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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
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.]
A ROOM IN GLO'STER'S CASTLE.
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
[Exeunt other Servants.
Re-enter Servants, with Glo'ster.
? 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,
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
with such a storm as his bare head