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Such sheets 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'affliction, nor the force.

Lear. Let the great Gods,
That keep this dreadful thund'ring o'er our heads,
Find out their 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 practis’d on man's life! Close pent-up guilts,
Rive your concealing continents, and ask
These dreadful summoners grace! -I am 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 'tis 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 necessities is strange,
That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel;
Poor fool and knave, I've one string in my heart
That's sorry yet for thee.
Fool. He tbat bas and a little tiny 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,



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 see'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 Nanders do not live in tongues,
And cut-purses come not to throngs ;
When usurers tell their gold i'th' field,
And bawds and whores do churches build :
Then thall the realm of Albion
Come unto great confufion.
This prophecy Merlin shall make, for I do live before his

[Exit. SCENE IV. An apartment in Glo'fter's Castle.

Enter Glo'ster and Bastard. Glo. 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 him, entreat for him, or any way sustain him,

Baft. Most favage and unnatural!

Glo. Go to; say 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 maintain 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 matter must be relieved. There are strange things toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful.

[Exis. 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,

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SCENE V. Part of the Heath with a Houel,

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.

[Storm fill.
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 fort
Invades us to the skin; so 'tis to thee ;
But where the greater malady is fixt,
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou’dft fhun a bear;
But if thy flight lay toward the roaring fea,

Thou'dft meet the bear i'th’mouth; when the mind's free, The body's delicate ? the tempeft in my mind Doth from my fenses 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 thine own case, This tempeft will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more--but I'll go in; In, boy, go firft. You houseless povertyNay, get thee in ; I'll pray, and then r'u neep-[Ex. Poole Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'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 obe Hovel. 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'ch' ftraw? come forth.

Enter Edgar, disguis'd like a Madman.
Edg. Away, the foul fiend follows me. Through the
Tharp 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 flame, 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.

do, de, do, de, do, de, bless thee from whirlwinds, Star-blasting, 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? didst thou give 'em all ?

Fool. Nay, he reserv'd a blanket, else we had been al Thamed

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 fesh ?
Judicious punishment ! 'twas this flesh begoc
Those pelican daughters,




Edg. Pillicock sat on pillicock-bill, alow, alow, loo, loo.

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

Edg. Take heed o’th' foul fiend, obey thy parents, keep thy word juftly, swear not, commit not with man's sworn (pouse ; fet not thy sweet heart on proud array. Tom's a-cold.

Lear. What haft thou been ?

Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind ; that curld my hair, wore gloves in my cap, serv'd the luft of my mistress's heart, and did the act of darkness with her : iwore 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 dease ly; and in woman, out-paramour'd the Turk. Falfe of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in Noth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes, nor the ruftling 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 hawthora blows the cold wind : fays suum, mun, nonny, dolphin my boy, boy, Sefey: let him trot by. [Storm fill

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

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

Edg. This is the foul Flibbertigibbet; he begiris at cutfew, and walks 'till the firft cock; he gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the barc-lip ; mil


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