Edg.
Bless thy five wits!

Kent.
O pity!--Sir, where is the patience now
That you so oft have boasted to retain?

Edg.
[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.

Edg.
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,
Or bobtail tike 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