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Reg. Good sir, to th' purpose.
Lear. Who put my man i'th' stocks?
Corn. What trumpet's that?
Reg. I know't, my sister's; this confirms her letters.
Out, varlet, from my sight!
Corn. What means your grace!
Lear. Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have
Thou didst not know it.
Enter Goneril and Attendants.
Who comes here? Oh, Heav'ns!
you do love old men; if your sweet sway Allow obedience; if yourselves are old,
Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!
Gon. Why not by th' hand, sir? How have I offended?
All's not offence that indiscretion finds,
And dotage terms so.
Lear. Heart, thou art too tough!
Reg. I pray you, sir, being old, confess you are so. If, till the expiration of your month,
You will return, and sojourn with our sister,
My naked head expos'd to th' merciless air,
Lear. Now, I pr'ythee, daughter, do not make me mad!
I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell;
Nor tell tales of thee to avenging Heaven.
I, and my hundred knights.
Reg. Your pardon, sir;
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided
Lear. Is this well spoken, now?
Reg. My sister treats you fair. What! fifty followers?
Is it not well? What should you need of more?
From those whom she calls servants, or from mine? Reg. Why not, my lord? If then they chance to
We could control them.—If you come to me,
For now I see the danger, I intreat you
To bring but five and twenty; to no more
Lear. I gave you all!
Reg. And in good time you gave it.
Lear. Hold, now, my temper! stand this bolt unmov'd,
And I am thunder proof.
The wicked, when compar'd with the more wicked,
Stands in some rank of praise. Now, Goneril,
Gon. Hear me, my lord.
[It begins to rain.
What need you five and twenty, ten, or five,
Reg. What need one?
Lear. Heav'ns drop your patience down!
That all the world shall—I will do such things,
I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
[Exeunt King Lear, Kent and the Knights—
ACT THE THIRD.
A desert Heath.—Rain—Thunder -Lightning.
Enter King Lear and Kent.
Lear. Blow, winds, and burst your cheeks! rage louder yet!
Fantastic lightning, singe, singe my white head!
Till have drown'd the towns and palaces
Of proud, ingrateful man!
Kent. Not all my best intreaties can persuade him Into some needful shelter, or to 'bide
This poor slight cov'ring on his aged head,
Expos'd to this wild war of earth and heav'n.
Lear. Rumble thy fill! fight whirlwind, rain and
Not fire, wind, rain, or thunder, are my daughters:
Your horrible pleasure!—Here I stand your slave,
Yet I will call you servile ministers,
That have with two pernicious daughters join'd
So old and white as this. Oh! oh! 'tis foul.
Lear. I will forget my nature.
kin a fath r!— [Rain—
hunde —L ghtn n . Ay, there's the point.
Kent. Consider, good my liege, things, that love night,
Love not such nights as this; these wrathful skies
And make them keep their caves: such drenching rain,
Such sheets of fire, such claps of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring winds, have ne'er been known.
Lear. Let the great gods,
That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,
Find out their enemies now.
Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undiscover'd crimes !—
Hide, hide, thou murd'rer, hide thy bloody hand!— Thou perjur'd villain, holy hypocrite,
That drink'st the widow's tears, sigh now, and ask
These dreadful summoners' grace!
More sinn'd against, than sinning.
Lear. My wits begin to turn.
-I am a man
Come on, my boy; how dost, my boy? art cold?
And can make vile things precious.—my poor knave,