Enter GLOUCESTER, with a torch.
EDGAR: This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he
begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he
gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes 
the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the
poor creature of earth.
S. Withold footed thrice the old;
He met the night-mare, and her nine-fold;
Bid her alight, 
And her troth plight,
And, aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!
KENT: How fares your grace?
KING LEAR: What's he?
KENT: Who's there? What is't you seek? 
GLOUCESTER: What are you there? Your names?
EDGAR: Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the
toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt and the water; that
in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats
cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old rat and the 
ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the standing
pool; who is whipped from tithing to tithing, and
stock-punished, and imprisoned; who hath had
three suits to his back, six shirts to his body,
horse to ride, and weapon 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
GLOUCESTER: What, hath your grace no better company? 
EDGAR: The prince of darkness is a gentleman:
Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.
GLOUCESTER: Our flesh and blood is grown so vile, my lord,
That it doth hate what gets it.
EDGAR: Poor Tom's a-cold. 
GLOUCESTER: Go in with me: my duty cannot suffer
To 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 ventured to come seek you out, 
And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
KING LEAR: First let me talk with this philosopher.
What is the cause of thunder?
KENT: Good my lord, take his offer; go into the house.
KING LEAR: I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. 
What is your study?
EDGAR: How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin.
KING LEAR: Let me ask you one word in private.
KENT: Importune him once more to go, my lord;
His wits begin to unsettle.