Do de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to wakes and fairs[3869][3870]
and market-towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.[3869][3871]
Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan; see what[3872][3873]
breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that[3872][3874] 75
makes these hard hearts? [To Edgar] You, sir, I entertain[3872][3875]
for one of my hundred; only I do not like the fashion[3872][3876]
of your garments. You will say they are Persian attire;[3872][3877]
but let them be changed.[3872]
Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.[3878] 80
Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains:[3879]
so, so, so. We'll go to supper i' the morning. So,[3879][3880]
so, so.
Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.
Re-enter Gloucester.[3881]
Glou. Come hither, friend: where is the king my master?[3882] 85
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,[3883][3884]
And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet[3883][3885] 90
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master:[3883]
If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life,[3883][3886]
With thine and all that offer to defend him,[3883]
Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up,[3883][3887]
And follow me, that will to some provision[3883] 95
Give thee quick conduct.
Kent. Oppressed nature sleeps.[3888][3889]
This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken sinews,[3888][3890]
Which, if convenience will not allow,[3888][3891][3892]
Stand in hard cure. [To the Fool] Come, help to bear thy master;[3888][3891][3893]
Thou must not stay behind.[3888][3891]