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Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one pride
Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows:----
Corn. What means your grace?
Lear. Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope [heavens, Thou didst not know of't. Who comes here? O Enter Goneril.
If you do love old men, if your sweet sway Allow obedience, if yourselves are old, [part!Make it your cause; send down, and take my Art not asham'd to look upon this beard?
O, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand? Gon. Why not by the hand, sir? how have I offended?
All's not offence, that indiscretion finds,
Lear. O, sides, you are too tough! [stocks? Will you yet hold?-How came my man i'the Corn. I set him there, sir: but his own disDeserved much less advancement. [orders
Lear. You! did you?
Reg. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so. If, till the expiration of your month, You will return and sojourn with my sister, Dismissing half your train, come then to me; I am now from home, and out of that provision, Which shall be needful for your entertainment. Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd? No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the enmity o'the air; To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,—— Necessity's sharp pinch!-Return with her? Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took Our youngest born, I could as well be brought To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg To keep base life a-foot :-) -Return with her? Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter To this detested groom. [looking on the Steward. Gon. At your choice, sir. [mad!
Lear. I pr'ythee, daughter, do not make me I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell: We'll no more meet, no more see one another :But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter; Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh, Which I must needs call mine: thou art a boil, A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle, In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee; Let shame come when it will, I do not call it : I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot, Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove: Mend, when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure: I can be patient; I can stay with Regan, I, and my hundred knights.
Reg. Not altogether so, sir;
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided
Lear. Is this well spoken now? [lowers? Reg. I dare avouch it, sir: What, fifty folIs it not well? What should you need of more? Yea, or so many? sith that both charge and danger
Should many people, under two commands,
From those that she calls servants, or from mine? Reg. Why not, my lord? If then they chanc'd to slack you,
We could control them: If you will come to me,
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: What, must I come to you With five-and-twenty, Regan? said you so? Reg. And speak it again, my lord; no more with me. [favour'd, Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look wellWhen others are more wicked; not being the worst, Stands in some rank of praise:-I go with thee; [to Goneril Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty, And thou art twice her love.
Gon. Hear me, my lord;
What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five,
Reg. What need one?
Lear. O, reason not the need: our basest beg-
I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
[excunt Lear, Gloster, Kent, and Fool.
Reg. This house
Is little; the old man and his people cannot Be well bestow'd.
Gon. 'Tis his own blame; he hath put Himself from rest, and must needs taste his folly. Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, But not one follower.
Corn. Follow'd the old man forth:-he is re-
DER AND LIGHTNING.
Enter Kent and a Gentleman, meeting.
Gent. Contending with the fretful element:
Kent. But who is with him?
Gent. None but the fool; who labours to out
His heart-struck injuries.
Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads
Kent. Sir, I do know you;
Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about
SCENE I. A HEATH. A STORM IS HEARD, WITH THUN- |(As fear not but you shall,) show her this ring,
Fie on this storm!
And dare, upon the warrant of my art,
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding;
Gent. I will talk further with you.
For confirmation that I am much more
Reg. O, sir, to wilful men,
The injuries, that they themselves procure,
Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild
SCENE II. ANOTHER PART OF THE HEATH.
Storm continues. Enter Lear and Fool. Lear. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout [cocks!
Strike flat the thick rotundity o'the world!
Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o'door.Good nunale, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing: here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy belly-full! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
Kent. Who's there?
Fool. Marry, here's grace, and a cod-piece;
Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? things that love
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. 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 threat
Lear. Let the great gods,
That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,
There is some strange thing toward Edmund;
Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue,
Edm. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke
Kent. Alack, bare-headed!
Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; [pest;
Lear. My wits begin to turn.—
Come on, my boy: how dost, my boy? Art cold?
When priests are more in word than matter;
Then comes the time, who lives to see't,
This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before
SCENE III. A ROOM IN GLOSTER'S CASTLE.
mine own house; charged me, on pain of their
Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund. I like not this annatural dealing: when I desired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the use of
SCENE IV. A PART OF THE HEATH, WITH A HOVEL.
Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool.
Kent. Here is the place, my lord; good, my
The tyranny of the open night's too rough
Lear. Let me alone.
Kent. Good my lord, enter here.
Lear. Wilt break my heart? [lord, enter.
Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee;
The body's delicate: the tempest in my mind
Kent. Good my lord, enter here.
Lear. Pr'ythee,go in thyself: seek thine own ease;
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
Edg. [within] Fathom and half, fathom and half!
Kent. Give me thy hand. Who's there?
Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there
Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters?
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 knives 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 four-inched 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 still. Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?[all? Could'st thou save nothing? Didst thou give them Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else had we all been shamed. [lous air Lear. Now, all the plagues, that in the penduHang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughKent. He hath no daughters, sir. [ters? Lear. Death, traitor! nothing could have sub-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
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? the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water; Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, that, in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend
To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters.tything to tything, and stocked, punished, and im
Is it the fashion that discarded fathers
prisoned; who hath had three suits to his back six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapon
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
Edg. Pillicock sat on pillicock's-hill ;
Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools
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?
madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of
Edg. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet; he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat,. and hurts the poor creature of earth.
Saint Withold footed thrice the wold;
And her troth plight,
And, aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!
Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair, wore gloves in my cap, served the lust of my mistress' 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, outparamoured the Turk; false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in
But mice, and rats, and such small deer,
Glo. What, hath your grace no better company. Edg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman; Modo he's called, and Mahu.
Glo. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so That it doth hate what gets it.
Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.
Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer
Kent. Good my lord, take his offer;
Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned
Lear. Let me ask you one word in private. Kent. Impórtune him once more to go, my lord, His wits begin to unsettle.
Glo. Canst thou blame him?
He said it would be thus:-poor banish'd man!Thou say'st the king grows mad; I'll tell thee, friend,
His daughters seek his death.-Ah, that goodness!
Edm. How, my lord, I may be censared, that nature thus gives way to loyalty, something 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 detector!
Corn. Go with me to the duchess.
SCENE VI. A CHAMBER IN A FARM-HOUSE, AIJOIN-
Enter Gloster, Lear, Kent, Fool, and Edgar. Glo. Here is better than the open air; take 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 kind [exit Gloster. Edg. Frateretto calls me; and tells me, Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.
Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou ebalt find a dearer father in my love. [exeunt.
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 hizzing in upon them :[spits
Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.
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:
Pur! the cat is grey.
Lear. Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honourable assembly,
Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, she kicked the poor king, her father. 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,
Fool. Come hither, mistress; is your nams Goneril?
Lear. She cannot deny it:
Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-