Fool.
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

Lear.
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!
Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!--

[Enter Gentleman.]

How now? are the horses ready?

Gent.
Ready, my lord.

Lear.
Come, boy.

Fool.
She that's a maid now, and laughs at my departure,
Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter.

[Exeunt.]



ACT II.

Scene I. A court within the Castle of the Earl of Gloster.

[Enter Edmund and Curan, meeting.]