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I will go seek the king.
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, (in which your pain
That way; I'll this ;) he that first lights on him,
Holla the other.

[Exeunt severally.

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SCENE II. Another Part of the Heath. Storm con

tinues.

Enter Leak and Fool. Lear. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o'the world ! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man!

Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better then this rain water out o'door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools.

Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! 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 subscription; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave,

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! O! 'tis foul !

Fool. He that has a house to put his head in, has a good head-piece.

The cod-piece that will house,

Before the head has any,
The head and he shall louse ;-

So beggars marry many.

The 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 she made mouths in a glass.

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 skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves : Since I was man,

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 The affliction, nor the fear.

Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pether o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice: Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue, That art incestuous : Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life !—Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace.—I am a man, More sinn'd against, than sinning.

Kent. Alack, bare-headed ! Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest; 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, Denied me to come in,) return, and force Their scanted courtesy.

Lear. My wits begin to turn.Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am 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 have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.

Fool. He that has a little tiny wit,

With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain,
Must make content with his fortunes fit;

For the rain it raineth every day.

Lear. True, my good boy.—Come, bring us to this hovel.

[Exeunt LEAR and Kent. Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtezan. I'll speak a prophecy ere I go:

When priests are more in word than matter;
When brewers mar their malt with water;
When nobles are their tailors' tutors;
No hereticks burn'd, but wenches' suitors :
When every case in law is right;
No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;
When slanders do not live in tongues;
Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;
When usurers tell their gold i' the field;
And bawds and whores do churches build;
Then shall the realm of Albion
Come to great confusion.
Then comes the time, who lives to see't,

That going shall be us’d with feet. This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time.

[Erit.

SCENE III.-A Room in Gloster's Castle.

Enter Gloster and EDMUND. 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; charged me, on pain of their perpetual displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for him, nor any way sustain him.

Edm. Most savage, and unnatural! Glo. Go to; say you nothing : There is division between the dukes; and a worse matter than that: I have received a letter this night;—'tis dangerous to be spoken ;-I have locked 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 seek 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 less is threatened me, the king my old master must be relieved. There is some strange thing toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful.

[Exit. Edm. This courtesy, 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. [Erit.

SCENE IV.-A Part of the Heath, with a Hovel.

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

[Storm still. Lear. Let me alone.

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