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SCENE I. A Heath.
KENT and a Gentleman, meeting.
But who is with him?
Sir, I do know you;
offer This office to you.
Gent. I will talk further with you.
No, do not.
Gent. Give me your hand: Have you no more to say?
Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet; That, when we have found the king (in which your pain That way; I'll this;) he that first lights on him, Holla the other.
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 Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing tires, 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 germens 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 daughters' blessing : here's a night pities peither wise men nor fools.
Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, 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 despis’d old man :But yet I call you servile ministers, That bave 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,
So beggars marry many.
What he his heart should make,
And turn his sleep to wake. --for there was never yet fair woman, but she made wouths in a glass.
Enter Kent. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience, I will say nothing
Kent. Who's there? Fool. Marry, here's grace, and a cod-piece; that's a wise man, and a fool.
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 carry The affliction, nor the fear. Lear.
Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That bast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice: Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue, That art incestuous: Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life!—Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man, More sinn'd against, than sipning. Kent.
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 bard house (More hard than is the stone whereof 'tis rais'd; Which even but now, demanding after you, Denied me to come in), return, and force Their scanted courtesy. Lear.
My wits begin to turn.Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold inyselt.-Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.
Fool. He that has a little tiny wit,-
With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain,--
For the rain it raineth every day.
[Exeunt Leur and Kent. Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtezan.—I'll speak a prophecy ere I go :
When priests are more in word than matter;
That going shall be us'd with feet.
SCENE llI. 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 sustain him.
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 at home; there is part of a power already footed : we must in