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Lear. The little dogs and all

Trey, Blanch, and Sweet hart, fee they barke at me.

Edg. Tom will throw his head at them, auant you curs, 70 Be thy mouth, or blacke, or white, tooth that poysons if it bite, Maftife, grayhoud, mungril, grim-houd or spaniel, brach or him, Bobtaile tike, or trudletaile, Tom will make them weep & waile, For with throwing thus my head, dogs leape the hatch and all are fled, loudla doodla come march to wakes, and faires, and market townes, poore Tom thy horne is dry.

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Lear. Then let them anotomize Regan, see what breeds about
Hart is there any cause in nature that makes this hardnes,
You fir, I entertaine you for one of my hundred,
Only I do not like the fashion of your garments youle say,
They are Perfian attire, but let them be chang'd.

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Kent. Now good my Lord lie here awhile.

Lear. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the curtains, fo, so, so,
Weele go to fupper it'h morning, so, so, so,

Enter Glofter.

Gloft. Come hither friend, where is the King my maister.

Kent. Here fir, but trouble him not his wits are gon.

Gloft. Good friend, I prithy take him in thy armes,

I haue or'e heard a plot of death vpon him,

Ther is a Litter ready lay him in't, & driue towards Douer frend,
Where thou shalt meet both welcome & protection, take vp thy
If thou should'ft dally halfe an houre, his life with thine (master,
And all that offer to defend him stand in affured loffe,

Take vp the King and followe me, that will to fome prouifion
Giue thee quicke conduct.

Kent. Oppreffed nature fleepes,

This reft might yet haue balmed thy broken finewes,
Which if conuenience will not alow ftand in hard cure,

Come helpe to beare thy maister, thou must not stay behind.

Gloft. Come, come away.

Exit.

Edg. When we our betters fee bearing our woes: we fcarcely

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Lear. The little dogges, and all;

Trey, Blanch, and Sweet-heart: fee, they barke at me.
Edg. Tom, will throw his head at them: Auaunt you
Curres, be thy mouth or blacke or white:

70 Tooth that poyfons if it bite:

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Maftiffe, Grey-hound, Mongrill, Grim,
Hound or Spaniell, Brache, or Hym:
Or Bobtaile tight, or Troudle taile,
Tom will make him weepe and waile,
For with throwing thus my head;
Dogs leapt the hatch, and all are fled.

Do, de, de, de: fefe: Come, march to Wakes and Fayres,
And Market Townes: poore Tom thy horne is dry,

Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan: See what
breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in Nature that
make these hard-hearts. You fir, I entertaine for one of
my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your gar-
ments. You will fay they are Perfian; but let them bee
chang'd.

Enter Glofter.

Kent. Now good my Lord, lye heere, and rest awhile. Lear. Make no noife, make no noife, draw the Curtaines: fo, fo, wee'l go to Supper i'th'morning.

Foole. And Ile go to bed at noone.

Glou. Come hither Friend:

Where is the King my Mafter?

Kent. Here Sir, but trouble him not, his wits are gon.
Glou. Good friend, I prythee take him in thy armes;
I haue ore-heard a plot of death vpon him:

There is a Litter ready, lay him in't,

And driue toward Douer friend, where thou shalt meete
Both welcome, and protection. Take vp thy Master,
If thou should'ft dally halfe an houre, his life
With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
Stand in affured loffe. Take vp, take vp,
And follow me, that will to some prouifion
Giue thee quicke conduct. Come, come, away.

Exeunt

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thinke, our miferies, our foes.

Who alone fuffers fuffers, moft it'h mind,

Leauing free things and happy showes behind,
But then the mind much fufferance doth or'e fcip,
When griefe hath mates, and bearing fellowship:
How light and portable my paine feemes now,

When that which makes me bend, makes the King bow.
He childed as I fathered, Tom away,

Marke the high noyfes and thy felfe bewray,

When falfe opinion whose wrong thoughts defile thee,

In thy iuft proofe repeals and reconciles thee,
What will hap more to night, fafe fcape the King,
Lurke, lurke.

Enter Cornwall, and Regan, and Gonorill, and Bastard.

III. vii.

Corn.

(letter Poft fpeedily to my Lord your husband fhew him this The army of France is landed, feeke out the vilaine Gloster.

Regan. Hang him instantly.

Gon. Plucke out his eyes.

Corn. Leaue him to my displeasure, Edmud keep you our fifter [51
(company.

The reuenge we are bound to take vpon your trayterous father,
10 Are not fit for your beholding, aduise the Duke where you are
To a most feftuant preparatio we are bound to the like, (going
Our poft shall be swift and intelligence betwixt vs,
Farewell deere sister, farewell my Lord of Gloster,
How now whers the King?

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Enter Steward.

Stew. My Lord of Gloster hath conueyd him hence,

Some fiue or fixe and thirtie of his Knights hot queftrits after
him, met him at gate, who with some other of the Lords depen-
dants are gone with him towards Douer, where they boast to
haue well armed friends.

Corn. Get horfes for your miftris.

Gon. Farewell fweet Lord and fifter.

Exit Gon. and Bast.

Corn. Edmund farewell: goe feeke the traytor Glofter.

Pinion him like a theefe, bring him before vs,
Though we may not paffe vpon his life

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III. vii.

Scena Septima.

Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Bastard,

and Seruants.

Corn. Pofte fpeedily to my Lord your husband, fhew him this Letter, the Army of France is landed: feeke out the Traitor Gloufter.

Reg. Hang him inftantly.

Gon. Plucke out his eyes.

Corn. Leaue him to my difpleasure. Edmond, keepe you our Sifter company: the reuenges wee are bound to take vppon your Traitorous Father, are not fit for your 10 beholding. Aduice the Duke where you are going, to a most festiuate preparation: we are bound to the like. Our Poftes fhall be fwift, and intelligent betwixt vs. Farewell deere Sifter, farewell my Lord of Glouster.

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Enter Steward.

How now? Where's the King?

Stew. My Lord of Gloufter hath conuey'd him hence Some fiue or fix and thirty of his Knights

Hot Queftrifts after him, met him at gate,

Who, with fome other of the Lords, dependants,

Are gone with him toward Douer; where they boast

To haue well armed Friends.

Corn. Get horfes for your Miftris.

Gon. Farewell fweet Lord, and Sifter.

Exit

Corn. Edmund farewell: go feek the Traitor Glofter,

Pinnion him like a Theefe, bring him before vs:

Though well we may not paffe vpon his life

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Without the forme of Iuftice, yet our power

Shall doe a curtefie to our wrath, which men may blame
But not controule, whofe there, the traytor?

Enter Glofter brought in by two or three,

Reg. Ingratfull Fox tis hee.

Corn. Bind faft his corkie armes.

Gloft. What meanes your Graces, good my friends confider,
You are my gefts, doe me no foule play friends.

Corn. Bind him I fay,

Reg. Hard hard, O filthie traytor!

Gloft. Vnmercifull Lady as you are, I am true.

Corn. To this chaire bind him, villaine thou shalt find

Gloft. By the kind Gods tis most ignobly done, to pluck me
by the beard.
Reg. So white and such a Traytor.

Gloft Naughty Ladie, thefe haires which thou doft rauifh from
Will quicken and accufe thee, I am your host.

40 With robbers hands, my hospitable fauours

You should not ruffell thus, what will you doe.

(my chin

Corn. Come fir, what letters had you late from France?

Reg. Be fimple anfwerer, for we know the truth.

Corn. And what confederacy haue you with the tratours late [52

footed in the kingdome?

Reg. To whofe hands you haue fent the lunatick King speake?

Reg. Wherefore to Douer? waft thou not charg'd at perill --

Corn. Wherefore to Douer? let him first answere that.
Glost. I am tide tot'h stake, and I must stand the courfe.

Reg. Wherefore to Douer fir?