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Your old kind Father, whose frank Heart gave all-
Kent. Good my Lord, enter here.
Lear. Prithee go in thy self, seek thine own ease,
Enter Edgar, disguis'd like a Madman and Fool.
Fool. Come not in here Nuncle, here's a Spirit, help me, help me.
Kent. Give me thy Hand, who's there?
kent. What art thou that do'lt grumble there i'ch' Straw? Come forth.
Edg. Away, the foul Fiend follows me, through the sharp Hawthorn blow the Winds. Humph, go to thy Bed and warm thee.
Lear. Didst thou give all to thy Daughters? And art thou come to this?
Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom? whom the foul Fiend harh led through Fire, and through Flame, through Sword, and Whirlpool, c'er Bog, and Quagmire, that hath laid Knives under his Pillow, and Halters in his Pue; set Ratsbane by his Porredge, made him proud of Heart, to ride on a Bay trotting Horse, over four arch'd Bridges, to course his own fhadow for a Traitor, bless thy five Wits, Tom's, a cold. O do, de, de, de, do, de, bless thee from Whirle-winds, Star-blasting, and taking, do
poor Tom fome Charity, whom the foul Fiend vexes. There could I have him now, and there, and here again, and there.
[Storm ftillo Lear. Have his Daughters brought him to this pass? Could'It thou fave nothing? would'At thou give 'em all?
Fool. Nay, he reserv'd a Blanket, else we had been all sham’d.
Lear. Now all the Plagues that in the pendulous Air
Kext. He hath no Daughters, Sir.
Lear. Death, Traitor, nothing could have fubdu'd Nature
Edg. Pillicock fat on Pillicock-hill, alow; alow, loo, loo.
Edg. Take heed o’th'foul Fiend, obey thy Parents, keep, thy word, do Justice, swear not, commit not with Man's sworn Spouse ; fet not thy Sweet-heart, on proud array. Tom's a cold.
Lear. Wbat hast thou been?
Edg. A Servingman, proud in Heart, and Mind: That curl'd my Hair, wore Gloves in my Cap, serv'd the Lust of my Mistress Heart, and did the act of darkness with her. Swore as many Oaths, as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet Face of Heav'n, One, that Nept in the contriving Lust, and wakod to do it. Wine lov'd I dearly; Dice dearly; and in Woman, out-paramour'd the Turk. False of Heart, light of Ear, bloody handed. Hog in Noth, Fox in stealth, Wolf in greediness, Dog in madness, Lion in. prey. Let nor the creaking of Shooes, for the rustling of Silks, betray thy poor Heart to Woman. Keep thy Foot out of Brothels, thy Hand out of Plackers, thy Pen from Lenders Books, and defie the foul Fiend. Still through the Hawthorn blows the cold Wind : Says fuum, mun, nonny, Dolphin my Boy, Boy Sessey: Lct him trop by.
Lear. Thou wert better in a Grave, than to answer with thy uncover'd Body, this extremity of the Skies. Is Man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the Worm no Silk, the Beast no Hide, the Sheep no Wool, the Cat no Perfume. Ha! Here's three on's are fophistica: ted. Thou are the thing it felf; unaccommodared Man, is no more but such a poor, bare, forked Animal as thou art. Off, off you Lendings: Come, unbutton here.
[Tearing off his Cloaths. Enter Glofter with a Torch. Fool, Prethee Nuncle be contented; 'tis a naughty Night to swim in. Now a little Fire in a wild Field, were like an old Letcher's Heart, a small Spark, and all the rest on's Body cold; look, here comes a walking Fire.
Edg. This is the foul Flibbertigibbet; he begins at Curfew, and walks at First Cock; he gives the Web and the Pir, fquints the Eye, and makes the Hair-lip; Mildews the white Wheat, and hurts the poor Creature of the Earth,
Swithold footed thrice the old;
And aroynt thee Witch, aroynt thee.
Edg. Poor Tom, chat eats the swimming Frog, the Toad, the Tod-pol; the Wall-neur, and the Water-neut; that in the fury of his Heart, when the foul Fiend rages, Eats Coy-dung for Sallets; swallowsthe old Rar, and the Ditchdog; drinks the g een Mantle of the standing Pool; Who is whipe from Tyihing to Tything, and ftockt, punish'd, and imprison'd: Who hath three Suics to his Back, fix Shirts to his Body;
Horse to ride, and Weapon to wear;
Have been Tom's food for seven long Year;
Edg. The Prince of Darkness is a Gentlemar, Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.
Glo. Our Flesh and Blood, my Lord, is grown fo vile, that he doth hate what it gets.
Edg. Poor Tom's a cold.
Clo. Go in with me; my duty cannot fuffer Tobey in all your Daughters hard commands: Though their injunction be to bar my Doors, And let this tyrannous Night take hold upon you, Yet have I ventur’d to come to seek you out, And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
Lear. Firft let me talk with this Philosopher ; What is the cause of Thurder?
Kent. Good, my Lord, take his offer, Go into th' House.
Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban:
Edg. How to prevent the Fiend, and to kill Vermin.
Kent. Importune him once more to go, my Lord,
Lear. O cry you mercy, Sir:
Edg. Ton's a-cold.
Kent. Good, my Lord, footh him; let him take the Fellow. Glo. Take him you on.
Kent. Sirrah, come on ; Go along with us,
Edg. Child Rowland to the dar< Tower came,
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.
Bajt. How, my Lord, I may be censur'd, 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 badress in him. self.
Baft. 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. O Heavn's! that this Treason were not; or not I the Detector.
Corn. Go with me to the Dutchess.
Baft. 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.
Baft. If I find him comforting the King, it will stuff his Suspicion more fully. I will persevere in my course of Loyalty, though the conflia be fore between that and my Blood.
Corr. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt find a dear Father in my Love.
[Exeunt. SCENE V. A Chamber.
Enter Kent and Gloster, Glo. 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.