Storm still.
His daughters seek his death. Ah, that good Kent!
He said it would be thus- poor banish"d man!
Thou say"st the King grows mad: I"ll tell thee, friend, I am almost mad myself. I had a son, Now outlaw"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.
n.o.ble philosopher, your company.
Edg. Tom"s acold.
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, soothe 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 British man.
Exeunt.
Scene V.
Gloucester"s Castle.
Enter Cornwall and Edmund.
Corn. I will have my revenge ere I depart his house.
Edm. 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 brother"s evil disposition made him seek his death; but a provoking merit, set awork by a reproveable badness in himself.
Edm. How malicious is my fortune that I must repent to be just!
This is the letter he spoke of, which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France. O heavens!
that this treason were not- or not I the detector!
Corn. Go with me to the d.u.c.h.ess.
Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, you have mighty business in hand.
Corn. True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester.
Seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our apprehension.
Edm. [aside] If I find him comforting the King, it will stuff his suspicion more fully.- I will persever 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 dearer father in my love.
Exeunt.
Scene VI.
A farmhouse near Gloucester"s Castle.
Enter Gloucester, Lear, Kent, Fool, and Edgar.
Glou. 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.
Kent. All the power of his wits have given way to his impatience.
The G.o.ds reward your kindness!
Exit [Gloucester].
Edg. Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.
Fool. Prithee, 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 mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him.
Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits Come hizzing in upon "em- Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.
Fool. He"s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse"s health, a boy"s love, or a wh.o.r.e"s oath.
Lear. It shall be done; I will arraign them straight.
[To Edgar] Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer.
[To the Fool] Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she-foxes!
Edg. Look, where he stands and glares! Want"st thou eyes at trial, madam?
Come o"er the bourn, Bessy, to me.
Fool. Her boat hath a leak, And she must not speak Why she dares not come over to thee.
Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale.
Hoppedance cries in Tom"s belly for two white herring. Croak not, black angel; I have no food for thee.
Kent. How do you, sir? Stand you not so amaz"d.
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?
Lear. I"ll see their trial first. Bring in their evidence.
[To Edgar] Thou, robed man of justice, take thy place.
[To the Fool] And thou, his yokefellow of equity, Bench by his side. [To Kent] You are o" th" commission, Sit you too.
Edg. Let us deal justly.
Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
Thy sheep be in the corn; And for one blast of thy minikin mouth Thy sheep shall take no harm.
Purr! the cat is gray.
Lear. Arraign her first. "Tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honourable a.s.sembly, 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 joint-stool.
Lear. And here"s another, whose warp"d looks proclaim What store her heart is made on. 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. [aside] My tears begin to take his part so much They"ll mar my counterfeiting.
Lear. The little dogs and all, 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, Tooth that poisons if it bite; Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, Hound or spaniel, brach or lym, Bobtail tyke or trundle-tall- 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? [To Edgar] You, sir- I entertain you for one of my hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your garments.
You"ll say they are Persian attire; but let them be chang"d.
Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.
Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains.