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Such theets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry
Th'affiction, nor the force.

Lear. Let the great Gods,
That keep this dreadful thund'ring o'er our heads,
Find out iheir enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch
That haft within thee undivulged crimes
Unwhipt of justice! Hide thee, thou bloody hand;
Thou perjure, and thou fimular of virtue,
That art incestuous! caitiff, shake to pieces,
That under covert and convenient seeming
Has practisid on man's life! Close pent-up guilts,
Rive your concealing continents, and ask
These dreadful summoners grace! lam a man
More finn'd against, than finning.:

Kent. Alack, bare-headed ?
Gracious my Lord, hard by here is a hovel,
Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempeft:
Repose you there, while I to this hard house
(More hard than is the stone whereof 'cis rais'd ;
Which even but now, demanding after you,
Deny'd me to come in) return, and force
Their scanted courtefie.

Lear. My wits begin to turn.
Come on, my boy. How doft, my boy? art cold?
I'm cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
The art of our neceffities is strange,
That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel;
Poor fool and knave, I've one Atring in my heart
That's forry yet for thee. .
Fool. He that bas and a little ting wit, ..

Witb beigb bo, the wind and the rain,
Must make content with bis fortunes fit,

Though the rain it raineth every day.
Lear. True, my good boy: come, bring us to this hovel.

Fool. 'Tis a brave night to cool à courtesan.
I'll speak a prophecy or e'er I go ;
When priests are more in words than matter,

Whoa time.

When brewers marr their malt with water ;
When nobles are their tailors tutors;
No hereticks burn'd, but wenches suitors;
Then comes the time, who lives to fee't,
That going shall be us’d with feet.
When every case in law is right,
No 'Squire in debt, nor no poor Knight;
When slanders do not live in tongues,
And cut-purses come not to chrongs;
When ulurers tell their gold i'th' field,
And bawds and whores do churches build :
Then shall the realm of Albion
Come unto great confufion.
This prophecy Merlin shall make, for I do live before his

[Exit. SCE N E IV. An apartment in Glo'fter's Cafle.

Enter Glo'fter and Bastard. Gle. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing ; when I desired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the use of mine own house, charg'd me on pain of perpetual displeasure, neither to speak of liim, entreat for him, or any way sustain him.

Baft. Most savage and unnatural! Glo. Go to; fay you nothing. There is divifion be. tween the Dukes, and a worse matter than that: I have received a letter this night, 'tis dangerous to be spoken, I have lock'd the letter in my closet: these 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 maina tain talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him perceiv'd ; if he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed ; if I die for it, as no less is threatned me, the King my old master must be relieved. There are strange things toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful.

[Exit. Baf. This courtefe forbid thee shall the Duke Instantly know, and of that letter too. This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me That which my father loses ; no less than all.. The younger rises, when the old doth fall. (Exit.

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SCE N E V. Part of the Heath with a Hourt,

Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool Kent. Here is the place, my Lord; good my Lord, enter; The tyranny of th' open night's too rough For nature to endure.

[Scorm ftill. Lear. Let me alone. Kent. Good my Lord, enter here. Lear. Wilt break my heart? Kent, I'd rather break mine own; good my Lord, enter.

Lear, Thou think'ft'tis much that this contentious Atort Invades us to the skin; so 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fixt, The lesser is scarce felt. Thou art shun a bear; But if thy flight lay toward the roaring fea, Thou'dit meet the bear i'th’mouth; when the mind's free, The body's delicate ? the tempeft in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else, Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude ! Is it not, as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to't?-But I'll punish home; No, I will weep no more-in such a night, To shut me out ?-pour on, I will endure: In such a night as this? O Regan, Gonerill, Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lyes, let me thun that, No more of that..

Kent. Good my Lord, enter here,

Lear. Pr'ythee, go in thyself, seek thinc own cafe, This tempeft will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more--but I'll go in; In, boy, go first. You houseless poverty Nay, get thee in; I'll pray, and then ru neep-[Rx, Fool. Poor naked wretches, wherefoe'er you are That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm! How shall your houseless heads, and unfed fides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?-0, I have ta’en Too little care of this : take phyfick, pomp! Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may't shake the superflux to them,

And thew the heav'ns more just.

Edg. [Witbin.] Fathom and half, fathom and half ! poor Tom. * Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit, help me, help me.

(Tbe fool runs out from ibe Hovei. Kent. Give me thy hand, who's there? Fool. A spirit, a spirit, he says his name's poor Tom. ,

Kent. What art thou that do'st grumble there i'th' ftraw? come forth.

SCENE VI. Enter Edgar, disguis'd like a Madman. Edg. Away, the foul fiend follows me. Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. Humph, go to thy bed and warm thee.

Lear. Didst thou give all to thy daughters ? and art thou come to this?

Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through fame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire, that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pue; set ratfbane by his porridge, made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting horse, over four-inch'd bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor,-bless thy five wits, Tom's a-cold. Odo, de, do, de, do, de, bless thee from whirlwinds, Star-blafting, and taking ; do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes. There could I have him now, and there, and here again, and there.

(Storm fill. Lear. What! have his daughters brought him to this pass ? Could'st thou save nothing ? did it thou give 'em all ?

Fool. Nay, he reserv'd a blanket, else we had been di shamed.

Lear. Now all the plagues that in the pendulour air Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters !

Kent. He hath no daughters, Sir.

Lear. Death, traitor, nothing could have subdu'd nature To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters, Is it the fashion, that discarded fathers Should have thus little mercy on their flesh ? Judicious punishment ! 'twas this flesh begoc Those pelican daughters.

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Edg. Pillicock fat on pillicock-hill, alow, alow, loo, loo.

Fool. This told night will turn us all to fools, and madmen.

Edg. Take heed o'ch' foul fiend, obey thy parents, keep thy word juftly, fwear not, commit not with man's sworn spouse ; fet not thy sweet heart on proud array. Tom's à-cold.

Lear. What haft thou been ?

Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind ; that curl'd my hair, wore gloves in my cap, serv'd the loft of my mistress's heart, and did the act of darkness with her : 1 twore as many oaths as I spáke words, and broke them in the sweet face of heav'n. One that slept on the contriving luft, and wak'd to do it. Wine lov'd I deeply ; dice dear. ly; and in woman, out-paramour'd the Turk. False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in Roth, fox in Stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes, nor the rustling of Glks, betray thy poor heart to woman. Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders books, and defie the foul fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind : fays fuum, mun, nonny, dolphin my boy, boy, Selley: let him trot by.

[Storm fill. Lear. Thou wert better in a grave, than to answer with thiy uncover'd body this extremity of the kies. Is man no more than this ? Consider him well. Thou ow'it the worm no filk, the beast no hide, the freep no wool; the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three of us are sophifticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but Tuch a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings : come, unbutton here,

[Tearing of bis cloathi, Fool. Pr’ythee, nuncle, be contented; "tis a naughty night to swiin in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old letcher's heart, a small spark, and all the reft on's body cold; look, here comes a walking fire

Edg. This is the foul Flibbertigibbet; he begiris at cur. few, and walks 'till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip į mil


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