[To KENT.] you are o' the commission,
Sit you too.
EDGAR: 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.
Pur! the cat is grey. 
KING LEAR: Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take my
oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the
poor king her father.
Fool: Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?
KING LEAR: She cannot deny it. 
Fool: Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.
KING 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? 
EDGAR: Bless thy five wits!
KENT: O pity! Sir, where is the patience now,
That thou so oft have boasted to retain?
EDGAR: [Aside] My tears begin to take his part so much,
They'll mar my counterfeiting. 
KING LEAR: The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
EDGAR: Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt,
Be thy mouth or black or white, 
Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail,
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 and
market-towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.
KING 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 for one of my hundred; only I do not like
the fashion of your garments: you will say they are
Persian attire: but let them be changed. 
KENT: Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.
KING LEAR: Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains:
so, so, so. We'll go to supper i' he morning. So, so, so.
Fool: And I'll go to bed at noon.
GLOUCESTER: Come hither, friend: where is the king my master? 
KENT: Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits are gone.
GLOUCESTER: 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.