The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Lear._ The little dogs and all, 60
Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
_Edg._ Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you[3863]
curs![3863]
Be thy mouth or black or white,[3863]
Tooth that poisons if it bite;[3863] 65
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,[3863][3864]
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,[3863][3864][3865]
Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail,[3863][3866]
Tom will make them weep and wail:[3863][3867]
For, with throwing thus my head,[3863] 70
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.[3863][3868]
Do de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to wakes and fairs[3869][3870]
and market-towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.[3869][3871]
_Lear._ Then let them anatomize Regan; see what[3872][3873]
breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that[3872][3874] 75
makes these hard hearts? [_To Edgar_] You, sir, I entertain[3872][3875]
for one of my hundred; only I do not like the fashion[3872][3876]
of your garments. You will say they are Persian attire;[3872][3877]
but let them be changed.[3872]
_Kent._ Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.[3878] 80
_Lear._ Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains:[3879]
so, so, so. We'll go to supper i' the morning. So,[3879][3880]
so, so.
_Fool._ And I'll go to bed at noon.
_Re-enter_ GLOUCESTER.[3881]
_Glou._ Come hither, friend: where is the king my master?[3882] 85
_Kent._ Here, sir; but trouble him not: his wits are gone.
_Glou._ Good friend, I prithee, take him in thy arms;
I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him:
There is a litter ready; lay him in't,[3883][3884]
And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet[3883][3885] 90
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master:[3883]
If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life,[3883][3886]
With thine and all that offer to defend him,[3883]
Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up,[3883][3887]
And follow me, that will to some provision[3883] 95
Give thee quick conduct.
_Kent._ Oppressed nature sleeps.[3888][3889]
This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken sinews,[3888][3890]
Which, if convenience will not allow,[3888][3891][3892]
Stand in hard cure. [_To the Fool_] Come, help to bear thy
master;[3888][3891][3893]
Thou must not stay behind.[3888][3891]
_Glou._ Come, come, away. 100
[_Exeunt all but Edgar._[3894]
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