This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1800 Excerpt: ...tell me, whether a madman be a gentleman, or a yeoman? Lear. A king, a king! Fool. No; he's a yeoman, that has a gentleman to his son: for he's a mad yeoman, that fees his son a gentleman before him. Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits Come hizzing in upon them: Edg. The foul fiend bites my back. Fool. He's mad, that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath. Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign them straight:--Come, fit thou here, most learned justicer; To Edgar. Thou, sapient sir, sit here. 7a the Fool.--Now, you (he foxes!--Edg. Look, where he stands and glares!--Wanted thou eyes at trial, madam? F a Come Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me.--Fool. Her boat hath a leak, Andjhe must not speak Why fie dares not come over to thee. EJg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a n:ghtingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two white herring. Croak not, black angel; I have no food for thee. Kent. How do you, sir? Stand you not so amaz'd: Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions? Lear. I'll fee their trial sirst:--Bring in the evidence.--Thou robed man of justice, take thy place;--To Edgar. And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity, To the Fool. Bench by his side:--You are of the commission, Sit you too. To Kent. EJg. Let us deal justly. Sleepest, or wakest thou, jolly shepherd? Thy sleep be in the corn; And for one blast of thy minikin mouth, Thy sheep shall take no harm. Pur! the cat is grey. Lear. Arraign her sirst; 'tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honourable assembly, she kick'd the poor king her father. Fool. Come hither, mistress; Is your name Goneril? Lear. She cannot deny it. Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool. Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim W...