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And what th
night; My Regan
Thou didst not know of't. - Who comes here? 0| Lear. I gave you all -
Reg. And in good time you gave it.
Lear, Made you my guardians, my depositaries ;
But kept a reservation to be follow'd Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,
With such a number. What, must I come to you Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!- With five-and-twenty, Regan? said you
so? Art not asham'd to look upon this beard ? - Reg. And speak it again, my lord ! no more with
(To Goneril. me ! O, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand? Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look wellGon. Why not by the hand, sir? How have I favour'd, offended ?
When others are more wicked ; not being the worst
, All's not offence, that indiscretion finds,
Stands in some rank of praise :--I'll go
with thee! And dotage terms so.
. Lear. O, sides, you are too tough!
Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty,
Corn. I set him there, sir! but his own disorders Gon. Hear me, my lord !
What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five, .
To follow in a house, where twice so many
Reg. What need one?
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st
, To wage against the enmity o'the air;
Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
· Bat, for true To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,
0, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
The terrors of the earth! You think, I'll weep;
I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
(Exeunt Lear, Gloster, Kent, and Fool Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove: Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm. Mend, when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure;
(Storm heard at a distane. I can be patient; I can stay with Regan,
Reg. This honse I, and my hundred kvights.
Is little; the old man and his people cannot Reg. Not altogether so, sir !
Be well bestow'd.
Gon. 'Tis his own blame; he hath put
But not one follower.
Gon. So am I purpos'd. Leur. Is this well spoken now?
Where is my lord of Gloster ?
Glo. He call to horse; but will I know not whither.
Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads him. Hold amity ? 'tis hard; almost impossible.
Glo. Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak
There's scarce a bush.
The injuries, that they themselves procare,
And bids -
If ou my
To make Some that
of how at The king am a ge
And, from This ollic Gent. I Kent. N Por confit
What it As lear And she
I will Gent.
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors!
And what they may incense him to, being apt That
way; I'll this;) hé, that first lights on him, To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear.
Holla the other.
[Exeunt severally. Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord ! 'tis a wild night;
SCENE II. Another part of the heath. Storm My Regan counsels well: come out o'the storm!
Enter LEAR and Fool.
Lear. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! Аст
You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout
Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Gent. One minded like the weather, most un-singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, quietly.
Strike flat the thick rotundity o’the world!
Orack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once,
Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house
is better, than this rain-water out o'door. Good That things might change, or cease; tears his white nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing; here's hair;
a night pities neither wise men nor fools.
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness,
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would You owe me no subscription; why then let fall couch,
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
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.
made mouths in a glass.
Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience,
I will say nothing.
Kent. Who's there?
a wise man, and a fool. batt pod To make your speed to Dover, you shall find Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? things, that love night, distants Some that will thank you, making just report Love not such nights as these; the wratbful skies of how gonatural and bemadding sorrow
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,
Remember to have heard: mao's nature cannot carry
The affliction, nor the fear.
Lear. Let the great gods,
That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,
Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue,
That ouder covert and convenient seeming
Mive your concealing continents, and cry
Kent. Alack, bare-headed !
Fool. Nav all shamed
Lear. Nov Hang fatec Kent. He Lear. De
natur To such a Is it the f Should ha Judicions
Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; The tyranny of the open night's too rongh
Kent. I'd rather break mine own. Good my lord, Their scanted courtesy!
enter! Lear. My wits begin to turn. —
Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much, that this contenCome on, my boy! How dost, my boy? Art cold?
But where the greater malady is fir’d,
Thou’dst meet the bear i'the mouth. When the mind's
The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind
Is it not as this month should tear this hand, Lear. True, my good boy!- Come, bring us to For lifting food to't? – But I will punish home:this hovel!
(Exeunt Lear and Kent. No, I will weep no more! - In such a night Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtezan. To shut me out! - Pour on! I will endure! I'll speak a prophecy ere I go :
In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! When priests are more in word than matter;
Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all,When brewers mar their malt with water;
o, that way madness lies; let me shun that; When nobles are their tailors' tutors;
No more of that, No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors:
Kent. Good my lord, enter here! When every case in law is right;
Lear. Pr’ythee, go in thyself! seek thine own ease! No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder When slanders do not live in tongues ;
On things would hurt me more. —
- But I'll go in : Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;
In, boy! go first!—[To the Fool.) You hoaseless
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, That going shall be us’d with feet.
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before From seasons such as these? 0, I have ta’ea
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you his time,
[Exit. Too little care of this ! Take physic
, pomp! SCENE III. – A room in Gloster's castle.
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel!
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.
Kent. Give me thy hand! - Who's there? him, nor any way sustain him.
Fool. A spirit, a spirit!he says his name's poor Tom!
Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i'the
straw? between the dukes; and a worse matter than that: Come forth! I have received a letter this night; – 'tis dangerous
Enter Edgar, disguised as a madian. to the my clo- Edg. the set : these injuries the king now bears will be revengea Through the sharp Hawthorn blows the cold wine
!home: there is part of a power already footed: Humph! go to thy cold bed, and warm there we must incline to the king. I will seek him, and Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two privily relieve him: go you, and maintain talk with And art thou come to this? the duke, that my charity be not of him perceived. Edg. Who gives any thing to poor If he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed. If I die the foul fiend hath led through fire and throngh for it, as no less is threatened me, the king my old flame, through ford and whirlpool, master must be relieved. There is some strange thing quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful! Edm. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke
[Exit. and halters in his pew; set ratsbane by his porridge; Instantly know; and of that letter too.
made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me
horse over four-inched bridges,
some charity, whom the foul fieod veses! There
again, and there!
heaven: and wakec dearly; ar False of h in sloth, madness, nor the women! out of p defy the blows th dolphin
(Fool goes it.
Lear. T to answer of the ski him well no hide, Ha! here art the t.
here Fool. Pr naughty wild field
comes a ve
makes the hurts the
over bog and
AT And Kent.
Could'st thou save nothing? Did'st thou give them all ? that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend
Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been rages, eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old all shamed.
rat, and the ditch dog; drinks the green mantle of Lear. Now, all the plagues, that in the pendulous air the standing pool; who is whipped from tything to Hang fated o’er men's faults, light on thy daughters! tything, and stocked, punished, and imprisoned; Kent. He hath no daughters, sir!
who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to Lear. Death, traitor! nothing could have subdu'd his body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear, nature
But mice, and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Glo. What, hath your grace no better company? Edg. Pillicock sat on pillicock's-hill ;
Edg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman; Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!
Modo he's called, and Mahu. Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools and Glo. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so vile, madmen.
That it doth hate what gets it.
Though their injunction be to bar my doors,
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you;
[Storm still continues. I am almost mad myself: I had a son, Lear. Why, thou were better in thy grave, than Now outlaw'd from my blood; he sought my life, to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity But lately, very late; I lov'd him, friend, of the skies. - Is man no more, than this ? Consider No father his son dearer: true to tell thee, him well! Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast
[Storm continues. ide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume ! - The grief hath craz’d my wits. What a night's this ! Ha! here's three of us are sophisticated! - Thou I do beseech your grace, art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no Lear. O, cry you mercy, more, but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thon Noble philosopher, your company! art. – Off, off, you lendings! Çome; unbutton Edg. Tom's a-cold. here!
[Tearing off his clothes. Glo. In, fellow, there, to the hovel! keep thee warm! Fool. Prythee, nuncle, be contented! this is a Lear. Come, let's in all! naughty night to swim in! - Now a little fire in a Kent. This way, my lord ! wild field were like an old lecher's heart; a small Lear. With him! spark, all the rest of his body cold. - Look, here I will keep still with my philosopher. comes a walking fire!
Kent. Good my lord, sooth him! let him take the Edg. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet : he fellow! begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he Glo. Take him you on! gives the web and the pin , squints the eye, and Kent. Sirrah, come on! go along with us! makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and Lear. Come, good Athenian! hurts the poor creature of earth.
Glo. No words, no words !
Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still, - Fie, fol, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.
SCENE V.- A room in Gloster's castle.
Enter CORNWALL and EDMUND,
Corn. I will have my revenge, ere I depart his house.
Edm. How, my lord, I may be censured, that Kent. Who's there? What is't you seek? nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears Glo. What are you there? Your names ?
me to think of. Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether your toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water ; brother's evil disposition made him seek his death ;
When grief hath mat
SCENE VII. Enter CORNWALL, R
but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reproveable Lear. Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril
. I here takemy badness in himself.
oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I must the poor king her father. repent to be just! This is the letter he spoke of, Fool. Come hither, mistress! Is your name Goneril? which approves him an intelligent party to the ad- Lear. She cannot deny it. vantages of France. O heavens! that this treason Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool, were not, or not I the detector!
Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd looks Corn. Go with me to the dutchess !
proclaim Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, you What store her heart is made of. - Stop her there! have mighty business in hand.
arms arms, sword, fire! - Corruption in the plax! Corn. True, or false, it hath made thee earl of False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape? Gloster. Seck out where thy father is, that he may Edg. Bless thy five wits! be ready for our apprehension.
Kent. O pity! — Sir, where is the patience dor, Edm. (Aside.] if I find him comforting the king, That you'so oft have boasted to retain ? it will stuff his suspicion more fully. – I will per-| Edg: My tears begin to take his part 60 much
, severe in my course of loyalty, though the conflictj'They'll mar my counterfeiting. be sore between that and my blood.
Lear. The little dogs and all, Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me! find a dearer father in my love.
[Exeunt. Edg. Tom will throw his head at them :
Avaunt, you curs ! SCENE VI. 4 chamber in a furm-house, adjoining the east
Be thy mouth or black or white, Enter Gloster, LEAK, Kent, Fool, and EDGAR.
Tooth that poisons, if it bite; Glo. Here is better than the open air; take it
Mastiff, grey-bound, mongrel grim, thankfully: I will piece out the comfort with what
Hound, or spaniel, brach, or lym; addition I can: I will not be long from you.
Or bobtail tike, or trundle-tail; Kent. All the power of his wits has given way to
Tom will make them weep and trail: his impatience. — The gods reward your kindness!
For, with throwing thus my head, (Exit Gloster.
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled. Edg. Frateretto calls me; and tells me, Nero is an Do de, de de, Sessa! Come, march to wakes and angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and fairs, and market-towns. — Poor Tom, thy horu beware the foul fiend.
is dry! Fool. Pr’ythec, nuncle, tell me, whether a madman Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan, be a gentleman, or a yeoman?
breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature, Lear. A king, a king !
that makes these hard hearts? Yon, sir, I entertain Fool. No; he's a yeoman, that has a gentleman to you for one of my hundred; only
, I do not like this his son: for he's a mad yeoman, that sees his son a fashion of your garments : you will say, they are per gentleman before him.
sian attire; but let them be changed. Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits) Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here, and rest awhite Come hizzing in upon them:
Leur. Make no noise, make no noise! draw the curEdg. The foul fiend bites my
tains! So, so so. We'll go to supper i'the morning. Fool, He's mad, that trusts in the tameness of a So, so, so. wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath. Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon. Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign them straight.
Re-enter GLOSTFB. Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer!
Glo. Come hither, friend! Where is the king aj [To Edgar.
master? Thon, sapient sir, sit here! [To the Pool.] - Now; Kent. Here, sir! but trouble him not, his wits are you she foxes!
gone. Edg. Look, where he stands and glares !
Glo: Good friend, I pr’ythee, take him in ths artus ;
I have o'er-heard a plot of death upon him ;
And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt
meet Edg. The foul fiend haunts peor Fon in the voice ,
to . Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master: of a nightingale
. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
And follow me, that will to some provision
Which, if convenience will not allow,
Stand in hard cure.
(To Edgar. master;
(To Kent. Edg. Let us deal justly!
of the king
Edg. When we our betters see bearing
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who alone sufiers, suffers most i'the mind;
Corn. Edmund, f
Though well we ne Without the form Shall do a courtes May blame, but no traitor?
Reg. So white, Glo. Naughty lac These hairs, which Will quicken, and With robbers' har
Come, help to bear ths
[Exeunt Kent, Gloster, and the Fool, bearin;
You should not ru
Pur! the cat is grey.
'But then the mind much sullerance doth o'erskip, Leaving free things, and happy shows, behiod: