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King Lear, III. vi

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.

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

awhile.

Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw

the curtains: so, so, so. Well go to supper i'

the morning: so, so, so.

Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.

Glo. Come hither, friend: where is the king

my master?

Kent. Here, sir; but trouble him not, his

wits are gone.

Glo. 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 toward 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. Oppress'd nature sleeps:

This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken sinews,

Which, if convenience will not allow,

Stand in hard cure.—[To the Fool.] Come, help to bear thy master;

 83 entertain: employ

92 noon; cf. n.

104 in assured loss: sure to be lost

106 conduct: guidance

109 in hard cure: hard to cure

