Page 1863 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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FOOL
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.
LEAR
To have a thousand with red burning spits [15]
Come hizzing in upon ’em −
EDGAR
The foul fiend bites my back.
FOOL
He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love,
or a whore’s oath.
LEAR
It shall be done; I will arraign them straight. [20]
(To Edgar.) Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer;
(To the Fool.) Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she foxes!
EDGAR
Look where he stands and glares! Want’st thou eyes at trial, madam?
Come o’er the bourn, Bessy, to me, − [25]
FOOL
(sings) Her boat hath a leak,
And she must not speak;
Why she dares not come over to thee!
EDGAR
The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. Hoppedance
cries in Tom’s belly for two [30] white herring. Croak not, black angel; I have
no food for thee.
KENT
How do you, sir? Stand you not so amaz’d:
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?
