_Edg._ A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair; wore gloves in my cap; served the lust of[3732] my mistress' heart and did the act of darkness with her;[3733] 85 swore as many oaths as I spake words and broke them in the sweet face of heaven: one that slept in the contriving of[3734] lust and waked to do it: wine loved I deeply, dice dearly,[3735] and in woman out-paramoured the Turk: false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth,[3736] 90 wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray thy[3737] poor heart to woman: keep thy foot out of brothels, thy[3738] hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and defy[3739] the foul fiend. 95 'Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind.'[3740] Says suum, mun, ha, no, nonny.[3741] Dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa! let him trot by. [_Storm still._[3742] _Lear._ Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer[3743][3744] with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies.[3744] 100 Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest[3744][3745] the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the[3744] cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated.[3744][3746] Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more[3744] but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off,[3744] 105 you lendings! come, unbutton here.[3744] [_Tearing off his clothes._[3747] _Fool._ Prithee, nuncle, be contented; 'tis a naughty night[3748] to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an[3749] old lecher's heart, a small spark, all the rest on's body cold.[3750] Look, here comes a walking fire. 110 _Enter_ GLOUCESTER, _with a torch_.[3751] _Edg._ This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins at[3752] curfew and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and[3753][3754] the pin, squints the eye and makes the hare-lip; mildews[3754][3755] the white wheat and hurts the poor creature of earth.[3756] Saint Withold footed thrice the 'old;[3757][3758] 115 He met the night-mare and her nine-fold;[3757][3759] Bid her alight,[3757][3760] And her troth plight,[3757][3761] And aroint thee, witch, aroint thee![3757][3762] _Kent._ How fares your grace? 120 _Lear._ What's he?[3763] _Kent._ Who's there? What is't you seek?[3764] _Glou._ What are you there? Your names?