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Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curl'd my hair; 57 wore gloves in my cap, served the lust of my mistress's heart, and did the act of darkness with her ; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven: one, that slept in the contriving of lust, and waked to do it: Wine loved I deeply; dice dearly; and in woman, out-paramour'd the Turk: False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; Hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes, nor the rustling of silks, betray thy poor heart to women : Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend.-Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind: 58 Says suum, mun, ha no nonny, dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa ; let him trot by.
[storm continues. Lear. Why, thou were better in thy grave, than to answer with thy uncover'd body this extremity of the skies.- Is man no more than this? Consider him well: Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume:-Ha! here's three of us are sophisticated !-Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.-Off, off, you lendings:-Come; unbutton here.
[tearing off his clothes. Fool. Prythee, nuncle, be contented; this is a naughty night to swim in.-Now a little fire in a wild
field were like an old lecher's heart; a small spark, all the rest of his body cold.-Look, here comes a walking fire.
Edg. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet 59: he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin®, squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip; mildews. the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth.
Saint Withold footed thrice the wold;
Bid her alight,
And her truth plight,
Kent. How fares your grace?
Enter GLOSTER, with a torch,
Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water 6l; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old rat, and the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the standing pool; who is whipp'd from tything to tything, and stock’d, punish'd, and imprison'd; who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear,
But mice, and rals, and such small deer,
Bewarę my follower :--Peace, Smolkin; peace, thou
fiend! Glo. What, hath your grace no better company?
Edg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman; Modo he's call’d, and Mahu 62.
Glo. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so vile, That it doth hate what gets it.
Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.
Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer
Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher:-
Kent. Good my lord, take his offer; Go into the house. Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned
Theban : What is your study?
Edg: How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin, Lear. Let me ask you one word in private.
Kent. Importune him once more to go, my lord, His wits begin to unsettle. Glo.
Can'st thou blame him?
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,
[Storm continues. The grief hath craz’d my wits. What a night's this! I do beseech your grace, Lear.
O, cry you mercy,
Edg. Tom's a-cold.
This way, my lord. Lear.
No words, no words:
I smell the blood of a British man, [Exeunt.
A Room in Gloster's Castle.
Enter CORNWALL and EDMUND).
Corr. 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 a-work 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 adyantages of France. O heavens! that this treason were not, or not I the detector!
Corn. Go with me to the duchess.
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 Gloster. 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 persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that and my blood.