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!--

Edg.
Look, where he stands and glares!--Want'st thou eyes at trial,
madam?
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me,--

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

Edg.
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,