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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* bear would
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf [couch,
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all.

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!

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Rumble thy bellyfull! 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 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

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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 !

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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.

[carry Lear,

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,
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear :
But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea,
Thou’dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the

mind's free,
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 no more.-In such a night
To shut me out!-Pour on; I will endure :-
In such a night as this ! O Regan, Goneril!-
Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all,-
O, that

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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.

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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?

Didst thou give them all ?

Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air
Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters!

Kent. He hath no daughters, sir.
Lear. Death, traitor! nothing could have sub-

du'd nature
To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters.--
Is it the fashion, that discarded fathers
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
Judicious punishment! 'twas this flesh begot
Those pelican daughters.

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.

ACT IV.

THE JUSTICE OF PROVIDENCE.
That I am wretched,
Makes thee the happier:-Heavens, deal so still !

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Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man,
That slaves your ordinance*, that will not see
Because he doth not feel; feel your power quickly;
So distribution should undo excess,
And each man have enough.

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.
Come on, sir; here's the place ;-stand still.

How fearful
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! [air,
The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway
Show scarce so gross as beetles; Half way

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.

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