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 guds,
That keep this dreadful pother? 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 simular3 man of virtue,
That art incestuous: Caitiff, to pieces shake,
'That under covert and convenient seeming4
Hast practis'd on man's life!-Close pent-up guilts,
Rive your concealing continents, and cry

These dreadful summoners grace.5-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;
Repose you there: while I to this hard house
(More hard than is the stone whereof 'tis rais'd;
Which even but now, demanding6 after you,

Denied me to come in,) return, and force

(1) Scare or frighten.

(2) Blustering noise.

(3) Counterfeit. (4) Appearance. (5) Favour.

(6) Inquiring.

Their scanted courtesy.

Lear. My wits begin to turn.— Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy? Art cold? I ain cold myself.-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 wil,

With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain,Must make content with his fortunes fit; For the rain it raineth every day.

this hovel.

Lear. True, my good boy.-Come, bring us to [Exeunt Lear 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;
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;
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 us'd 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 un

(1) Part of the Clown's song in Twelfth Night.

natural 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 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. [Exit. Edm. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke Instantly know; and of that letter too :This seems a fair deserving, 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.

Lear.

[Storm still.

Let me alone.

Wilt break my heart?

Kent. Good my lord, enter here.
Lear.

Kent. I'd rather break mine own: Good my lord,

enter.

Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much, that this conten

tious storm

(1) A force already landed.

Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee;
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 way 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
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
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel;
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

you

Edg. [Within.] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom!

[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.

Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i'the straw?

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 knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew; set ratsbane by his porridge; made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trottinghorse 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 continues.

Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to

this pass?

Could'st thou save nothing? Didst thou give them

all?

Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all shamed.

Lear. Now, all the plagues that in the pendu

lous air

Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters! Kent. He hath no daughters, sir.

(1) To take is to blast, or strike with malignant influence.