_Edg._ The foul fiend bites my back.[3828] _Fool._ He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf,[3828][3829] a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.[3828][3830] _Lear._ It shall be done; I will arraign them straight.[3828][3831] 20 [_To Edgar_] Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer;[3828][3832] [_To the Fool_] Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she foxes![3828][3833] _Edg._ Look, where he stands and glares! Wantest[3828][3834][3835][3836][3837] thou eyes at trial, madam?[3828][3834][3835][3837][3838] Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me.[3828][3834][3835][3839] 25 _Fool._ Her boat hath a leak,[3828][3834][3840][3841] And she must not speak[3828][3834][3841] Why she dares not come over to thee.[3828][3834] _Edg._ The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of[3828] a nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two white[3828] 30 herring. Croak not, black angel; I have no food for thee.[3828][3842] _Kent._ How do you, sir? Stand you not so amazed:[3828][3843] Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?[3828][3843][3844] _Lear._ I'll see their trial first. Bring in the evidence.[3828][3845][3846] [_To Edgar_] Thou robed man of justice take thy place;[3828][3845][3847] 35 [_To the Fool_] And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity,[3828][3845][3848] Bench by his side. [_To Kent_] You are o' the commission;[3828][3845][3849] Sit you too.[3828][3845] _Edg._ Let us deal justly.[3828][3845][3850] Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?[3828][3845][3850][3851][3852] 40 Thy sheep be in the corn;[3828][3845][3850][3852] And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,[3828][3845][3850][3852] Thy sheep shall take no harm.[3828][3845][3850][3852] Pur! the cat is gray.[3828][3845][3850] _Lear._ Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take my[3828][3845][3850][3853] 45 oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the poor[3828][3845][3853][3854] king her father.[3828][3845][3853] _Fool._ Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?[3828] _Lear._ She cannot deny it.[3828][3855] _Fool._ Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.[3828][3856] 50 _Lear._ And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim[3828][3857] What store her heart is made on. Stop her there![3828][3857][3858] Arms, arms, sword, fire! Corruption in the place![3828][3859] False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape?[3828] _Edg._ Bless thy five wits! 55 _Kent._ O pity! Sir, where is the patience now, That you so oft have boasted to retain?[3860] _Edg._ [_Aside_] My tears begin to take his part so much,[3861] They'll mar my counterfeiting.[3862]