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Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
LEAR'S EXCLAMATIONS IN THE TEMPEST. 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-executingt fires, Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunStrike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! [der, Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man!
Rumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscriptiong; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, А poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man :
* Whose dugs are drawn dry by its young: + Quick as thought.
* Avant couriers, French. S Obedience
yet I call you servile ministers,
Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? things that love
night, Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies 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, Such
groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot The affliction, nor the fear.
Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pothert o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice: Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd, and thou simularf man of virtue That art incestuous : Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seemings Hast practis'd on man's life!--Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners gracell.-I am a man, More sinn'd against, than sinning. Kent.
Alack, bare-headed! Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest.
Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much, that this conten.
tious storm Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee; * Scare or frighten.
+ Blustering noise. # Counterfeit. § Appearance. # Favour.
But where the greater malady is fix’d,
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, 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? 0, 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.
Enter EDGAR, disguised as a Madman.
Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters?
Didst thou give them all ?
Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air
Kent. He hath no daughters, sir.
ON MAN. 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: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.-Off, off, you lendings.
THE JUSTICE OF PROVIDENCE.
Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man,
PATIENCE AND SORROW. Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears Were like a better day: Those happy smiles That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.--In brief, sorrow Would be a rarity most belov'd, if all Could so become it.
LEAR'S DISTRACTION DESCRIBED. Alack, 'tis he ; why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea: singing aloud ; Crown'd with rank fumitert, and furrow weeds, With harlockst, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.
DESCRIPTION OF DOVER CLIFF.
down Hangs one that gathers samphirell; dreadful trade!
*i.e. To make it subject to us, instead of acting in obedience to it.
+ Fumitory # Charlocks. § Daws. || À vegetable gathered for pickling.