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Hound or spaniel, brach or him,
Bobtail tyke or trundle-tail—
Tom will make them weep and wail.
For with throwing thus my head,
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Be thy mouth or black or white,
Do-de, de-de. Cessez! Come, march to wakes and fairs and market towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.
Hound or spaniel, bitch or dog,
Whether your tail is short or curly—
Tom will make you cry and wail.
With one little toss of his head,
He can scare you off for good.
Whether your mouth is black or white,
Do-dee, dee-dee da. Stop! Run off, go visit fairs and festivals! Poor Tom, your cup is empty.

LEAR

75Then 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 will say they are Persian attire, but let them be changed.

LEAR

Now let them dissect Regan and her hard heart. Is there any natural cause for hardening of the heart? (to EDGAR) Sir, you can serve me as one of my hundred knights. But I don’t like your style of clothes. I’m sure you’ll tell me they’re fabulous, but I think you should change them anyway.

KENT

Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.

KENT

Please lie down and rest a while, my lord.

LEAR

Make no noise, make no noise. Draw the curtains—so, so, so. We’ll go to supper i' th' morning. So, so, so.
(sleeps)

LEAR

Be quiet, be quiet. Draw the curtains, just like that. We’ll have supper in the morning. That’s right.
(he falls asleep)

FOOL

And I’ll go to bed at noon.

FOOL

And I’ll go to bed at noon.
Enter GLOUCESTER
GLOUCESTER enters.

GLOUCESTER

85 (to KENT) Come hither, friend. Where is the king my master?

GLOUCESTER

(to KENT) Come here, my friend. Where’s my master the king?

KENT

Here, sir, but trouble him not. His wits are gone.

KENT

He’s here, sir, but please don’t bother him. He’s out of his right mind.

GLOUCESTER

Good friend, I prithee, take him in thy arms.
I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him.

GLOUCESTER

Please get him, my friend, I beg you. I’ve overheard people plotting to kill him. I have a carriage ready. Put