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Stands in some rank of praise:-I'll go with
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,
And thou art twice her love.
Hear me, my lord;
What need you five and twenty, ten, or five,
To follow in a house, where twice so many
Have a command to tend you?
What need one?
Lear. O, reason not the need: our basest beg-
Are in the poorest thing superfluous: [gars
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beast's: thou art a lady;
If only to go warm were gorgeous, [wear'st,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous
Which scarcely keeps thee warm.-But, for
true need,-
[I need!

You heavens, give me that patience, patience
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both!
If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger!
O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!-No, you unnatural
I will have such revenges on you both, [hags,
That all the world shall-I will do such things,-
What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be
The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep;
No, I'll not weep:-

I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Or ere I'll weep:-0, fool, I shall go mad!
[Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, & Fool..

SCENE I. A Heath.

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A Storm is heard, with Thunder and Lightning.

Enter KENT and a Gentleman, meeting. Kent. Who's here, beside foul weather? Gent. One minded like the weather, most unquietly.

Kent. I know you: Where's the king?
Gent. Contending with the fretful element:
Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change or cease: tears his
white hair;

Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of:
Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn
The to-and-fro conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn beart would
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf [couch,
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all.
But who is with him?
Gent. None but the fool; who labours to out-
His heart-struck injuries.

[jest Sir, I do know you;

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Throned and set high?) servants, who seem
Which are to France the spies and speculations
Intelligent of our state; what hath been seen,
Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes;
Or the hard rein which both of them have borne
Against the old kind king; or something deeper,
Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings||;
[But,true it is,from France there comes a power
Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already,
Wise in our negligence, have secret feet
In some of our best ports, and are at point
To show their open banner.-Now to you:
If on my credit you dare build so far
To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
Some that will thank you, making just report
Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
The king hath cause to 'plain.

I am a gentleman of blood and breeding;
And, from some knowledge and assurance, offer
This office to you.]

+ Whose dugs are drawn dry by its young.

Which teaches us "to find the mind's construction in the face." Snuffs are dislikes,

• Instigate.

and packings underhand contrivances.


Gent. I will talk further with you. Kent.

No, do not. For confirmation that I am much more. Than my out wall, open this purse, and take What it contains: If you shall see Cordelia, (As fear not but you shall,) show her this ring; And she will tell you who your fellow is, That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm! I will go seek the king. [more to say? Gent. Give me your hand: Have you no Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet; [your pain That, when we have found the king, (in which That way; I'll this ;) he that first lights on him, Holla the other. [Exeunt severally. SCENE II. Another Purt of the Heath.

Storm continues.
Enter LEAR and Fool.

Lear. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd

the cocks!

You sulphurous and thought-executing + fires, Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,

Strike flat the thick rotundity o'the world! Crack nature's moulds,all gerinens spill at once, That make ingrateful man!

Fool. O nuncle, court holy water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o'door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. [spout, rain! Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Nor rain,wind, thunder, tire, are my daughters; I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ||; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave,

A poor, infirm, weak, and despised 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
So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul!
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.

-for there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths in a glass.

Enter KENT.

Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience, I will say nothing.

• Companion. + Quick as thought. § A proverbial phrase for fair words. • Blustering noise. ++ Counterfeit.

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Thou perjured, and thou simular tt man of vir-
That art incestuous: Caitiff, to pieces shake,
That under covert and convenient seeming
Hast practised on man's life!-Close pent-up

Rive your concealing continents, and cry
These dreadful summoners graces.-I am a
More sinn'd against, than sinning. [man,
Alack, bare-headed!

Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest;

Repose you there: while I to this hard house,
(More hard than is the stone whereof 'tis raised;
Which even but now, demanding |||| after you,
Denied me to come in,) return, and force
Their scanted courtesy.

My wits begin to turn,-
Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy? Art
I am cold myself.-Where is this straw, my
The art of our necessities is strange, [hovel,
That can make vile things precious. Come,your
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in myheart
That's sorry yet for thee.

Fool. He that has a little tiny wit,With heigh ho, the wind and the rain,[tunes fit; Must make content with his forFor the rain it raineth every

day ¶¶.

Lear. True, my good boy.-Come, bring us to this hovel. [Exeunt LEAR & KENT. Fool. This is a brave night to cool a cour. tezan. I'll speak a prophecy ere I go:

When priests are more in word thau matter;
When brewers mar their malt with water;
When nobles are their tailors' tutors;
No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors:
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;

Avant courier, French.
Scare or frighten.

|| Obedience. Appearance.


¶¶ Part of the Clown's song in Twelfth Night.

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 used with feet. This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time. [Exit. SCENE III. A Room in Gloster's Castle. Enter GLOSTER and EDMUND. Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing: When I desired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the use of mine own house; charged me, on pain of their perpetual displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for him, nor any way tain him.

In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril!-
Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave

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

Kent. Good my lord, enter here. [ease;
Lear. Pr'ythee, go in thyself; seck thine own
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 house-
less 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 storin,
How shall your houseless heads,and unfed sides,
sus-Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend
From seasons, such as these? O,I have ta'en [you
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!

Edm. Most savage, and unnatural! Glo. 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. [Erit. Edm.This courtesy,forbid thee,shall the duke Instantly know; and of that letter too :This seems a fairdeserving, 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.

Let me alone.

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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 uo more. In such a night
To shut me out!-Pour on; I will endure:-

[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. [i'the straw? Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there 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 laid knive 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.O, 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.

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subdued nature

[ters.To such a lowness, but his unkind daugh

* A force already landed. + To take is to blast, or strike with malignant influence.

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 sat on pillicock's-hill;-
Halloo, halloo, loo, Ioo!"

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 continues. Lear. Why, thou were better in thy grave, than to answer with thy uncover'd body this extremity of the skies.-Is man no more than this? Consider him well: Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume:-Ha! here's three of us are sophisticated!-Thou art the thing itself: naccommodated man is no more but such a oor, bare, forked animal as thou art.-Off, , you lendings:-Come, unbutton heret.

[Tearing off his clothes. Fool. Pr'ythee, nuncle, be contented; this is naughty night to swim in.-Now a little fire n a wild field were like an old lecher's heart; small spark, all the rest of his body cold. Look, here comes a walking fire.

Edg. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: e begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; e gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, nd makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth. Saint Witholds footed thrice the wold; He met the night-mare, and her nineBid her alight, [fold;

And her troth plight,

And, uroint thee, witch, aroint thee! Kent. How fares your grace?

Enter GLOSTER, with a Torch.

Lear. What's he?

Kent. Who's there? What is't you seek? Glo. What are you there? Your names? Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the 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 ty thing to tythingtt,and stocked, punished, and imprisoned; who hath had three suits 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,Smolkinft;peace, thou fiend!


Glo. What, hath your grace no better comEdg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman; Modo he's call'd, and Mahu §§. [so vile, Glo. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown That it doth hate what gets it. Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.

Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer To obey in all your daughters' hard commands; Thongh their injunction be to bar my doors, And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you; Yet have I ventured to come seck you out, And bring you where both fire and food is ready. [sopher :Lear. First let me talk with this philo. What is the cause of thunder?

Kent. Good my lord, take his offer; Go into the house.


Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned What is your study? [vermin.

Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill Lear. Let me ask you one word in private. Kent. Impórtune him once more to go, my His wits begin to unsettle. [lord.

Canst thou blame him? [Kent!-
His daughters seek his death:-Ah, that good
He said it would be thus:---Poor banish'd man!---
Thou sayst the king grows mad; I'll tell thee,

I am almost mad myself; I had a son, [life,
Now outlaw'd from my blood; he sought my
But lately, very late; I loved him, friend,---
No father his son dearer: true to tell thee,
[Storm continues.
The grief hath crazed my wits. What a night's
I do beseech your grace,-
O, cry you mercy,
Noble philosopher, your company.
Edg. Tom's a-cold.
[thee warm.
Glo. In, fellow, there, to the hovel; keep
Lear. Come, let's in all.



This way, my lord.

With him;

I will keep still with my philosopher.

Kent. Good my lord, soothe him; let him Glo. Take him you on. [take the fellow.

It was the custom to wear gloves in the hat, as the favour of a mistress. The words unbutton here, are probably only a marginal direction crept into the matter. Diseases of the eye. A saint said to protect his devotees from the disease called e night-mare. Wild downs, so called in various parts of England. Avaunt. * i. e., The water-newt. tt A tything is a division of a county. Name of a spirit. $5 The chief devil.


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Fool. He's mad, that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath. [straight:Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign them Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer:[TO EDGAR,

Thou, sapient sir, sit here. [To the Fool.]Now, you she foxes!

Edg. Look, where he stands and glares!— Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam?

Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me.Fool. Her boat hath a leak,

And she must not speak

Why she dares not come over to thee. Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the

Elm. How, my lord, I may be censured, that nature thus gives way to loyalty, some-voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries in thing fears me to think of.

Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition made him seek his death; but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reproveable badness in himself.

Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent to be just! This is the letter he spoke of, which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France. O heavens! that this treason were not, or not I the de


Corn. Go with me to the duchess.

Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, you have mighty business in hand.

Corn. True, or false, it hath made thee earl of Gloster. Seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our apprehension.

Edm. [Aside.] If I find him comforting the king, it will stuff his suspicion more fully.-I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that and my blood. Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. A Chamber in a Farm-House adjoining the Castle.


Glo. Here is better than the open air; take it thankfully I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can: I will not be long from you.

Kent. All the power of his wits has given way to his impatience:-The gods reward your kindness! [Exit GLOSTER. Edg. Frateretto calls me; and tells me, Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent t, and beware the foul fiend.

Fool. Pr'ythee, nuncle, tell me, whether a madman be a gentleman, or a yeoman?

Lear. A king, a king!

Fool. No; he's a yeoman, that has a gentleman to his son: for he's a mad yeoman, that sees his son a gentleman before him.

Lear. To have a thousand with red burning Come hissing in upon them:

Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.


not, black angel; I have no food for thee. Tom's belly for two white herrings. Croak

Kent. How do you, sir? Stand you not so amazed:

Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions? Lear. I'll see their trial first:-Bring in the evidence.

Thou robed man of justice, take thy place; [To EDGAR.

And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity,

[To the Fool. Sit you too. Bench by his side:---You are ofthe commission, [TO KENT.

Edg. Let us deal justly.
Sleepest, or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
Thy sheep be in the corn;

And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
Pur! the cat is grey.
Thy sheep shall take no harm.

take my oath before this honourable assembly, Lear. Arraign her first; tis Goneril. I here she kicked the poor king her father.

Fool. Come hither, mistress; Is your name Goneril?

Lear. She cannot deny it.

Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.

Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd

looks proclaim [there! What store her heart is made of.-Stop her Arms, arins, sword, fire !-Corruption in the place! False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape?

Edg. Bless thy five wits!

Kent. O pity!-Sir, where is the patience That you so oft have boasted to retain? [now, Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much,

They'll mar my counterfeiting.

Lear. The little dogs and all,

[Aside. [at me.

Tray, Blanch, and Sweat-heart, see, they bark
Edg. Tom will throw his head at them :-
Avaunt, you curs!

Be thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
Hound, or spaniel, brach, or lym||;

Child is an old term for knight.

+Addressed to the Fool, who were anciently called Innocents.

Edgar is speaking in the character of a madman, who thinks he sees the fiend.
A blood-hound.

Brook or rivulet.

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