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Edm. Most savage and unnatural !

Glos. 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. [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 con

tentious storm Invades us to the skin : so 'tis to thee ; But where the greater malady is fix'd, 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 Doth from my, senses take all feeling else, Save what beats there.—Filial ingratitude ! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand, For lifting food to’t?-But I will punish home :No, I will weep no more.-In such a night To shut me out !- Pour on; I will endure :In such a night as this ! O Regan, Goneril ! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave you

all,
O, that way madness lies ; let me shun that;
No more of that.

Kent. Good my lord, enter here.
Lear. Pr’ythee, go in thyself; seek thine own

ease:

This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more :—but I'll go in :
In, boy; go first.—[to the Fool.] You houseless

poverty,

Nay, get thee in : I'll pray, and then I 'll sleep.

[Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta’en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel; That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.

Edg. [within.] Fathom and half, fathom and half !

poor Tom !

[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.
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 lạid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew; set ratsbane by his porridge; made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trottinghorse over four-inched 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, starblasting, 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 pass ?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 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
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh ?
Judicious punishment ! 'twas this flesh begot

To take is to blast, or strike with malignant influence.

Those pelican daughters.

Edg. Pillicock sat on pillicock's-hill ;-Halloo, halloo, loo, loo !

Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

Edg. Take heed o' the foul fiend: obey thy parents; keep thy word justly; swear not; commit 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 lust of my mistress's 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 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, ha no nonny, dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa ; let him trot by. [storm still continues.

" It was formerly the custom for lovers to wear gloves in their bats, as the favors of their mistresses.

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