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The greefe hath craz'd my wits. What a night's this?
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I do beseech your grace
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Lear. O cry you mercy, Sir:
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Noble Philosopher, your company
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Edg. Tom's a cold
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Glou. In fellow there, into th' Houel; keep thee warm
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Lear. Come, let's in all
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Kent. This way, my Lord
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Lear. With him;
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I will keepe still with my Philosopher
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Kent. Good my Lord, sooth him:
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Let him take the Fellow
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Glou. Take him you on
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Kent. Sirra, come on: go along with vs
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Lear. Come, good Athenian
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Glou. No words, no words, hush
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Edg. Childe Rowland to the darke Tower came,
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His word was still, fie, foh, and fumme,
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I smell the blood of a Brittish man.
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Exeunt.
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Scena Quinta.
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Enter Cornwall, and Edmund.
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Corn. I will haue my reuenge, ere I depart his house
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Bast. How my Lord, I may be censured, that Nature
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thus giues way to Loyaltie, something feares mee to
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thinke of
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Cornw. I now perceiue, it was not altogether your
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Brothers euill disposition made him seeke his death: but
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a prouoking merit set a-worke by a reprouable badnesse
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in himselfe
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Bast. How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent
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to be iust? This is the Letter which hee spoake of;
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which approues him an intelligent partie to the aduantages
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of France. O Heauens! that this Treason were not;
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or not I the detector
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Corn. Go with me to the Dutchesse
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Bast. If the matter of this Paper be certain, you haue
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mighty businesse in hand
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Corn. True or false, it hath made thee Earle of Gloucester:
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seeke out where thy Father is, that hee may bee
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ready for our apprehension
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Bast. If I finde him comforting the King, it will stuffe
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his suspition more fully. I will perseuer in my course of
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Loyalty, though the conflict be sore betweene that, and
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my blood
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Corn. I will lay trust vpon thee: and thou shalt finde
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a deere Father in my loue.
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Exeunt.
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Scena Sexta.
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Enter Kent, and Gloucester.
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Glou. Heere is better then the open ayre, take it thankfully:
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I will peece out the comfort with what addition I
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can: I will not be long from you.
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Exit
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Kent. All the powre of his wits, haue giuen way to his
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impatience: the Gods reward your kindnesse.
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Enter Lear, Edgar, and Foole.
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Edg. Fraterretto cals me, and tells me Nero is an Angler
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in the Lake of Darknesse: pray Innocent, and beware
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the foule Fiend
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