Corn. Shut up your doors, my Lord, 'tis a wild night. My Regan counfels well: come out o' th' storm. ACT III. SCENE I. A heath: [Exeunt. A form is heard with thunder and lightning. Enter Kent, and a Gentleman, feverally. Kent. WHO's there, befides foul weather? Gent. One minded like the weather, moft unquietly. Kent. I know you; where's the King? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the fea, Or fwell the curled water 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair; This night, wherein the cub-drawn + bear would couch, Keep their fur dry; unbonneted he runs, And bids what will, take all. Kent. But who is with him? Gent. None but the fool, who labours to out-jeft His heart-ftruck injuries. Kent. Sir, I do know you, And dare, upon the warrant of my note, Commend a dear thing to you. There's divifion (Although as yet the face of it is cover'd With mutual cunning) 'twixt Albany and Cornwall ‡. But * These two lines in crotchets, are some player's trash. ti. e. whofe dugs are drawn dry by its young. -'twixt Albany and Cornwall: Who have (as who have not, whom their great stars Or But true it is, from France there comes a power If on my credit you dare build. fo far To make your speed to Dover, you shall find I am a Gentleman of blood and breeding, Gent. I'll talk further with you. Kent. No, do not: For confirmation that I am much more Than my out-wall, open this purse, and take That yet you do not know. Fie on this ftorm! Gent. Give me your hand, have you no more to say? Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet; That when we have found the King, (for which you take That way, I this), he that first lights on him, Halloo the other. [Exeunt feverally. SCENE II. Storm ftill. Enter Lear and fool. Lear. Blow winds, and crack your cheeks; rage, You cataracts, and hurricanes, spout [blow! Till you have drench'd our fteeples, drown'd the cocks ! Or the hard rein, which both of them have borne This line the players' spurious iffue. That That make ingrateful man! Fool. O nuncle, court-holy-water in a dry houfe is better than the rain water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's bleffing; here's a night that pities neither wife men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy belly full, spit fire, spout rain! That have with two pernicious daughters join'd So old and white as this. Oh! oh! 'Tis foul., Fool. He that has a houfe to put's head in, has a good head-piece. The codpiece that will house before the head has any, The head and he fhall lowfe; fo beggars marry many. That man that makes his toe what he his heart should make, Shall of a corn cry woe, and turn his fleep to wake. For there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths in a glass. SCENE III. To them, enter Kent. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will fay nothing. Kent. Who's there? Fool. Marry, here's grace, and a codpiece, that's a wife man and a fool. Kent. Alas, Sir, are you here? Things that love night, Love not fuch nights as thefe: the wrathful skies And make them keep their caves. Since I was man, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard.. Man's nature cannot carry Th' affliction, nor the force. + fubfcription, for obedience. Lear. Lear. "Let the great gods, "That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, "Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, "That haft within thee undivulged crimes, "Unwhipp'd of justice! Hide thee, thou bloody hand; "Thou perjure, and thou fimular of virtue, "That art inceftuous! caitiff, fhake to pieces, "That, under cover of convivial feeming, ་་ "Haft practis'd on man's life!--Clofe pent-up guilts, "Rive your concealing continents, and afk Thefe dreadful fummoners grace!I am a man, : More finn'd againft, than finning. Kent. Alack, bear-headed? Gracious my Lord, hard by here is a hovel : Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempeft: (More hard than is the ftone whereof 'tis rais'd; Lear. My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How doft, my boy? art cold? I'm cold myself. Where is the ftraw, my fellow? That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Fool. He that has an a little tiny wit, With high ho, the wind and the rain, Lear. True, my good boy: come bring us to this hovel. Fool. 'Tis a brave night to cool a courtezan. [Exit. When When every cafe in law is right, Come to great confufion. This prophecy Merlin fhall make, for I do live before his time. [Exit, SCENE IV. An apartment in Glo'fer's caftle. Enter Glofter and Edmund. Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatu ral dealing. When I defir'd their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the ufe of mine own houfe; charg'd me on pain of perpetual displeasure, neither to speak of him, intreat for him, or any way fuftain him. Edm. Moft favage and unnatural! Glo. Go to; fay you nothing. There is divifion between the Dukes, and a worfe matter than that. I have receiv'd ́a letter this night, 'tis dangerous to be spoken. (I have lock'd the letter in my clofet). Thefe injuries the King now bears, will be revenged home. There is part of a power already footed; we must incline to the King. I will look for him, and privily relieve him. Go you, and maintain talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him perceived. If he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed; if I die for it, as no lefs is threaten'd me, the King my old mafter muft be relieved. There are ftrange things toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful. [Exit. Edm. This courtesy forbid thee, fhall the Duke [Exit, SCENE |