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Kent. How fares your grace?

Enter GLOSTER, with a Torch.

Lear. What's he?

Kent. Who's there? what is't you seek?

Glo. What are you there? Your names?

Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water;' that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cowdung for sallets; swallows the old rat, and the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the standing pool; who is whipped from tything to tything," and stocked, punished, and imprisoned; who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear,But mice and rats and such small deer,

Have been Tom's food for seven long year.x

Beware 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.'

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
To obey in all your daughters' hard commands:
Though their injunction be to bar my doors,
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you;
Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out,

And bring you where both fire and food is ready.

t

the water;] i. e. The water-newt.

—whipped from tything to tything,] A tything is a division of a place, a district; the same in the country, as a ward in the city. In the Saxon times every hundred was divided into tythings.-STEEvens.

* This distich is from the old metrical romance of Sir Bevis.-PERCY.

y — Smolkin;] "The names of other punie spirits cast out of Trayford were these: Hilco, Smolkin, Hillio, &c." Harsnet, p. 49.-PERCY.

z The prince of darkness is a gentleman;

Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.] These lines which appear to be spoken in resentment of what Gloster has just said,-"Has your grace no better company?" are nearly the same as the concluding lines of an old catch, which is introduced by Sir John Suckling in The Goblins. It was most probably not his production, but the original here referred to by Edgar. Modo and Mahu are names of spirits of great power mentioned in Harsnet's Declaration.-STEMENS and REED.

a cannot suffer-] i. e. Cannot suffer me.- -M. MASON. VOL. VIII.

F

Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher :

What is the cause of thunder?

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. Impórtune 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,

Noble philosopher, your company.

Glo. In, fellow, there, to the hovel: keep thee warm.

Edg. Tom's a-cold.

Lear. Come, let's in all.

Kent.

This way, my lord.

Lear.

With him;

I will keep still with my philosopher.

Kent. Good my lord, sooth him; let him take the fellow.

Glo. Take him you on.

Kent. Sirrah, come on; go along with us.

Lear. Come, good Athenian.

Glo.

Hush.

No words, no words:

Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still,-Fie, foh, and fum,

I smell the blood of a British man.

[Exeunt.

b Child Rowland-] The word child (however it came to have this sense) is often applied to knights, &c. in old historical songs and romances.—PERCY.

SCENE V.

A Room in Gloster's Castle.

Enter CORNWALL and EDMUND.

Corn. 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 advantages 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 suspicions more fully.-I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that and my blood.

Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

A Chamber in a Farm-House, adjoining the Castle.
Enter GLOSTER, LEAR, Kent, Fool, and EDGAR.

Glo. 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.

e Provoking merit,] i. e. A merit he felt in himself, which irritated him against a father that had none.-M. MASON.

Kent. All the power of his wits has given way to his impatience. The gods reward your kindness!

[Exit GLOSTER. Edg. Frateretto calls me; and tells me, Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.

Fool. Pr'ythee, nuncle, tell me, whether a madman be a gentleman, or a yeoman?

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.

Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits Come hizzing in upon them :

Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.

Fool. He's mad, that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health,f a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign them straight:Come, sit thou there, most learned justicer;

[TO EDGAR. Thou, sapient sir, sit here. [To the Fool.]-Now, you she

foxes!

Edg. Look, where he stands and glares !——

Wantest thou eyes?

Lear.

At trial, madam ?8

Edgar. 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.

Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two

d Frateretto-Nero, &c.] Frateretto is one of the devils mentioned by Harsnet.-Nero is introduced at least 800 years before he was born.-MALONE. Pray, innocent,] Perhaps he is here addressing the fool. Fools were anciently called innocents.-STEEVENS.

A horse's health :] A horse is above all other animals subject to diseases.JOHNSON. Warburton and Ritson propose reading heels for health.

At trial, madam?] These words, on the authority of Dr. Johnson, 1 have given to Lear. In the old copy they are attributed to Edgar.

h

·bourn,] i. e. A rivulet.

white herring. Croak not, black angel; I have no food for thee.

Kent. How do you, sir? Stand you not so amaz'd: Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?

Lear. I'll see their trial first :-Bring in the evidence.— Thou robed man of justice, take thy place;

[To EDGAR.

And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity,

[To the Fool.

Bench by his side;-You are of the commission,

Sit you too.

[TO KENT.

Edg. Let us deal justly.

Sleepest, or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?

Thy sheep be in the corn;

And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,*
Thy sheep shall take no harm.

Pur! the cat is grey.

Lear. Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the poor king her father.

Fool. Come hither, mistress; Is your name Goneril? Lear. She cannot deny it.

Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool. Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim What store her heart is made of.-Stop her there! Arms, arms, sword, fire!-Corruption in the place! False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape? Edg. Bless thy five wits!

Kent. O pity-Sir, where is the patience now,

That you so oft have boasted to retain?

Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much,

They'll mar my counterfeiting.

Lear. The little dogs and all,

[Aside.

Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
Edg. Tom will throw his head at them :-Avaunt, you

curs!

• White herring,] i. e. Pickled herrings.—STEEVENS.

k

STEEVENS.

minikin mouth,] Minikin was anciently a term of endearment.—

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