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cline 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. [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.
[Storm still. 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'st 'tis much, that this contentious
Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all,-
Good, iny lord, enter here.
[Fool goes in.
[The Fool runs out from the Hovel.
Kent. Give me thy hand.—Who's there?
Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i'the
Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters?
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 fourinched bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor: ---Bless thy five wits! Tom's a-cold.0, 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 Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give them all?
Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all shamed.
Lear. Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air Hang faled o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters ! Kent. He hath no daughters, sir.
[nature Lear. Death, traitor! nothing could have subdu'd 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 begot Those pelican daughters.
Edg: Pillicock sal on pillicock’s-hill; Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!
Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
Edg: Take heed of the foul fiend : Obey thy parents; keep thy word justly; swear not; cominit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array: Tom's a-cold.
Lear. What hast thou been?
Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair, wore gloves in my cap, served the last of my mistress' heart, and did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven: one, that slept in the contriving of lust, and waked to do it: Wine loved I deeply; dice dearly; and in woman, out-paramoured the Turk: False of heart, light of ear, bloody
ha no nonny,
of hand: Hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes, nor the rustling of silks, betray thy poor heart to women: Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul'fiend.—Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind : Says suum, mun,
dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa ; let him írot by.
[Storm still continues. Lear. Why, thou were better in thy grave, than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies.-Is man no more than this! Consider him well: Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast po 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 his Clothes.
Fool. Prythee, nuncle, be contented; this is a naughty night to swim in.-Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher's heart: a small spark, all the rest of his body cold.-Look, here comes a walk
Edg. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the harelip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth.
Saint Withold footed thrice the wold;
Bid her alight,
And her troth plight,
Enter GLOSTER, with a Torch.
toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water; that, in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old rat, and the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the standing pool; who is whipped from tything to tything, and stocked, punished, and imprisoned; who bath had three saits to his back, six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear,
But mice, and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year. Beware my follower :
-Peace, Smolkin; peace, thou fiend! Glo. What, hath your grace no better company?
Edg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman; Modo he's called, and Mahu.
Glo. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so vile, That it doth hate what gets it.
Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.
Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot soffer
Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher :
Kent. Good, my lord, take his offer; Go into the house.
Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban :What is your study?
Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin.
Kent. Impórtane him once more to go, my lord,
Canst thou blame him?