Edg. How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin.
Lear. Let me ask you one word in private.[3788]
Kent. Importune him once more to go, my lord;[3789][3790]
His wits begin to unsettle.[3789]
Glou. Canst thou blame him? [Storm still.[3791]155
His daughters seek his death: ah, that good Kent![3792]
He said it would be thus, poor banish'd man!
Thou say'st the king grows mad; I'll tell thee, friend,[3793]
I am almost mad myself: I had a son,[3794]
Now outlaw'd from my blood; he sought my life,[3795] 160
But lately, very late: I loved him, friend,
No father his son dearer: truth to tell thee,[3796]
The grief hath crazed my wits. What a night's this![3797]
I do beseech your grace,—[3798]
Lear. O, cry you mercy, sir.[3799]
Noble philosopher, your company.[3799] 165
Edg. Tom's a-cold.[3780]
Glou. In, fellow, there, into the hovel: keep thee warm.[3800]
Lear. Come, let's in all.
Kent. This way, my lord.
Lear. With him;[3801]
I will keep still with my philosopher.[3801]