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That all the world shal - I will do such things, Glo. The king is in high rage.
Whither is he going ? The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep; Glo. He calls to horse; but will _I know not No, I'll not weep:
whither. I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads him Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
self. Or ere I'll weep: - 0, fool, I shall go mad! Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to [Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
stay. Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm.
Glo. Alaek, the night comes on, and the bleak (Storm heard at a distance.
This house Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about
O, sir, to wilful men, Gon.
'Tis his own blame; he hath put The injuries, that they themselves procure, Himself from rest, and must needs taste his folly.
Must be their schoolmasters : Shut up your doors ; Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
He is attended with a desperate train ; But not one follower.
And what they may incense him to, being apt Gon. So am I purpos'd.
To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear. Where is my lord of Gloster ?
Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild
night; Re-enter GLOSTER.
My Regan counsels well : come out o'the storm. Corn. Follow'd the old man forth; he is re
SCENE 1.- A Heath.
In some of our best ports, and are at point A storm is heard, with thunder and lightning. Enter If on my credit you dare build so far
Now to you:
To show their open banner.
To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
Some that will thank you, making just report Gent. One minded like the weather, most un- Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow quietly.
The king hath cause to plain. Kent. I know you ; Where's the king ?
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding; Gent. Contending with the fretful element : And, from some knowledge and assurance, offer Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
This office to you. Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
Gent. I will talk further with you. That things might change, or cease: tears his white Kent.
No, do not
For confirmation that I am much more Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Than my out wall, open this purse, and take Catch in their fury, and make nothing of:
What it contains : If you shall see Cordelia, Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn (As fear not but you shall,) show her this ring; The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain., And she will tell you who your fellow is This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would That yet you do not know. Fye on this storm! couch,
I will go seek the king. The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Gent. Give me your hand: Have you no more to Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.
Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all Kent. But who is with him ?
yet ; Gent. None but the fool; who labours to out-jest That, when we have found the king, (in which your His heart-struck injuries.
pain Kent. Sir, I do know you;
That way; I'll this :) he that first lights on him, And dare, upon the warrant of my art,
Holla the other.
[Exeunt severally. Commend a dear thing to you. There is division, Although as yet the face of it be cover'd
SCENE II. Another Part of the Heath. Storm With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall;
continues. Who have (as who have not, that their great stars Thron'd and set high!) servants, who seem no less;
Enter LEAR'and Fool. Which are to France the spies and speculations Lear. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks ! rage! Intelligent of our state ; what hath been seen,
blow! Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes; You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout Or the hard rein which both of them have borne Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the Against the old kind king; or something deeper,
cocks! Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings; You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, But, true it is, from France there comes a power Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Into this scatter'd kingdom ; who already,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking Wise in our negligence, have secret feet
Strike flat the thick rotundicy o'the world! Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy? Art cold? Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, I am cold myself. - Where is this straw, my fellow? That make ingrateful man !
The art of our necessities is strange, Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry nouse That can make vile things precious. Come, your is better than this rain-water out o'door. · Good
hovel, nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing ; here's Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart a night pities neither wise men nor fools.
That's sorry yet for thee. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire ! spout, rain !
Fool. He that has a little tiny wit, Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters :
With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain, I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness,
Must make content with his fortunes fit; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
For the rain it raineth every day. You owe me nó subscription ; why then let fall, Lear. True, my good boy. — Come, bring us to Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave,
this bovel. (Eseunt LEAR and Kest. A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man :
Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtezan. But yet I call you servile ministers,
I'll speak a prophecy ere I go :
When priests are more in word than matter'; Só old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul !
When brewers mar their malt with water; Fool. He that has a house to put his head in, has
When nobles are their tailors' tutors; a good head-piece.
No hereticks burn'd, but wenches' suiters
When every case in law is right;
No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;
When slanders do not live in tongues;
Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;
When usurers tell their gold i' the field;
And bawds and whores do churches build, -
Then shall the realm of Albion
Come to great confusion.
Then comes the time, who lives to see't,
That going shall be us'd with feet. - for there was never yet fair woman, but she made This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live leefore mouths in a glass.
| Ezi. Enter KENT.
SCENE III. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience, I
- A Room in Gloster's Castle. will say nothing.
"Enter GLOSTER and EDMUND. Kent. Who's there? Fool. Marry, here's grace, and a cod-piece; that's
Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this upa wise man, and a fool.
natural dealing: When I desired their leave that I Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? things that love might pity him, they took from me the use of mine night,
own house; charged me, on pain of their perpetual Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies
displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for him, Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,
nor any way sustain him. And make them keep their caves : Since I was man,
Edm. Most savage, and unnatural! Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
Glo. Go to; say you nothing: There is division
between the dukes; and a worse matter than that : Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard: man's nature cannot carry
I have received a letter this night ;- 'tis dangerous The affliction, nor the fear.
to be spoken ;- I have locked the letter in my do Lear.
Let the great gods,
set : these injuries the king now bears will be re That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,
venged home; there is part of a power already Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, footed : we must incline to the king. I will see That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
him, and privily relieve him : go you, and maintain Unwhipp'd of justice : Hide thee, thou bloody hand; talk with the duke, that my charity be not of kin Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue
perceived: If he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to That art incestuous: Caitiff, to pieces shake,
bed. If I die for it, as no less is threatened me That under covert and convenient seeming
the king my old master must be relieved. There is Hast practis'd on man's life!-Close pent-up guilts, some strange thing toward, Edmund; pray you, be
careful. Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. - I am a man,
Edm. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the dute More sinn'd against, than sinning.
Instantly know; and of that letter too :Xent.
Alack, bare-headed !
This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
That which my father loses ; no less than allt Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest;
The younger rises, when the old doth fall. [E Repose you there: while I to this hard house, (More hard than is the stone whereof 'tis rais'd; SCENE IV. - A Part of the Heath, with a Henk Which even but now, demanding after you, Denied me to come in,) return, and force
Enter LEAR, Kent, and Fool. Their scanted courtesy.
Kent. Here is the place, my lord; good my lord, Lear.
My wits begin to turn.
The tyranny of the open night's too rough a-cold. – 0, do de, do de, do de. — Bless thee For nature to endure.
(Storm still. from whirlwinds, 'star-blasting, and taking! Do Lear. Let me atone.
poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes: Kent. Good my lord, enter here.
There could I have him now, and there, - and Lear.
Wilt break my heart ? there, - and there again, and there. Kent. I'd rather break mine own: Good my lord,
Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to Lear. Thou think'st 'us much, that this conten
, this pass? tious storm
Could'st thou save thing? Did'st thou give them Invades us to the skin : so 'tis to thee ;
all ? But where the greater malady is fix'd,
Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear : been all shamed. But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea,
Lear. Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the
air mind's free,
Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters ! The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind Kent. He hath no daughters, sir. Doth from my senses take all feeling else,
Lear. Death, traitor ! nothing could have subdu'd Save what beats there. - Filial ingratitude !
nature Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand, To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters. For lifting food to't?- But I will punish home :- Is it the fashion, that discarded fathers No, I will weep no more. - In such a night Should have thus little mercy on their flesh ? To shut me out ! - Pour on; I will endure: - Judicious punishment! 'twas this flesh begot, In such a night as this ! O Regan, Goneril !. Those pelican daughters. Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all,- Edg. Pillicock sat on pillicock's-hill; 0, that way madness lies ; let me shun that ; Halloo, 'halloo, loo, loo ! No more of that,
Fool. This cold night will turn as all to fools and Kent.
Good my lord, enter here.' madmen. Lear. Pr’ythee, go in thyself ; seek thine own Edg. Take heed o'the foul fiend : Obey thy ease ;
parents; keep thy word justly; swear not; commit This tempest will not give me leave to ponder not with man's sworn spouse ; set not thy sweet On things would hurt me more. - But I'll go in : heart on proud array: Tom's a-cold. In, boy ; go first. - [To the Fool.] You houseless Lear. What hast thou been? poverty,
Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. that curled my hair ; wore gloves in my cap, served
[Fool goes in. the lust of my mistress's heart, and did the act of Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven: How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, one, that slept in the contriving of lust, and waked Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you to do it: Wine loved I deeply; dice dearly; and in From seasons such as these? O, I have ta’e woman, out-paramoured the Turk : False of heart, Too little care of this ! Take physick, pomp; light of ear, bloody of hand; Hog in sloth, fox in Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ;
stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, prey. Let not the creaking of shoes, nor the rustAnd show the heavens more just.
ling of silks, betray thy poor heart to women : Keep Edg. (Within.] Fathom and half, fathom and thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, half! Poor Tom !
thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul [The Fool runs out from the hovel. fiend. - Still through the hawthorn blows the cold Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. wind : Says suum, mun, ha no nonny, dolphin my Help me, help me!
boy, my boy, sessa ; let him trot by. Kent. Give me thy hand. - Who's there?
(Storm still continues. Fool. A spirit, a spirit; he says his name's poor Lear. Why, thou were better in thy grave, than Tom.
to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there of the skies. - Is man no more than this ? Consider i'the straw?
him well: Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast Come forth.
no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume : Enter Edgar, disguised as a madman.
Ha! here's three of us are sophisticated! – Thou
art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me!- more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. art. – Off, off, you lendings : Come; unbutton Humph! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. 1 here.
(Tearing off his clothes. Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters ? Fool. Pr’ythee,, nuncle, be contented; this is a And art thou come to this?
naughty night to swim in. — Now a little fire in a Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom ? whom wild field were like an old lecher's heart; a small the foul fiend hath led through fire and through spark, all the rest of his body cold. - Look, here fiame, through ford and whirlpool, over bog and comes a walking fire. quagmire ; that hath laid knives under his pillow, Edg. This is the foul ffend Flibbertigibbet : he and halters in his rew; set ratsbane by his porridge; begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting- gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and borse over four-inched bridges, to course his own makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and shadow for a traitor : Bless thy five wits! Tom's hurts the poor creature of earth.
Saint Withold footed thrice the wold;
With him; He met the night-mare, and her nine-fold; I will keep still with my philosopher. Bid her alight,
Kont. Good my lord, sooth him; let him take the And her troth plight,
fellow. And, aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!
Glo. Take him you on.
Kent. Sirrah, come on; go along with us.
No words, no words:
Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came, Glo. What are you there? Your names ?
His word was still, — Fie, foh, and fum Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog,
I smell the blood of a British man. (Erecinde the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend
SCENE V. - A Room in Gloster's Castie. rages, eats cow-dung for sallets ; swallows the old rat, and the ditch-dog ; drinks the green mantle of
Enter CORNWALL and Edmund. the standing pool ; who is whipped from tything to Corn. I will have my revenge, ere I depart his tything, and stocked, punished, and imprisoned ;
house. who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to Edm. How, my lord, I may be censured, that his body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear, nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears But mice, and rats, and such small deer,
me to think of. Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether your
brother's evil disposition made him seek his death Beware my follower: - Peace, Smolkin; peace, but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reproveable thou fiend!
badness in himself. Glo. What, hath your grace no better company? Edm. How mnalicious is my fortune, that I must Edg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman ; repent to be just! This is the letter be spoke of, Modo he's cail'd, and Mahu.
which approves him an intelligent party to the Glo. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so advantages of France. O heavens! that this treason vile,
were not, or not I the detector! That it doth hate what gets it.
Corn. Go with me to the duchess. Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.
Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, you Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer have mighty business in hand. To obey in all your daughters' hard commands : Corn. True, or false, it hath made thee earl of Though their injunction
be to bar my doors, Gloster. Seek out where thy father is, that be many And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you ; be ready for our apprehension. Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out,
Edm. (Aside.) If I find him comforting the king And bring you where both fire and food is ready. it will stuff his suspicion more fully. - I will perse
Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher :- vere in my course of loyalty, though the confia be What is the cause of thunder ?
sore between that and my blood. Kent. Good my lord, take his offer ;
Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shal Go into the house.
find a dearer father in my love. [Ezeus Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban :
SCENE VI. A Chamber in a Farn-House What is your study?
adjoining the Castle Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin. Lear. Let me ask you one word in private.
Enter GLOSTER, LEAR, KENT, Fool, and EDGAL Kent. Importune him once more to go, my lord, Glo. Here is better than the open air; take it His wlts begin to unsettle.
thankfully: I will piece out the comfort with what Glo.
Can'st thou blame him ? addition I can : I, will not be long from you. His daughters seek his death : - Ah, that good Kent. All the power of his wits
has given way to Kent!
his impatience : - The gods reward your kindness! He said it would be thus : - Poor banish'd man !
(Exit GLOSTEL Thou say'st, the king grows mad; I’U tell thee, Edg. Frateretto calls me ; and tells me Nero is friend,
an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent I am almost mad myself :' I had a son,
and beware the foul fiend. Now outlaw'd from my blood : he sought my life, Fool. Priythee, nuncle, tell me, whether a mad But lately, very late ; I lov'd him, friend, - man be a gentleman, or a yeoman? No father his son dearer : true to tell thee,
Lear. A king, a king!
(Storm continues. Fool. No; he's a yeoman, that has a gentleman The grief hath craz'd my wits. What a night's this! to his son ; for he's a mad yeoman, that sets his son I do beseech your grace,
a gentleman before him. Lear.
O, cry you mercy, Lear. To have a thousand with red burning its Noble philosopher, your company.
Come hizzing in upon them : Edg. Tom's a-cold.
Edg. The foul fiend bites my back. Glo. In, fellow, there, to the hovel : keep thee Fool. He's mad, that trusts in the tamédess
wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's the Lear. Come, let's in all.
Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign the Kent. This way, my lord.
Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer ;
Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here, and rest (To EDGAR.
awhile, Thou, sapient sir, sit here. (To the Fool.]-Now, Lear. Make no noise, make no noise ; draw the you she foxes !
curtains : So, so, so : We'll go to supper i' the Édg. Look, where he stands and glares ! - morning : So, so, so. Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam ?
Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.
Glo. Come hither, friend : Where is the king my
master? Why she dares not come over to thee.
Kent. Here, sir ; but trouble him not, his wits are Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the
gone. voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's Glo. Good friend, I pr’ythee take him in thy belly for two white herring. Croak not, black angel;
arms; I have no food for thee.
I have o'er-heard a plot of death upon him : Kent. How do you, sir? Stand you not so amaz'd: There is a litter ready; lay him in't, Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions ? And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt Lear. I'll see their trial first: - Bring in the
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master; Thou robed man of justice, take thy place ; If thou should'st dally half an hour, his life,
[To EDGAR. With thine, and all that offer to defend him, And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity, [To the Fool. Stand in assured loss :* Take up, take up; Bench by his side: - You are of the commission, And follow me, that will to some provision Sit you too.
[To KENT. Give thee quick conduct. Édg. Let us deal justly.
Oppress'd nature sleeps :
This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken Sleepest or wakest thou jolly shepherd ?
senses, Thy sheep be in the corn ;
Which, if convenience will not allow, And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
Stand in hard cure. - Come, help to bear thy Thy sheep shall take no harm.
master; Pur! the cat is grey.
Thou must not stay behind. '[To the Fool. Lear. Arraign her first ; 'tis Goneril. I here take Glo.
Come, come, away. my oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked (Exeunt Kent, GLOSTER, and the Fool, bearing the poor king her father.
off the KING, Fool. Come hither, mistress ; Is your name Edg.'When we our betters see bearing our woes, Goneril?
We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Lear. She cannot deny it.
Who alone suffers, suffers most i' the mind ; Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool. Leaving free things, and happy shows, behind : Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd looks But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip, proclaim
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship. What store ber heart is made of. - Stop her there! How light and portable my pain seems now, Anns, arms, sword, fire! - Corruption in the place! When that, which makes me bend, makes the king False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape ?
bow; Edg. Bless thy five wits !
He childed, as I father'd! - Tom, away : Kent. O pity!
- Sír, where is the patience now, Mark the high noises : and thyself bewray, That you so oft have boasted to retain ?
When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much,
thee, They'll mar my counterfeiting:
(Aside. In thy just proof, repeals, and reconciles thee. Lear. The little dogs and all,'
What will håp more to-night, safe scape the Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
king!/ Edg. Tom will throw his head at them :-Avaunt, Lurk, lurk. you curs ! Be thy mouth or black or white,
SCENE VII. - A Room in Gloster's Castle. Tootb that poisons if it bite;
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and
Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband;
show him this letter : Tom will make them weep and wail :
the army of France is
landed : -Seek out the villain Gloster. :
[Exeunt some of the Servants.
Reg. Hang him instantly. Do de, de de. Sessa. Come, march to wakes and Gon. Pluck out his eyes. fairs, and market towns:-Poor Tom, thyhorn is dry. Corn. Leave him to my displeasure. - - Edmund,
Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan, see what keep you our sister company; the revenges we are breeds about her heart: Is there any cause in nature, bound to take upon your traitorous father, are not that makes these hard hearts? - You, sir, I enter- fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you tain you for one of my hundred; only, I do not are going, to a most festinate preparation ; we are like the fashion of your garments : you will say, bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and they are Persian attire ; but let them be changed. intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister ;
[To EDGAR. farewell, my lord of Gloster.