Reg. And in good time you gave it. Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries; But kept a reservation to be follow'd With such a number; must I come to you With five and twenty? Regan, said you so ? Reg. And speak't again, my Lord, no more with me. [favour'd, Lear. Those wrinkled creatures yet do look wellWhen others are more wrinkled. Not being worst, Stands in some rank of praise; I'll go with thee: [To Gon. Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty; 5, before pointed out in fig. 83), may not have suggested the number here alluded to, and drawn in Fig. 93. 23 Gon. Hear me, my Lord. What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five, Reg. What needs one? (55) Lear. O, reason not the need: our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous; wear'st, Allow not nature more than nature needs, (55) This number, one, may refer, perhaps, to the dark shadow of that shape, on Lear's breast, as drawn in Fig. 94. O let not womens' weapons, water drops, That all the world shall-I will do such things, go mad!! SCENE XIII. Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm. [Storm and tempest. Reg. This house is little; the old man and his Cannot be well bestow'd. [people Gon. 'Tis his own blame hath put himself from And must needs taste his folly. [rest, Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly; But not one follower. Gon. So am I purpos'd. Where is my Lord of Glo'ster? Enter GLO'STER. Corn. Follow'd the old man forth;—he is re turn'd. [not whither. Glo. The king is in high rage, and will I know Corn. 'Tis best to give him way, he leads him self. Gon. My Lord, intreat him by no means to stay. Glo. Alack, the night comes on; and the high Do sorely rustle, for many miles about There's scarce a bush. Reg. O Sir, to wilful men, [winds The injuries that they themselves procure, And what they may incense him to, being apt Corn. Shut up your doors, my Lord, 'tis a wild night. My Regan counsels well : come out o' th' storm. A CT III. [Exeunt. SCENE I. A Storm is heard, with Thunder and Lightning. Enter KENT, and a Gentleman, severally. Kent. WHO's there, besides foul weather? (56) I should refer this Gentleman to the same prototype as Reynoldo in Hamlet, Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, [hair; That things might change or cease; tears his white Which the impetuous blasts with eyeless rage Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would The lion, and the belly-pinced folk Keep their fur dry; unbonneted he runs, And bids what will, take all. Kent. But who is with him? [couch, Gent. None but the fool, who labours to out-jest His heart-struck injuries. Kent. Sir, I do know you, And dare upon the warrant of my note, To make your speed to Dover, you shall find |