[Tearing off his clothes.[3747]
Fool. Prithee, nuncle, be contented; 'tis a naughty night[3748]
to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an[3749]
old lecher's heart, a small spark, all the rest on's body cold.[3750]
Look, here comes a walking fire. 110
Enter Gloucester, with a torch.[3751]
Edg. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins at[3752]
curfew and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and[3753][3754]
the pin, squints the eye and makes the hare-lip; mildews[3754][3755]
the white wheat and hurts the poor creature of earth.[3756]
Saint Withold footed thrice the 'old;[3757][3758] 115
He met the night-mare and her nine-fold;[3757][3759]
Bid her alight,[3757][3760]
And her troth plight,[3757][3761]
And aroint thee, witch, aroint thee![3757][3762]
Kent. How fares your grace? 120
Lear. What's he?[3763]
Kent. Who's there? What is't you seek?[3764]
Glou. 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[3765] 125
of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for
sallets; swallows the old rat and the ditch-dog; drinks the[3766]
green mantle of the standing pool; who is whipped from
tithing to tithing, and stock-punished, and imprisoned;[3767]
who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to his body,[3768] 130
horse to ride and weapon to wear;[3769]