And for one blast of thy minikin 1 mouth, Pur! the cat is gray. Lear. Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honorable assembly, she kicked the poor king her father. Fool. Come hither, mistress: is your name Goneril? Lear. She cannot deny it. Fool. Cry you mercy; I took you for a jointstool. Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim What store her heart is made of.-Stop her there! Arms, arms, sword, fire!-Corruption in the place!False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape? Edg. Bless thy five wits! Kent. O pity!-Sir, where is the patience now, That you so oft have boasted to retain ? Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much, They 'll mar my counterfeiting. Lear. The little dogs and all, [aside. Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. Edg. Tom will throw his head at them.-Avaunt, you curs ! Be thy mouth or black or white, SHAK. 1 Small. A term of endearment. XIII. 1 Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, Do de, de, de. Sessa. Come, march to wakes and fairs, and market towns.-Poor Tom, thy horn is dry. Lear. Then let them anatomise 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 awhile. 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 GLoster. Glos. Come hither, friend: where is the king my master? Kent. Here, sir; but trouble him not: his wits are gone. 1 A brach signifies a bitch hound; a lym, a blood-hound. Glos. Good friend, I pr'ythee 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 : 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 master; Thou must not stay behind. Glos. [to the Fool. Come, come, away. [Exeunt Kent, Gloster, 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, 1 Leaving free things 1 and happy shows behind: 1 States clear from distress. How light and portable my pain seems now, bow; He childed, as I father'd!-Tom, away: Mark the high noises; 1 and thyself bewray,2 When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee, In thy just proof, repeals and reconciles thee. [Exit. SCENE VII. A room in Gloster's castle. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, Servants. and Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband; show him this letter: the army of France is landed. Seek out the villain Gloster. [Exeunt some of the Servants. Re. 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 3 preparation; we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and The great events that are approaching. intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister; farewell, my lord of Gloster. Enter STEWARD. How now? Where's the king? Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him hence : Some five or six and thirty of his knights, Hot questrists 1 after him, met him at gate; Who, with some other of the lord's dependents, boast To have well-armed friends. Corn. Get horses for your mistress. [Exeunt Goneril and Edmund. Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister. Corn. Edmund, farewell.-Go, seek the traitor Gloster; Pinion him like a thief; bring him before us: [Exeunt other Servants. Though well we may not pass upon his life Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER. Re. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. |