6. Scene VI. A Chamber in a Farmhouse adjoining the Castle.
[Enter Gloster, Lear, Kent, Fool, and Edgar.]
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.
All the power of his wits have given way to his impatience:--
the gods reward your kindness!
Frateretto calls me; and tells me Nero is an angler in the lake
of darkness.--Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.
Pr'ythee, nuncle, tell me whether a madman be a gentleman or a
A king, a king!
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.
To have a thousand with red burning spits
Come hissing in upon 'em,--
The foul fiend bites my back.
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health,
a boy's love, or a whore's oath.
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!--
Look, where he stands and glares!--Want'st thou eyes at trial,
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me,--
Her boat hath a leak,
And she must not speak
Why she dares not come over to thee.
The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale.
Hoppedance cries in Tom's belly for two white herring. Croak not,
black angel; I have no food for thee.