. Pluck out his eyes.

Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.—Edmund, keep you our sister company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to a most festinate preparation ; we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewel, dear sister; -farewel, my lord of Glo'ster.

Enter Steward. How now? Where's the king? Stew. My lord of Glo'ster hath convey'd him

hence: Some five or six and thirty of his knights, Hot questrists after him, met him at gate; Who, with some other of the lord's dependants, Are gone with him towards Dover; where they


To have well-arm'd friends.

Get horses for


mistress. Gon. Farewel, sweet lord, and sister.

[Exeunt Goneril and Edmund. Corn. Edmund, farewel.-Go, seek the traitor

Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us:

[Exeunt other Servants.
Though well we may not pass upon his life
Without the form of justice; yet our power
Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men
May blame, but not control. Who's there? The

traitor ?

-Good my

Re-enter Servants, with Glo'ster.
Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.
Glo. What mean your graces

? friends, consider You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends. Corn. Bind him, I say.

[Servants bind him. Reg.

Hard, hard;-O filthy traitor! Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. Corn. To this chair bind him :-Villain, thou shalt find

[Regan plucks his beard. Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard.

Reg. So white, and such a traitor!

Naughty lady, These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host; With robbers’ hands, my hospitable favours

You should not ruffle thus. What will


do? Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from

France ? Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the

truth. Corn. And what confederacy have you with the

traitors Late footed in the kingdom? Reg. To whose hands have you sent the luna

tick king? Speak.

Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,
Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
And not from one oppos’d.


And false.
Corn. Where hast thou sent the king ?

To Dover.

Wherefore To Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at thy perilCorn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first an

swer that. Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the



Reg. Wherefore to Dover?

Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails
Pluck out his poor old eyes ; nor thy fierce sister
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.

with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up,
And quench'd the stelled fires: yet, poor old heart,
He holp the heavens to rain.

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