The Tragedy of King Lear

Scene II. Another part of the heath

Storm still. Enter Lear and Fool.

  Lear. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!     You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout     Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!     You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires,     Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,     Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,     Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world,     Crack Nature's moulds, all germains spill at once,     That makes ingrateful man!  Fool. O nuncle, court holy water in a dry house is better thanthis     rain water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thydaughters     blessing! Here's a night pities nether wise men nor fools.  Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!     Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.     I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.     I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,     You owe me no subscription. Then let fall     Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave,     A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.     But yet I call you servile ministers,     That will with two pernicious daughters join     Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head     So old and white as this! O! O! 'tis foul!  Fool. He that has a house to put 's head in has a goodhead-piece.          The codpiece that will house            Before the head has any,          The head and he shall louse:            So beggars marry many.          The man that makes his toe            What he his heart should make          Shall of a corn cry woe,            And turn his sleep to wake.     For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a     glass.

Enter Kent.

  Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience;     I will say nothing.  Kent. Who's there?  Fool. Marry, here's grace and a codpiece; that's a wise man anda     fool.  Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? Things that love night     Love not such nights as these. The wrathful skies     Gallow the very wanderers of the dark     And make them keep their caves. Since I was man,     Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,     Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never     Remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry     Th' affliction nor the fear.  Lear. Let the great gods,     That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads,     Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,     That hast within thee undivulged crimes     Unwhipp'd of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand;     Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue     That art incestuous. Caitiff, in pieces shake     That under covert and convenient seeming     Hast practis'd on man's life. Close pent-up guilts,     Rive your concealing continents, and cry     These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man     More sinn'd against than sinning.  Kent. Alack, bareheaded?     Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;     Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest.     Repose you there, whilst I to this hard house     (More harder than the stones whereof 'tis rais'd,     Which even but now, demanding after you,     Denied me to come in) return, and force     Their scanted courtesy.  Lear. My wits begin to turn.     Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?     I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?     The art of our necessities is strange,     That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.     Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart     That's sorry yet for thee.  Fool. [sings]          He that has and a little tiny wit-            With hey, ho, the wind and the rain-          Must make content with his fortunes fit,             For the rain it raineth every day.  Lear. True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this hovel.Exeunt [Lear and Kent]  Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtesan. I'll speak a     prophecy ere I go:          When priests are more in word than matter;          When brewers mar their malt with water;          When nobles are their tailors' tutors,          No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors;          When every case in law is right,          No squire in debt nor no poor knight;          When slanders do not live in tongues,          Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;          When usurers tell their gold i' th' field,          And bawds and whores do churches build:          Then shall the realm of Albion          Come to great confusion.          Then comes the time, who lives to see't,          That going shall be us'd with feet.     This prophecy Merlin shall make, for I live before his time.

Exit.

Scene III. Gloucester's Castle

Enter Gloucester and Edmund.

  Glou. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing!When     I desir'd their leave that I might pity him, they took fromme     the use of mine own house, charg'd me on pain of perpetual     displeasure neither to speak of him, entreat for him, norany     way sustain him.  Edm. Most savage and unnatural!  Glou. Go to; say you nothing. There is division betwixt theDukes,     and a worse matter than that. I have received a letter this     night- 'tis dangerous to be spoken- I have lock'd the letterin     my closet. These injuries the King now bears will berevenged     home; there's part of a power already footed; we mustincline to     the King. I will seek him and privily relieve him. Go youand     maintain talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him     perceived. If he ask for me, I am ill and gone to bed.Though I     die for't, as no less is threat'ned me, the King my oldmaster     must be relieved. There is some strange thing toward,Edmund.     Pray you be careful. Exit.  Edm. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the Duke     Instantly know, and of that letter too.     This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me     That which my father loses- no less than all.     The younger rises when the old doth fall. Exit.

Scene IV. The heath. Before a hovel

Storm still. Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool.

  Kent. Here is the place, my lord. Good my lord, enter.     The tyranny of the open night 's too rough     For nature to endure.  Lear. Let me alone.  Kent. Good my lord, enter here.  Lear. Wilt break my heart?  Kent. I had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter.  Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm     Invades us to the skin. So 'tis to thee;     But where the greater malady is fix'd,     The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear;     But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea,     Thou'dst meet the bear i' th' mouth. When the mind's free,     The body's delicate. The tempest in my mind     Doth from my senses take all feeling else     Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude!     Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand     For lifting food to't? But I will punish home!     No, I will weep no more. In such a night     'To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure.     In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril!     Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all!     O, that way madness lies; let me shun that!     No more of that.  Kent. Good my lord, enter here.  Lear. Prithee go in thyself; seek thine own ease.     This tempest will not give me leave to ponder     On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in.     [To the Fool] In, boy; go first. – You houseless poverty-     Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.                                                    Exit [Fool].     Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,     That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,     How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,     Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you     From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en     Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;     Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,     That thou mayst shake the superflux to them     And show the heavens more just.  Edg. [within] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom!

Enter Fool [from the hovel].

  Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help me, helpme!  Kent. Give me thy hand. Who's there?  Fool. A spirit, a spirit! He says his name's poor Tom.  Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i' th' straw?     Come forth.

Enter Edgar [disguised as a madman].

Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me! Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. Humh! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters, and art thou come to this? Edg. Who gives anything to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow and halters in his pew, set ratsbane by his porridge, made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting horse over four-inch'd bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor. Bless thy five wits! Tom 's acold. O, do de, do de, do de. Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes. There could I have him now- and there- and there again- and there! Storm still. Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to this pass? Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give 'em all? Fool. Nay, he reserv'd a blanket, else we had been all sham'd. Lear. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air Hang fated o'er men's faults light on thy daughters! Kent. He hath no daughters, sir. Lear. Death, traitor! nothing could have subdu'd nature To such a lowness but his unkind daughters. Is it the fashion that discarded fathers Should have thus little mercy on their flesh? Judicious punishment! 'Twas this flesh begot Those pelican daughters. Edg. Pillicock sat on Pillicock's Hill. 'Allow, 'allow, loo, loo! Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen. Edg. Take heed o' th' foul fiend; obey thy parents: keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. Tom 's acold. Lear. What hast thou been? Edg. A servingman, proud in heart and mind; that curl'd my hair, wore gloves in my cap; serv'd the lust of my mistress' heart and did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven; one that slept in the contriving of lust, and wak'd to do it. Wine lov'd I deeply, dice dearly; and in woman out-paramour'd the Turk. False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray thy poor heart to woman. Keep thy foot out of brothel, thy hand out of placket, thy pen from lender's book, and defy the foul fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind; says suum, mun, hey, no, nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa! let him trot by. Storm still. Lear. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncover'd body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! Here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! Come, unbutton here. [Tears at his clothes.] Fool. Prithee, nuncle, be contented! 'Tis a naughty night to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher's heart- a small spark, all the rest on's body cold. Look, here comes a walking fire.

Enter Gloucester with a torch.

  Edg. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet. He begins atcurfew,     and walks till the first cock. He gives the web and the pin,     squints the eye, and makes the harelip; mildews the whitewheat,     and hurts the poor creature of earth.           Saint Withold footed thrice the 'old;           He met the nightmare, and her nine fold;              Bid her alight              And her troth plight,           And aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!  Kent. How fares your Grace?  Lear. What's he?  Kent. Who's there? What is't you seek?  Glou. What are you there? Your names?  Edg. Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, thetodpole,     the wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart,when     the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets, swallowsthe     old rat and the ditch-dog, drinks the green mantle of the     standing pool; who is whipp'd from tithing to tithing, and     stock-punish'd and imprison'd; who hath had three suits tohis     back, six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapons to     wear;          But mice and rats, and such small deer,          Have been Tom's food for seven long year.     Beware my follower. Peace, Smulkin! peace, thou fiend!  Glou. What, hath your Grace no better company?  Edg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman!     Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.  Glou. Our flesh and blood is grown so vile, my lord,     That it doth hate what gets it.  Edg. Poor Tom 's acold.  Glou. Go in with me. My duty cannot suffer     T' obey in all your daughters' hard commands.     Though their injunction be to bar my doors     And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,     Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out     And bring you where both fire and food is ready.  Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher.     What is the cause of thunder?  Kent. Good my lord, take his offer; go into th' house.  Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.     What is your study?  Edg. How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin.  Lear. Let me ask you one word in private.  Kent. Importune him once more to go, my lord.     His wits begin t' unsettle.  Glou. Canst thou blame him?                                                    Storm still.     His daughters seek his death. Ah, that good Kent!     He said it would be thus- poor banish'd man!     Thou say'st the King grows mad: I'll tell thee, friend,     I am almost mad myself. I had a son,     Now outlaw'd from my blood. He sought my life     But lately, very late. I lov'd him, friend-     No father his son dearer. True to tell thee,     The grief hath craz'd my wits. What a night 's this!     I do beseech your Grace-  Lear. O, cry you mercy, sir.     Noble philosopher, your company.  Edg. Tom's acold.  Glou. In, fellow, there, into th' hovel; keep thee warm.  Lear. Come, let's in all.  Kent. This way, my lord.  Lear. With him!     I will keep still with my philosopher.  Kent. Good my lord, soothe him; let him take the fellow.  Glou. Take him you on.  Kent. Sirrah, come on; go along with us.  Lear. Come, good Athenian.  Glou. No words, no words! hush.  Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came;     His word was still          Fie, foh, and fum!          I smell the blood of a British man.Exeunt

Scene V. Gloucester's Castle

Enter Cornwall and Edmund.

  Corn. I will have my revenge ere I depart his house.  Edm. How, my lord, I may be censured, that nature thus givesway to     loyalty, something fears me to think of.  Corn. I now perceive it was not altogether your brother's evil     disposition made him seek his death; but a provoking merit,set     awork by a reproveable badness in himself.  Edm. How malicious is my fortune that I must repent to be just!     This is the letter he spoke of, which approves him an     intelligent party to the advantages of France. O heavens!that     this treason were not- or not I the detector!  Corn. Go with me to the Duchess.  Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, you have mighty     business in hand.  Corn. True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester.     Seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our     apprehension.  Edm. [aside] If I find him comforting the King, it will stuffhis     suspicion more fully. – I will persever in my course ofloyalty,     though the conflict be sore between that and my blood.  Corn. I will lay trust upon thee, and thou shalt find a dearer     father in my love.Exeunt

Scene VI. A farmhouse near Gloucester's Castle

Enter Gloucester, Lear, Kent, Fool, and Edgar.

  Glou. Here is better than the open air; take it thankfully. Iwill     piece out the comfort with what addition I can. I will notbe     long from you.  Kent. All the power of his wits have given way to hisimpatience.     The gods reward your kindness!Exit [Gloucester]  Edg. Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an angler in the     lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.  Fool. Prithee, nuncle, tell me whether a madman be a gentlemanor a     yeoman.  Lear. A king, a king!  Fool. No, he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son; forhe's a     mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him.  Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits     Come hizzing in upon 'em-  Edg. 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.     [To Edgar] Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer.     [To the Fool] Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, youshe-foxes!  Edg. Look, where he stands and glares! Want'st thou eyes attrial,     madam?Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me.  Fool. Her boat hath a leak,             And she must not speak           Why she dares not come over to thee.  Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of anightingale.     Hoppedance cries in Tom's belly for two 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?  Lear. I'll see their trial first. Bring in their evidence.     [To Edgar] Thou, robed man of justice, take thy place.     [To the Fool] And thou, his yokefellow of equity,     Bench by his side. [To Kent] You are o' th' commission,     Sit you too.  Edg. Let us deal justly.          Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?            Thy sheep be in the corn;          And for one blast of thy minikin mouth            Thy sheep shall take no harm.     Purr! the cat is gray.  Lear. Arraign her first. 'Tis Goneril. I here take my oathbefore     this honourable assembly, she kicked the poor King herfather.  Fool. Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?  Lear. She cannot deny it.  Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.  Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim     What store her heart is made on. Stop her there!     Arms, arms! sword! fire! Corruption in the place!     False justicer, why hast thou let her scape?  Edg. Bless thy five wits!  Kent. O pity! Sir, where is the patience now     That you so oft have boasted to retain?  Edg. [aside] My tears begin to take his part so much     They'll mar my counterfeiting.  Lear. The little dogs and all,     Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.  Edg. Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs!           Be thy mouth or black or white,           Tooth that poisons if it bite;           Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,           Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,           Bobtail tyke or trundle-tall-           Tom will make them weep and wail;           For, with throwing thus my head,           Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.     Do de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to wakes and fairs andmarket     towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.  Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan. See what breeds about her     heart. Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard     hearts? [To Edgar] You, sir- I entertain you for one of my     hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your garments.You'll     say they are Persian attire; but let them be chang'd.  Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.  Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains.     So, so, so. We'll go to supper i' th' morning. So, so, so.  Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.

Enter Gloucester.

  Glou. Come hither, friend. Where is the King my master?  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     And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet     Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master.     If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life,     With thine, and all that offer to defend him,     Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up!     And follow me, that will to some provision     Give thee quick conduct.  Kent. Oppressed nature sleeps.     This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses,     Which, if convenience will not allow,     Stand in hard cure. [To the Fool] Come, help to bear thymaster.     Thou must not stay behind.  Glou. Come, come, away!Exeunt [all but Edgar]  Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes,     We scarcely think our miseries our foes.     Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind,     Leaving free things and happy shows behind;     But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip     When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.     How light and portable my pain seems now,     When that which makes me bend makes the King bow,     He childed as I fathered! Tom, away!     Mark the high noises, and thyself bewray     When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee,     In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee.     What will hap more to-night, safe scape the King!     Lurk, lurk. [Exit.]

Scene VII. Gloucester's Castle

Enter Cornwall, Regan, Goneril, [Edmund the] Bastard, and Servants.

  Corn. [to Goneril] Post speedily to my lord your husband, showhim     this letter. The army of France is landed. – Seek out thetraitor     Gloucester.[Exeunt some of the Servants.]  Reg. Hang him instantly.  Gon. Pluck out his eyes.  Corn. Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our sister     company. The revenges we are bound to take upon yourtraitorous     father are not fit for your beholding. Advise the Duke whereyou     are going, to a most festinate preparation. We are bound tothe     like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligent betwixt us.     Farewell, dear sister; farewell, my Lord of Gloucester.

Enter [Oswald the] Steward.

     How now? Where's the King?  Osw. My Lord of Gloucester hath convey'd him hence.     Some five or six and thirty of his knights,     Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;     Who, with some other of the lord's dependants,     Are gone with him towards Dover, where they boast     To have well-armed friends.  Corn. Get horses for your mistress.  Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.  Corn. Edmund, farewell.                           Exeunt Goneril, [Edmund, and Oswald].     Go seek the traitor Gloucester,     Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us.                                        [Exeunt other Servants.]     Though well we may not pass upon his life     Without the form of justice, yet our power     Shall do a court'sy to our wrath, which men     May blame, but not control.

Enter Gloucester, brought in by two or three.

     Who's there? the traitor?  Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.  Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.  Glou. What mean, your Graces? Good my friends, consider     You are my guests. Do me no foul play, friends.  Corn. Bind him, I say.                                            [Servants bind him.]  Reg. Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!  Glou. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none.  Corn. To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find-                                       [Regan plucks his beard.]  Glou. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done     To pluck me by the beard.  Reg. So white, and such a traitor!  Glou. Naughty lady,     These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin     Will quicken, and accuse thee. I am your host.     With robber's hands my hospitable favours     You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?  Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from France?  Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth.  Corn. And what confederacy have you with the traitors     Late footed in the kingdom?  Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatic King?     Speak.  Glou. I have a letter guessingly set down,     Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,     And not from one oppos'd.  Corn. Cunning.  Reg. And false.  Corn. Where hast thou sent the King?  Glou. To Dover.  Reg. Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at peril-  Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that.  Glou. I am tied to th' stake, and I must stand the course.  Reg. Wherefore to Dover, sir?  Glou. Because I would not see thy cruel nails     Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister     In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.     The sea, with such a storm as his bare head     In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up     And quench'd the steeled fires.     Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain.     If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,     Thou shouldst have said, 'Good porter, turn the key.'     All cruels else subscrib'd. But I shall see     The winged vengeance overtake such children.  Corn. See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair.     Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.  Glou. He that will think to live till he be old,     Give me some help! – O cruel! O ye gods!  Reg. One side will mock another. Th' other too!  Corn. If you see vengeance-  1. Serv. Hold your hand, my lord!     I have serv'd you ever since I was a child;     But better service have I never done you     Than now to bid you hold.  Reg. How now, you dog?  1. Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin,     I'ld shake it on this quarrel.  Reg. What do you mean?  Corn. My villain! Draw and fight.  1. Serv. Nay, then, come on, and take the chance of anger.  Reg. Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus?                        She takes a sword and runs at him behind.  1. Serv. O, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye left     To see some mischief on him. O! He dies.  Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly!     Where is thy lustre now?  Glou. All dark and comfortless! Where's my son Edmund?     Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature     To quit this horrid act.  Reg. Out, treacherous villain!     Thou call'st on him that hates thee. It was he     That made the overture of thy treasons to us;     Who is too good to pity thee.  Glou. O my follies! Then Edgar was abus'd.     Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!  Reg. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell     His way to Dover.                                     Exit [one] with Gloucester.     How is't, my lord? How look you?  Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt. Follow me, lady.     Turn out that eyeless villain. Throw this slave     Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed apace.     Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.                                  Exit [Cornwall, led by Regan].  2. Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do,     If this man come to good.  3. Serv. If she live long,     And in the end meet the old course of death,     Women will all turn monsters.  2. Serv. Let's follow the old Earl, and get the bedlam     To lead him where he would. His roguish madness     Allows itself to anything.  3. Serv. Go thou. I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs     To apply to his bleeding face. Now heaven help him!Exeunt