Remember to have heard; man's nature cannot carry The affliction, nor the fear. Lear. Let the great gods, Unwhipped of justice! Hide thee, thou bloody hand; 3 Hast practised on man's life!-Close pent-up guilts, Kent. Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest. 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.5 Fool. He that has a little tiny wit, With a heigh, ho, the wind and the rain, Must make content with his fortunes fit ; For the rain it raineth every day. 6 1 Thus the folio and one of the quartos; the other quarto reads thundering. 2 1. e. counterfeit. 3 Continent for that which contains or incloses. 4 Summoners are officers that summon offenders before a proper tri vunal. 5 The quartos read, "That sorrows yet for thee." 6 Part of the Clown's song at the end of Twelfth Night. Lear. True, my good boy.--Come, bring us to this hovel. [Exeunt LEAR and KENT. Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtesan.' I'll speak a prophecy ere I go: When priests are more in word than matter; No squire in debt, nor no poor knight; And bawds and whores do churches build ;-- Come to great confusion.o Then comes the time, who lives to see't, That going shall be used with feet. This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time. [Exit. 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 1 This speech is not in the quartos. 2 These lines are taken from what is commonly called Chaucer's Prophecy; but which is much older than his time in its original form. See the Works of Chaucer, in Whittingham's edit. vol. v. p. 179. 1 injuries the king now bears will be revenged at home; Edm. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke [Exit. 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. Lear. [Storm still. Kent. Good my lord, enter here. Kent. I'd rather break mine own. enter. Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much, that this contentious storm Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fixed, The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear; But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea, Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free, The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind 1 The quartos read landed. Doth from my senses take all feeling else, Kent. Good my lord, enter here. Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. 3 [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, Edg. [Within.] Fathom and half, fathom and half! · 4 [The Fool runs out from the hovel. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help me, help me! Kent. Give me thy hand.--Who's there? Fool. A spirit, a spirit; he says his name's poor Tom. 1 This line is omitted in the quartos. 2 This and the next line are only in the folio. 3 Looped and windowed is full of holes and apertures. 4 This speech of Edgar's is omitted in the quartos. He gives the sign used by those who are sounding the depth at sea. Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i' the straw? Come forth. Enter EDGAR, disguised as a madman. Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me :Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind.Humph! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two 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, over bog and quagmire, that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew; set ratsbane by his porridge; made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting-horse over four-inched bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor.-Bless thy five wits! Tom's a-cold.-O, 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 there, and there again, and there. [Storm continues. Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to this 2 pass ? 1 Couldst thou save nothing? Did'st thou give them all ? Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all ashamed. Lear. Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters! Kent. He hath no daughters, sir. Lear. Death, traitor! nothing could have subdued nature To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters. Is it the fashion that discarded fathers 1 It has been before observed, that the wits seem to have been reckoned five by analogy to the five senses. 2 To take is to blast, or strike with malignant influence. VOL. VII. 10 |