ACT III - Scene VI.

小说:King Lear ( 李尔王 )     作者:William Shakespeare ( 威廉·莎士比亚 )
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A farmhouse near Gloucester's Castle.

Enter Gloucester, Lear, Kent, Fool, and Edgar.

GLOUCESTER
Here is better than the open air; take it thankfully. I will
piece out the comfort with what addition I can. I will not be
long from you.
KENT
All the power of his wits have given way to his impatience.
The gods reward your kindness!

Exit [Gloucester].

EDGAR
Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an angler in the
lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.
FOOL
Prithee, nuncle, 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 sees his son a gentleman before him.
LEAR
To have a thousand with red burning spits
Come hizzing in upon 'em-
EDGAR
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.
[To Edgar] Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer.
[To the Fool] Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she-foxes!
EDGAR
Look, where he stands and glares! Want'st thou eyes at trial,
madam?FOOL

Her boat hath a leak,
And she must not speak
Why she dares not come over to thee.

EDGAR
The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale.
Hoppedance 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 see their trial first. Bring in their evidence.
[To Edgar] Thou, robed man of justice, take thy place.
[To the Fool] And thou, his yokefellow of equity,
Bench by his side. [To Kent] You are o' th' 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.

Purr! the cat is gray.

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?
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
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 you so oft have boasted to retain?
EDGAR
[aside] My tears begin to take his part so much
They'll mar my counterfeiting.
LEAR
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
EDGAR
Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs!
Be thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
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.
Do de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to wakes and fairs and market
towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.
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 you for one of my
hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your garments. You'll
say they are Persian attire; but let them be chang'd.
KENT
Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.
LEAR
Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains.
So, so, so. We'll go to supper i' th' morning. So, so, so.
FOOL
And I'll go to bed at noon.

Enter Gloucester.

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.
KENT
Oppressed nature sleeps.
This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses,
Which, if convenience will not allow,
Stand in hard cure. [To the Fool] Come, help to bear thy master.
Thou must not stay behind.
GLOUCESTER
Come, come, away!

Exeunt [all but Edgar].

EDGAR
When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind,
Leaving free things and happy shows behind;
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
How light and portable my pain seems now,
When that which makes me bend makes the King bow,
He childed as I fathered! Tom, away!
Mark the high noises, and thyself bewray
When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee,
In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee.
What will hap more to-night, safe scape the King!
Lurk, lurk.

[Exit.]