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. Gallow-) Afright, terrify. – A common provincialism at this day.

Thou perjur'd,-) Theobald and Mr. Collier's annotator read, and perhaps rightly,

(*) First folio, pudder.

“Thou perjure," &c. See note (b), p. 75. Vol. I.

e — simular-) That is, simulator, counterfeit.

That art incestuous !-caitiff, to pieces shake,
That under covert and convenient seeming

SCENE III.—A Room in Gloucester's Castle. Hast practis’d on man's life !—Close pent-up guilts,

Rive your concealing continents, and cry
These dreadful summoners grace !-I am a man,

Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unMore sinn'd against than sinning.

natural dealing. When I desired their leave that I KENT.

Alack, bare-headed !

might pity him, they took from me the use of mine Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;

own house ; charged me, on pain of their* perSome friendship will it lend you 'gainst the

petual displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat tempest:

for him, nort any way sustain him. Repose you there, while I to this hard house,

EDM. Most savage and unnatural ! (More harder than the stones whereof 'tis rais’d ;

Glo. Go to; say you nothing. There is division Which even but now, demanding after you,

between the dukes; and a worse matter than that: Denied me to come in) return, and force

I have received a letter this night ;--'tis dangerous Their scanted courtesy.

to be spoken;—I have locked the letter in my closet: LEAR. My wits begin to turn.“

these injuries the king now bears will be revenged Come on, my boy: how dost, my boy ? art cold?

home; there is part of a power already footed : I am cold myself.—Where is this straw, my

we must incline to the king. I will seek him, and fellow?

privily relieve him : go you, and maintain talk with The art of our necessities is strange,

the duke, that my charity be not of him perceived : And can make vile things precious. Come, your

if he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed. If I • hovel.--.

die for it, as no less is threatened me, the king my Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart

old master must be relieved. There is strange That's sorry yet for thee.

things toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful. Fool. [Singing.]


Edm. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke
He that has and a little tiny wit,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

Instantly know; and of that letter too :

This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me Must make content with his fortunes fit,

That which my father loses,—no less than all : Though the rain it raineth every day.

The younger rises when the old doth fall.

[Exit. LEAR. True, boy.—Come, bring us to this hovel.

[Exeunt LEAR and KENT. Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtezan.I'll speak a prophecy ere I go :

SCENE IV.-A part of the Heath, with a Hovel. When priests are more in word than matter;

Enter LEAR, KENT, and Fool.
When brewers mar their malt with water;
When nobles are their tailors' tutors;

Kent. Here is the place, my lord ; good my No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors :

lord, enter: When every case in law is right;

The tyranny of the open night's too rough No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;

For nature to endure.

[Storm continues. When slanders do not live in tongues ;


Let me alone. Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;

Kent. Good my lord, enter here. When usurers tell their gold i’ the field ;


Wilt break my heart? And bawds and whores do churches build ;

Kent. I had rather break mine own. Good my Then shall the realm of Albion

lord, enter. Come to great confusion :

LEAR. Thou think’st 't is much that this con Then comes the time, who lives to see't,

tentious storm That going shall be us'd with feet.

Invades us to the skin : so 't is to thee;

But where the greater malady is fix'd, This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before The lesser is scarce felt. Thou’dst shun a bear ; his time.

[Exit. But if thy ş flight lay toward the roaring sea,

a Come, bring us to this hovel.] The remainder of the scene is only found in the folio.

(*) First folio omits, their.
(1) First folio, looke.

(+) First folio, or.
(f) First folio, they.


Thou’dat meet the bear i’ the mouth. When the In such a night as this !—0, Regan, Goneril ! mind's free,

Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all, The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind O, that way madness lies ; let me shun that ; Doth from my senses take all feeling else,

No more of that.Save what beats there.—Filial ingratitude !


Good my lord, enter here. Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand

LEAR. Pr’ythee, go in thyself ; seek thine own For lifting food to 't?—But I will punish home:-|

ease : No, I will weep no more.—In such a night This tempest will not give me leave to ponder To shut me out !-Pour on; I will endure : On things would hurt me more.—But I'll go in :


In, boy ; go first.—[To the Fool.] You houseless Couldst thou save nothing? Didst * thou give poverty,

'em all ? Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.- Foon. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had

[Fool goes in. / been all shamed. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,

LEAR. Now, all the plagues that in the penThat bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,

dulous air How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, | Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you

daughters! From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en

KENT. He hath no daughters, sir. Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ;

LEAR, Death, traitor! nothing could have Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,

subdu'd nature That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters.And show the heavens more just.

Is it the fashion, that discarded fathers EDG. [Within.] Fathom and half, fathom and Should have thus little mercy on their flesh ? half! poor Tom!

Judicious punishment ! 'twas this flesh begot [The Fool runs out from the hovel. Those pelican daughters. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. EDG. Pillicock sat on Pillicock-hill ;Help me, help me!

Halloo, halloo, loo, loo ! Kent. Give me thy hand.— Who's there? Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools Fool. A spirit, a spirit; he says his name's poor and madmen. Tom.

Edg. Take heed o'the foul fiend: obey thy KENT. What art thou that dost grumble there parents ; keep thy word justly ; p swear not ; i’ the straw? Come forth.

commit not with man's sworn spouse ; set not thy

sweet heart on proud array. Tom's a-cold. Enter EDGAR, disguised as a Madman.

LEAR. What hast thou been ?

Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me !

that curled my hair ; wore gloves in my cap,(2) Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold

served the lust of my mistress' heart, and did the wind,* _

act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as

I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face Hum! go to thy cold bed," and warm thee. of heaven: one, that slept in the contriving of

LEAK. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters ? b | lust, and waked to do it. Wine loved I deeply : I And art thou come to this?

dice dearly; and in woman, out-paramoured the EDG. Who gives anything to poor Tom ? whom Turk : false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand ; the foul fiend hath led through fire and through | hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, flame, through ford † and whirlpool, o'er bog dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the and quagmire ; that hath laid knives under his creaking of shoes, nor the rustling of silks, betray pillow,(1) and halters in his pew; set ratsbane thy poor heart to woman: keep thy foot out of by his porridge ; made him proud of heart, to ride brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from on a bay trotting-horse over four-inched bridges ; | lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend. to course his own shadow for a traitor.—Bless thy

Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind : five wits! Tom's a-cold.—0, do de, do de, do de. -Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and

Says suum, mun, ha no nonny. taking! Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul Dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa ; let him trot by. fiend vexes. There could I have him now,—and

Storm continues. there,—and there again,—and there.

LEAR. Why, thou were better in thy || grave,

[Storm continues. than to answer with thy uncovered body this exLEAR. What, I have his daughters brought him tremity of the skies.—Is man no more than this? to this pass ?—

Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk,

(*) First folio, blow the windes. (+) First folio, Sword.

(1) Pirst folio, Ha's his Daughters.

(*) First folio, Wouldst.

(+) First folio, words Iustice. (1) First folio, deerely.

(6) First folio omite, Why. (ll) First folio, a.

a - go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.] The commentators, with admirable unanimity, persist in declaring this line to be a ridicule on one in "The Spanish Trajedy," Act II.

“What outcries pluck me from my naked bed !"

from bed, and to say one lay on a sick bed (a form of expression far from uncommon even now) implied merely that he was lying sick a-bed. It is to be observed that the folio, probably by accident, as it gives the line correctly in " The Taming of the Shrew," omits the word "cold."

b Hast thou given all to thy two daughters?] So the quarto; the folio reads, "Did'st thou give all to thy daughters ? "

C - taking!) See note (b), p. 80.

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the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no / Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold. perfume.—Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer -Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man To obey in all your daughters' hard commands : is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as Though their injunction be to bar my doors, thou art.-Off, off, you lendings !--come, unbutton And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you, here.

[Tearing off his clothes. Yet have I ventur’d to come seek you out, Fool. Prythee, nuncle, be contented; 't is a And bring you where both fire and food is naughty night to swim in.—Now a little fire in a

ready. wild field were like an old lecher's heart,-a small LEAR. First let me talk with this philosopher.spark, all the rest on's body cold.—Look, here What is the cause of thunder ? comes a walking fire.

KENT. Good my lord, take his offer; go into EDG. This is the foul fiend * Flibbertigibbet:* the house. he begins at curfew, and walks till the † first cock; LEAR. I'll talk a word with this same learned he gives the web and the pin, squints the eye,

Theban.and makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, What is your study? and hurts the poor creature of earth.

Ed. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill Sarnt Withold footed thrice the wold;c

vermin. He met the night-mare, and her nine-fold ;

LEAR. Let me ask you one word in private. Bid her alight,

KENT. Importune him once more to go, my And her troth plight,

lord, And, aroint thee, witch, aroint thee !

His wits begin to unsettle.

Canst thou blame him ? Kent. How fares your grace ?

His daughters seek his death:-ah, that good

Kent !
Enter GLOUCESTER, with a torch.

He said it would be thus,-poor banish'd man ! LEAR. What's he ?

Thou say'st the king grows mad; I'll tell thee, KENT. Who's there? What is 't you seek ?

friend, Glo. What are you there? Your names ? I am almost mad myself: I had a son,

EDG. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, Now outlaw'd from my blood; he sought my life, the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt and the But latey, very late : I lov'd him, friend, water ; that in the fury of his heart, when the No father his son dearer : true to tell thee, foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets ; swallows

[Storm continues, the old rat, and the ditch-dog ; drinks the green The grief hath craz'd my wits. What a night's mantle of the standing pool ; who is whipped from

this !tything to tything, and stocked, punished, and | I do beseech your grace,imprisoned ; who hath had I three suits to his back, LEAR.

0, cry you mercy, sir. six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapon to Noble philosopher, your company. wear,

EDG. Tom's a-cold. But mice and rats, and such small deer,

Glo. In, fellow, there, into the hovel : keep

thee warm. Have been Tom's food for seven long year.

LEAR. Come, let's in all. Beware my follower.—Peace, Smulkin ; peace, KENT.

This way, my lord. thou fiend !


With him; Glo. What, hath your grace no better company? I will keep still with my philosopher.

EDG. The prince of darkness is a gentleman; KENT. Good my lord, soothe him ; let him take Modo he's callid, and Mahu.(3)

the fellow. Gio. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown Glo. Take him you on. so vile,

Kent. Sirrah, come on ; go along with us. That it doth hate what gets it.

LEAR. Come, good Athenian.

(*) First folio omits, fiend. (+) First folio, walkes at.

(1) First folio omits, had. a -- Flibbertigibbet:) See quotation from Harsnet, in the Illustrative Comments to tbis Act.

b- the web and the pin,-) The cataract. One of the meanings to Cataratta in Florio's Dictionary is, “A dimnesse of sight occasioned by humores hardned in the eies called a Cataract or a pin and a web."

c Saint Withold footed thrice the wold; The old copies have Swithold for “Saint Withold," and old at the end of the line

instead of “wold.” Withold was the Saint popularly invoked against the nightmare.

But mice and rats, and such small deer,

Have been Tom's food for seven long year.]
This distich, Percy pointed out as part of the description in the
old metrical romance of “Sir Bevis of Hamptoun," of the priva-
tion endured by that doughty champion during his seven years'

" Rattes and myce and such smal dere
Was his meate that seven yere."

Sig. F. iij.

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