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,

[A side.

Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me. Edg. Tom will throw his head at them:-Avaunt, you curs!

Be thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, grey-hound, mongrel grim,
Hound, or spaniel, brach, or lym';
Or bobtail tike, or trundle-tail;
Tom will make them weep and wail:
For, with throwing thus my head,
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.

Do de, de, de. Sessa. Come, march to wakes and 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 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.

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brach, or lym; &c.] Names of particular sorts of dogs. you will say, they are Persian attire;] Alluding, perhaps, to Clytus refusing the Persian robes offered him by Alexander.

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

Re-enter GLOSTER.

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'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:
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.

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.

Glo.

[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;
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;

2 -free things,] States clear from distress.

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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.

[Exit.

SCENE VII.

A Room in Gloster's Castle.

Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and Servants.

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.

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 Farewell, dear sister; - farewell, my lord of

us.

Gloster".

Enter Steward.

How now? Where's the king?

3 Mark the high noises;] Attend to the great events that are approaching, and make thyself known when that false opinion now prevailing against thee shall, in consequence of just proof of thy integrity, revoke its erroneous sentence.

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and thyself bewray,] i. e. discover.

my lord of Gloster.] Meaning Edmund, newly invested with his father's titles. The steward, speaking immediately after, mentions the old earl by the same title.

Stew. My lord of Gloster 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 boast
To have well-armed friends.

Corn.

Get horses for

your mistress.

Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.

[Exeunt GONERIL and EDMUND.

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
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?

Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER.

Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.

Corn. Bind fast his corky arms".

Glo. What mean your graces?—Good my friends,

consider

You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.

Corn. Bind him, I say.

Reg.

[Servants bind him.

Hard, hard :—0 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.

Hot questrists after him,] A questrist is one who goes in search or quest of another.

1 Though well we may not pass upon his life

yet our power

Shall do a courtesy to our wrath,] To do a courtesy is to gratify, to comply with. To pass is to pass a judicial sentence. corky arms.] Dry, withered, husky arms.

Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done

To pluck me by the beard.

Reg. So white, and such a traitor!
Glo.

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 you 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 lunatick

Speak.

king?

Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,

Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
And not from one oppos'd.

To Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at thy peril +-
Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer

that.

Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course 1.

Reg. Wherefore to Dover?

Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails

8 Will quicken,] i. e. quicken into life.

9 my hospitable favours-] Favours means the same as features, i. e. the different parts of which a face is composed.

+ "at peril"- MALONE.

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the course.] The running of the dogs upon me.