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Kent. All the power of his Wits, have given way to his Impatience: The Gods reward your Kindness.
Enter Lear, Edgar, and Fool. Edg. Fraterreto calls me, and tells me Nero is an Angler in the Lake of Darkness: Pray Innocent, and bleware the foul Fiend.
Fool. Prithee. Nuncle, tell me, whether a Madman be a Gentieman, or a Yeoman.
Lear. A King, a King.
Foot. No, he's a Yeoman, that has a Gentleman to his Son: For he's a Yeoman that sees his Son a Gentleman before him.
Lear. To have a thousand with red burning Spits
Edg. Bless thy five Wits.
Kent. O pity! Sir, where is the patience now,
so oft have boasted to remain ?
Edg. Tom will throw his head at them; avaunt, you Curs!
Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan See what
hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your Garments. You will say they are Persian; but let chembe chang'd.
Lear, Make no noise, make no noise, draw the Curtains: Sv, fo, we'll go to Supper i'th' Morning.
Fool. And I'll go to Bed at Noon, 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 prithee take him in thy Arms; I have o'er-heard a Plot of deach upon him: There is a Litter ready, lay him io'r; And drive towar Dover, Friend, where thou shalt meet Both welcome and protection. Take up thy Mafter. 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, take up, And follow me, that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct. Come, come away. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI. Glofter's Castle. Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Bastard, and Servants.
Corn. Post speedily to my Lord your Husband, thew him this Letter, the Army of France is landed; feck out the Traitor Gloster.
Reg. Hang him instantly.
Corn. Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our Sister Company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traiterous 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 Sifter, farewel my Lord of Glofter.
Stew. My Lord of Glofter had convey'd him hence.
Gon. Farewel, [weet Lord, and Sifter. [Exeunt.
Corn. Edmund farewel : go seek the Traitor Glofter,
Enter Glofter Prisoner, and Servants.
Reg. Ingrateful Fox ! 'tis he.
Glo. What mean your Graces ?
[They bind him.
Corn. To this Chair bind him,
Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done
Reg. So white, and such a Traitor ?
Glo. Naughty Lady,
Corn. Come, Sir, what Letters had you late from France?
Corn. And what Confederacy have you with the Traitors
Reg. To whose hands
Glo. I have a Letter gueffingly fet down
Reg. Wherefore to Dover ? Walt thou not charg'd at peril?
Corn. Wherefore to Dover ? Let him answer that.
Glo. I am ty'd to th’Stake, And I must stand the Course.
Reg. Wherefore ro Dover ?
Glo. Because I would not be thy cruel Nails
Fellows hold the Chair. Upon these Eyes of thine, I'll set my foot. [Glofter is held down while Cornwall treads out one of his Eyes.
Glo. He that will think to live, 'till he be old,
Reg. One fide will mock another ; ch'other too.
Ser. Hold your hand, my Lord :
Reg. How now, you Dog?
Ser. If you did wear a Beard upon your Chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?
Corn. My Villain !(Fight, in the scuffle Cornwall is wounded. Ser. Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger. Reg. Give me thy Sword. A Peasant stand up thus?
(Kills him. Ser. Oh, I am slain my Lord, you have one Eye lek To fee some mischief on him. Oh
. Corn. Lelt it fee more, prevent it ; Out vild gelly: Where is thy lustre now?
[Trends ont the olher Eya
. Glo. All dark and comfortless, Where's my Son Edmund ?
Edmund, enkindle all the fparks of Nature
Reg. Out treacherous Villain,
Glo. O my Follies ! then Edgar was abus'd.
Reg. Go thrust him out at Gates, and let him smell
[Exit with Gloster. How is't my Lord? How look you?
Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt ; follow me, Lady
A C T IV.
SCENE An open Country.
Than still contemn'd and flzcter'd, to be worst:
Enter Glofter, led by an old Man.
Old Man. O`my good Lord, I have been your Tenant,