and from Shakespeare's text:
Lear:
Nature’s above art in that respect.  There’s your
press-money.  That fellow handles his bow like a
crow-keeper: draw me a clothier’s yard.  Look,
look, a mouse!  Peace, peace; this piece of toasted
cheer will do ‘t.  There’s my gauntlet; I’ll prove
it on a giant.  Bring up the brown bills.  O, well
flown, bird!  i’ the clout, i’ the clout: hewgh!
Give the word.
Edgar:
Sweet marjoram.
Lear:
Pass.
