gin to take his part so much,

They'll mar my counterfeiting.

Lear. The little dogs and all,

Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at

me.

Edg. Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs!

Be thy mouth or black or white,

Tooth that poisons if it bite; Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,

Hound or spaniel, brach or

lym;

Or bobtail tike or trundletail;

Tom will make them weep and wail:

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.

thy horn is dry.

Poor Tom,

Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan, see what breeds 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.

Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile. Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains: so, so, so. We'll go to supper i' the morning: so, so, so. Fool. And I'll go to bed at

noon.

Re-enter GLOUCESTER.

Glou. Come hither, friend: where is the king my master?

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,

And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt

meet

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

Give thee quick conduct. Kent. Oppressed nature sleeps:

This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken sinews, Which, if convenience will not allow,

Stand in hard cure.

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