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Mend when thou canft, be better at thy leisure,
I can be patient, I can stay with Regan,
I and my hundred Knights.

Reg. Not all together.
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided
For your fit welcome ; give ear to my fifter s
For those that mingle reason with your paflion,
Muft be content to think you old, and so-
But she knows what she does.

Lear. Is this well fpoken?

Reg. I dare avouch it, Sir; what, fifty followers ?
Is it not well ? what should you need of more?
Yea, or so many ? since both charge and danger
Speak 'gainst so great a number : how in one house
Should many people under two commands
Hold amity? 'tis hard, almost impossible.

Gon. Why might not you, my Lord, receive attendance From thofe that the calls servants, or from mine ?

Reg. Why not, my Lord ? if then they chanc'd to flack ye,
We could controll them; if you'll come to me,
(For now I spy a danger) I intreat you
To bring but five and twenty ; to no more
Will I give place or notice.

Lear. I gave you
Reg. And in good time you gave it.

Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries,
But kept a reservation to be follow'd
With such a number ; must I come to you
With five and twenty? Regan, said you for

Reg. And speak't again, my Lord, no more with mea

Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd
When others are more wicked. Not being worst
Stands in some rank of praise; I'll go with thee, [To Gon.
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty;
And thou hast twice her love,

Gon. Hear me, my Lord;
What need you five and twenty ? ten? or five?
To follow in a house, where twice so many
Have a command to tend you?
Reg. What needs one?


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Lear. O, reafon not the need : our baseft beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous;
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beasts'. Thou art a Lady;
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'ft,
Which scarcely keeps thee warm ; but for true need,
You heav'ns, give me that patience which I need !
You see me here, you Gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age, wretched in both,
If it be you that stir these daughters hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely: touch me with noble anger;
O let not womens weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks. No, you unnat'ral hags,
I will have such revenges on you both,
That all the world shall I will do such things,
What they are yet I know not, but they shall be
The terrors of the earth: you think I'll weep:
No, I'll not weep. Though I have full cause of weeping;
This heart shall break into a thousand flaws
Or e'er I weep. O fool, I shall go mad.

[Exeunt Lear, Glo'ster, Kent, and Fool.

Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm.

[Storm and Tempeft. Reg. This house is small, the old man and his people Cannot be well bestow'd.

Gon. 'Tis his own blame, he'ath put himself from reft, And must needs taste his folly.

Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, But not one follower.

Gon. So am I purpos'd.
Where is my Lord of Glofter?

Enter Glo'fter.
Corn, Follow'd the old man forth;-he is return'd.
Glo. The King is in high rage.
Corn, Whither is he going ?
Glo. He calls to horse: but will I know not whither.
Corn. 'Tis best to give him way, he leads himself.

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Gon. My Lord, intreat him by no means to Atay.

Glo. Alack, the night comes on : and the high winds
Do sorely russle ; for n.& ny miles about
There's scarce a bush.

Reg. O Sir, to wilful man,
The injuries that they themi 'lves procure
Must be their school-masters; fhut up your doors ;
He is attended with a desp'race train,
And what they may incense hin' to, being apt
To have his ear abus'd, / wisdom bids fear.

Corn. Shut up your doors, my Lord, 'tis a wild night.
My Regan counsels well: come out o’th' ftorm. [Exeunt,



SCENE A Heatb.
A form is beard with Thunder and Lightning. Enter

Kent, and a Gentleman, severally.
Kent, HO's there befides foul weather ?

Gent. One minded like the weather, most
Kent. I know you : where's the King ? (unquietly.
Gent. Contending with the fretful elements;
Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change or cease: tears his white hair, 1
Which the impetuous blasts with eyeless rage
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of.
This night, in which the cub-drawn bear * would couch,
The lien, and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their furr 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-jest
His heart-struck injuries.

Kent. Sir, I do know you,
And dare upon the warrant of my note
Commend a dear thing to you. There's division
(Although as yet the face of it is cover'd

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With mutual craft) 'twixt Albany and Cornwall:
And true it is from France there comes a pow's
Into this shatter'd kingdom, who already
Wise in our negligence, have secret sea
In some of our best ports, and are at point
To show their open banner-Now to you:
If on my credit you dare build so far
To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
Some that will thank you, making just report
Of how unnatural and madding sorrow
Tne King hath cause to plain.
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding,
And from some knowledge and allurance of you,
Offer this office.

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
What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia,
(As fear not but you shall) fhew her that Ring,
And the will tell you who this fellow is,
That yet you do not know. Fie on this form !
I wilt go feek the King.

Gent. Give me your hand, have you no more to fay?

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 firft lights on him, Holla the other.

Storm fill. Enter Lear and Fool.
Lear. Blow winds, and crack your cheeks ; rage, blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes Spout

dewixt Albany and Cornwall:
Who have (as who have not, whom their great ftars
Thron’d anxi set high?) servants, who feem no less
Which are to France the spies and speculations
Intelligent of ogr state. What hath been seen,
Either in snuffs and packings of the Dukes,
Or the hard rein which both of them have bore
Against the old kind King, er fomething deeper.
Whereof, perchance, these are but furaikingsoc..
Gent. I will talk,


'Till you have drencht our steeples, drown'd the cocks !
You fulph'roys and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers of oak-çleaving thunder-bolts,
Singe my white head! And thou all-Shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o'th' world,
Crack nature's mould, all germins spill at once
That make ingrateful man !

Fool. O nuncle, court-holy-water in a dry house is better than the rain-water oụt o' door. Good nuncle, in, alk thy daughters blessing; here's a night that pities neither wise men nor fools,

Lear. Rumble thy belly full, spit fire, spout rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters ;
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness,
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
You owe me no fubmiffion. Then let fall
Your horrible pleasure ;-here I stand your Nave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man!
But yet I call you servile ministers,
That have with two pernicious daughters join'd
Your high-engender'd battles, 'gainst a head
So old and white as this. O, ho! 'tis foul.

Fool. He that has a house to put's head in, has a good
The cod-piece that will house, before the head has any :
The head and he shall lowle; so beggars marry many.
That man that makes his toe, what he his heart should make,
Shall of a corn cry woe, and turn his sleep to wake.
For there was never yet fair woman, but the madę mouths
in a glass,

SCENE III, To them, Enter Kent. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience, I will say nothing.

Kent. Who's there?

Fool. Marry, here's grace, and a cod-piece, that's a wise man and a fool.

Kent. Alas, Sir, are you here ? things that love night, Love not such nights as these : the wrathful fkies Gallow the very wand'rers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: fince I was man, VOL. IV



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