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Kent.
Good,
my
Lord,
take
his
offer,
Go
into
th’
house.
Lear.
I’ll
take
a
word
with
this
same
learned
Theban:
What
is
your
study?
Edg.
How
to
prevent
the
Fiend
and
to
kill
Vermin.
Lear.
Let
us
ask
you
one
word
in
private.
.
Kent.
Importune
him
once
more
to
go,
my
Lord,
His
wits
begin
t’unsettle.
Glou.
Canst
thou
blame
him?
[Storm
still.
His
Daughters
seek
his
death:
Ah,
that
good
Kent,
He
said
it
would
be
thus:
Poor
banish’d
man:
Thou
sayest
the
King
grows
mad,
I’ll
tell
thee,
friend,
I
am
almost
mad
my
self,
I
had
a
Son,
Now
out
law’d
from
my
blood:
He
sought
my
life
But
lately:
Very
late:
I
lov’d
him
(friend)
No
Father
his
Son
dearer:
True
to
tell
thee,
The
grief
hath
craz’d
my
wits.
What
a
night’s
this?
I
do
beseech
your
grace.
Lear.
O
cry
you
mercy,
Sir:
Noble
Philosopher,
your
company.
Edg.
Tom’s
a
cold.
Glou.
In,
fellow,
there,
into
th’
Hovel;
keep
thee
warm.
Lear.
Come,
let’s
in
all.
Kent.
This
way,
my
Lord.
Lear.
With
him;
I
will
keep
still
with
my
Philosopher.
Kent.
Good,
my
Lord,
sooth
him:
Let
him
take
the
fellow.
Glou.
Take
him
you
on.
Kent.
Sirrah,
come
on:
Go
along
with
us.
Lear.
Come,
good
Athenian.
Glou.
No
words,
no
words,
hush.
Edg.
Child
Rowland
to
the
dark
Tower
came,
His
word
was
still,
fie,
foh,
and
fum,
I
smell
the
blood
of
a
Brittish
man.
[Exeunt.
Scena
Quinta.
Enter
Cornwall
and
Edmund.
Corn.
I
will
have
revenge,
e’rel
depart
his
house
Bast.
How,
my
Lord,
I
may
be
censured,
that
Nature
thus
gives
way
to
Loyalty,
something
fears
me
to
think
of.
Corn.
I
now
perceive,
it
was
not
altogether
your
Brothers
evil
disposition
made
him
seek
his
death:
But
a
provoking
merit
set
a
work
by
a
reprovable
badness
in
himself.
Bast.
How
malicious
is
my
fortune,
that
I
must
re-
pent
to
be
just?
This
is
the
Letter
which
he
spoke
of;
which
approves
him
an
intelligent
party
to
the
advanta-
ges
of
France.
O
Heavens!
That
this
Treason
were
not;
or
not
I
the
Detector.
Corn.
Go
with
me
to
the
Dutchess.
Bast.
If
the
matter
of
this
Paper
be
certain,
you
have
mighty
business
in
hand.
Corn.
True
or
false,
it
hath
made
thee
Earl
of
Glou-
cester:
Seek
out
where
thy
Father
is,
that
he
may
be
ready
for
our
apprehension.
Bast.
If
I
find
him
comforting
the
King,
it
will
stuff
his
suspition
more
fully.
I
will
persevere
in
my
course
of
Loyalty,
though
the
conflict
be
sore
between
that
and
my
blood.
Corn.
I
will
lay
trust
upon
thee;
and
thou
shalt
find
a
dear
father
in
my
Love.
[Exeunt.
Scena
Sexta.
Enter
Kent
and
Gloucester.
Glou.
Here
is
better
than
the
open
air,
take
it
thank-
fully:
l
will
piece
out
the
comfort
with
what
addition
I
can:
I
will
not
be
long
from
you.
[Exit.
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
An-
gler
in
the
Lake
of
Darkness:
Pray
innocent,
and
beware
the
foul
fiend.
Fool.
Prithe,
Nuncle,
tell
me,
whether
a
madman
be
a
Gentleman,
or
a
Yeoman.
Lear.
A
King,
a
King.
Fool.
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
Come
hizzing
in
upon
’em.
Edg.
Bless
thy
five
wits.
Kent.
O
pity:
Sir,
where
is
the
patience
now,
That
you
so
oft
have
boasted
to
remain?
Edg.
My
tears
begin
to
take
his
part
so
much,
They
marr
my
counterfeiting.
Lear.
The
little
dogs
and
all;
Tray,
Blanch,
and
Sweet-heart
:
See,
they
bark
at
me,
Edg.
Tom
will
throw
his
head
at
them:
Avaunt,
you
Currs,
be
thy
mouth
or
black
or
white:
Tooth
that
poisons
if
it
bite:
Mastiff,
Grey-hound,
Mungril,
Grim,
Hound
or
Spaniel,
Brache,
or
Hym:
Or
Bobtail
tike,
or
Troudle
tail,
Tom
will
make
him
weep
and
wail,
For
with
throwing
thus
my
head;
Dogs
leapt
the
hatch,
and
all
are
fled.
Do,
de,
de,
de:
Sese;
Come,
march
to
Wakes
and
Fairs,
And
Market
Towns:
poor
Tom,
thy
horn
is
dry.
[Exit.
Lear.
Then
let
them
Anatomize
Regan:
See
what
breeds
about
her
heart.
Is
there
any
cause
in
Nature
that
make
these
hard
hearts.
You,
Sir,
I
entertain
for
one
of
my
hundred;
only,
I
do
not
like
the
fashion
of
your
gar-
ments.
You
will
say
they
are
Persian;
but
let
them
be
chang’d.
Enter
Gloster.
Kent.
Now,
good
my
Lord,
lie
here,
and
rest
a
while.
Lear.
Make
no
noise,
make
no
noise,
draw
the
Cur-
tains
:
So,
so,
we’ll
go
to
supper
i’th’
Morning.
Fool.
And
I’ll
go
to
bed
at
noon.
Glou.
Come
hither,
friend;
Where
is
the
King,
my
Master?
Kent.
Here,
Sir,
but
trouble
him
not,
his
wits
are
gone.
Glou.
Good
friend,
I
prithee
take
him
in
thy
arms;
I
have
o’reheard
a
plot
of
death
upon
him:
There
is
a
Litter
ready,
lay
him
in’t,
And
drive
toward
Dover,
friend,
where
thou
shalt
meet
Both
welcome
aud
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.
Come,
come,
away.
[Exeunt.
Iii
3
Scena
The
Tragedy
of
King
Lear.
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