| ACT III SCENE VI | A chamber in a farmhouse adjoining the castle. | |
| | Enter GLOUCESTER, KING LEAR, KENT, Fool, and EDGAR | |
| GLOUCESTER | 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 | 5 |
| | impatience: the gods reward your kindness! | |
| | Exit GLOUCESTER | |
| EDGAR | 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 | 10 |
| | gentleman or a yeoman? | |
| KING 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. | 15 |
| KING LEAR | To have a thousand with red burning spits | |
| | Come hissing in upon 'em,-- | |
| EDGAR | 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 whore's oath. | 20 |
| KING 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! | |
| EDGAR | Look, where he stands and glares! | |
| | Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam? | 25 |
| | 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. | |
| EDGAR | The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a | 30 |
| | nightingale. Hopdance 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 amazed: | |
| | Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions? | 35 |
| KING LEAR | I'll see their trial first. Bring in the evidence. | |
| | To EDGAR | |
| | Thou robed man of justice, take thy place; | |
| | To the Fool | |
| | And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity, | |
| | Bench by his side: | |
| | To KENT | |
| | you are o' the commission, | 40 |
| | Sit you too. | |
| EDGAR | Let us deal justly. | |
| | Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd? | |
| | Thy sheep be in the corn; | |
| | And for one blast of thy minikin mouth, | 45 |
| | Thy sheep shall take no harm. | |
| | Pur! the cat is gray. | |
| KING LEAR | Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take my | |
| | oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the | |
| | poor king her father. | 50 |
| Fool | Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril? | |
| KING LEAR | She cannot deny it. | |
| Fool | Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool. | |
| KING LEAR | And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim | |
| | What store her heart is made on. Stop her there! | 55 |
| | Arms, arms, sword, fire! Corruption in the place! | |
| | False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape? | |
| EDGAR | Bless thy five wits! | |
| KENT | O pity! Sir, where is the patience now, | |
| | That thou so oft have boasted to retain? | 60 |
| EDGAR | Aside | |
| | They'll mar my counterfeiting. | |
| KING LEAR | The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and | |
| | Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me. | |
| EDGAR | Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs! | |
| | Be thy mouth or black or white, | 65 |
| | Tooth that poisons if it bite; | |
| | Mastiff, grey-hound, mongrel grim, | |
| | Hound or spaniel, brach or lym, | |
| | Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail, | |
| | Tom will make them weep and wail: | 70 |
| | 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. | |
| KING LEAR | Then let them anatomize Regan; see what breeds | 75 |
| | about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that | |
| | makes these hard hearts? | |
| | To EDGAR | |
| | You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only I | |
| | do not like the fashion of your garments: you will | |
| | say they are Persian attire: but let them be changed. | 80 |
| KENT | Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile. | |
| KING LEAR | Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains: | |
| | so, so, so. We'll go to supper i' he morning. So, so, so. | |
| Fool | And I'll go to bed at noon. | |
| | Re-enter GLOUCESTER | |
| GLOUCESTER | Come hither, friend: where is the king my master? | 85 |
| KENT | Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits are gone. | |
| GLOUCESTER | 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, | |
| | And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet | 90 |
| | Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master: | |
| | If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life, | |
| | With thine, and all that offer to defend him, | |
| | Stand in assured loss: take up, take up; | |
| | And follow me, that will to some provision | 95 |
| | Give thee quick conduct. | |
| KENT | Oppressed nature sleeps: | |
| | This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses, | |
| | Which, if convenience will not allow, | |
| | Stand in hard cure. | 100 |
| | To the Fool | |
| | Come, help to bear thy master; | |
| | Thou must not stay behind. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Come, come, away. | |
| | Exeunt all but EDGAR | |
| EDGAR | When we our betters see bearing our woes, | |
| | We scarcely think our miseries our foes. | 105 |
| | Who alone suffers suffers most i' the mind, | |
| | Leaving free things and happy shows behind: | |
| | But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er skip, | |
| | When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship. | |
| | How light and portable my pain seems now, | 110 |
| | When that which makes me bend makes the king bow, | |
| | He childed as I father'd! Tom, away! | |
| | Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray, | |
| | When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee, | |
| | In thy just proof, repeals and reconciles thee. | 115 |
| | What will hap more to-night, safe 'scape the king! | |
| | Lurk, lurk. | |
| | Exit | |