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Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
Lear. Let the great Gods,
Kent. Alack, bare-headed ?
Lear. My wits begin to turn.
Witb beigb bo, the wind and the rain,
Though the rain it raineth every day.
When brewers marr their malt with water ;
[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,
SCENE V. Part of the Heath with a Houel,
Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool:
Lear. Thou think'ft'tis much that this contentious fort
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 !
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.
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
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