Then fhall the realm of Albion Come to great confusion. Then comes the time, who lives to fee 't, That going fhall be us'd with feet. This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time. [Exit. SCENE III. A Room in GLOSTER'S Caftle. Enter GLOSTER and EDMUND. Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing: When I defired 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. Moft favage, and unnatural! Glo. Go to; fay you nothing: There is divifion between the dukes; and a worse matter than that: I have received a letter this night;-'tis dangerous to be spoken; -I have lock'd 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 feek 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 lefs is threaten'd 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, fhall the duke Inftantly know; and of that letter too: This feems a fair deferving, and must draw me That That which my father lofes; no less than all: 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 Kent. I'd rather break mine own: Good my lord, enter. Lear. Thou think'ft 'tis much, that this contentious ftorm Invades us to the skin: fo 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fix'd, The leffer is fcarce felt. Thou'dft fhun a bear: But if thy flight lay toward the raging fea, Thou'dft meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free, Doth from my senses take all feeling else, Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand, No more of that, Kent. Good my lord, enter here. Lear. Lear. Pr'ythee, go in thyfelf; seek thine own ease; This tempeft will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more.-But I'll go in : Poor naked wretches, wherefoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, 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 fpirit, a spirit; he says his name's poor Tom. Kent. What art thou that doft grumble there i' the straw? Come forth. Enter EDGAR, disguised as a Madman. Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me ! Through the fharp hawthorn blows the cold wind.- Lear. Haft 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 |