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36  Lear. O! let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven;

Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

How now! Are the horses ready?

Gent. Ready, my lord.

Lear. Come, boy.

Fool. She that's a maid now, and laughs at my departure,

Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter.

Exeunt.

 

Edm. Save thee, Curan.

Cur. And you, sir. I have been with your

father, and given him notice that the Duke of

Cornwall and Regan his duchess will be here

with him to-night.

Edm. How comes that?

Cur. Nay, I know not. You have heard of

the news abroad? I mean the whispered ones,

for they are yet but ear-kissing arguments?

Edm. Not I: pray you, what are they?

Cur. Have you heard of no likely wars toward,

'twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany?

Edm. Not a word.

Cur. You may do then, in time. Fare you

well, sir.

 52 temper: mental sanity  11 toward: in prospect

