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Your old kind Father, whose frank Heart gave all-
O that way madgess lyes, let me shun that,
No more of that.

Kent. Good my Lord, enter here.

Lear. Prithee go in thy self, 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 firft. You houselels Poverty [Exit Fool,
Nay, get thee in; I'll pray, and then I'll sleep-
Poor naked Wretches, wherefoe'er you are
That bide the pelting of this pitilefs Storm,
How shall your houseless Heads, and unfed fides,
Your lop'd and window'd raggedness, defend

From fearons such as these? O I have ta'en
Top little care of this; take Physick, Pomp,
Expose thy self to feel, what Wretches feel,
That thou may'st shake the Superflux to them,
And shew the Heav'ns more just.

Enter Edgar, disguis'd like a Madman and Fool.
Edg: Fathom and half, Fathom and half! poor Tom.

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 do'lt grumble there i'ch' Straw? Come forth.

Edg. Away, the foul Fiend follows me, through the sharp Hawthorn blow the Winds. Humph, go to thy Bed and warm thee.

Lear. Didst thou give all to thy Daughters? And art thou come to this?

Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom? whom the foul Fiend harh led through Fire, and through Flame, through Sword, and Whirlpool, c'er Bog, and Quagmire, that hath laid Knives under his Pillow, and Halters in his Pue; set Ratsbane by his Porredge, made him proud of Heart, to ride on a Bay trotting Horse, over four arch'd Bridges, to course his own fhadow for a Traitor, bless thy five Wits, Tom's, a cold. O do, de, de, de, do, de, bless thee from Whirle-winds, Star-blasting, and taking, do




poor Tom fome Charity, whom the foul Fiend vexes. There could I have him now, and there, and here again, and there.

[Storm ftillo Lear. Have his Daughters brought him to this pass? Could'It thou fave nothing? would'At thou give 'em all?

Fool. Nay, he reserv'd a Blanket, else we had been all sham’d.

Lear. Now all the Plagues that in the pendulous Air
Hang fàted o’er Mens faults, light on thy Daughters.

Kext. He hath no Daughters, Sir.

Lear. Death, Traitor, nothing could have fubdu'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.

Edg. Pillicock fat on Pillicock-hill, alow; alow, loo, loo.
Fool. This cold Night will turn us all to Fools, and Mad-

Edg. Take heed o’th'foul Fiend, obey thy Parents, keep, thy word, do Justice, swear not, commit not with Man's sworn Spouse ; fet not thy Sweet-heart, on proud array. Tom's a cold.

Lear. Wbat hast thou been?

Edg. A Servingman, proud in Heart, and Mind: That curl'd my Hair, wore Gloves in my Cap, serv'd the Lust of my Mistress Heart, and did the act of darkness with her. Swore as many Oaths, as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet Face of Heav'n, One, that Nept in the contriving Lust, and wakod to do it. Wine lov'd I dearly; Dice dearly; and in Woman, out-paramour'd the Turk. False of Heart, light of Ear, bloody handed. Hog in Noth, Fox in stealth, Wolf in greediness, Dog in madness, Lion in. prey. Let nor the creaking of Shooes, for the rustling of Silks, betray thy poor Heart to Woman. Keep thy Foot out of Brothels, thy Hand out of Plackers, thy Pen from Lenders Books, and defie the foul Fiend. Still through the Hawthorn blows the cold Wind : Says fuum, mun, nonny, Dolphin my Boy, Boy Sessey: Lct him trop by.

[Storm still.

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Lear. Thou wert better in a Grave, than to answer with thy uncover'd Body, this extremity of the Skies. Is Man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the Worm no Silk, the Beast no Hide, the Sheep no Wool, the Cat no Perfume. Ha! Here's three on's are fophistica: ted. Thou are the thing it felf; unaccommodared Man, is no more but such a poor, bare, forked Animal as thou art. Off, off you Lendings: Come, unbutton here.

[Tearing off his Cloaths. Enter Glofter with a Torch. Fool, Prethee Nuncle be contented; 'tis a naughty Night to swim in. Now a little Fire in a wild Field, were like an old Letcher's Heart, a small Spark, and all the rest on's Body cold; look, here comes a walking Fire.

Edg. This is the foul Flibbertigibbet; he begins at Curfew, and walks at First Cock; he gives the Web and the Pir, fquints the Eye, and makes the Hair-lip; Mildews the white Wheat, and hurts the poor Creature of the Earth,

Swithold footed thrice the old;
He met the Night-Mare, and her Nine-fold,
Bid her alight, and her troub-plight,

And aroynt thee Witch, aroynt thee.
Kent. How fares your Grace?
Lear. What's he?
Kent. Who's there? what is't you seek?
Glo. What are you there? Your Names?

Edg. Poor Tom, chat eats the swimming Frog, the Toad, the Tod-pol; the Wall-neur, and the Water-neut; that in the fury of his Heart, when the foul Fiend rages, Eats Coy-dung for Sallets; swallowsthe old Rar, and the Ditchdog; drinks the g een Mantle of the standing Pool; Who is whipe from Tyihing to Tything, and ftockt, punish'd, and imprison'd: Who hath three Suics to his Back, fix Shirts to his Body;

Horse to ride, and Weapon to wear;
But Mice, and Rats, and such small Dear,

Have been Tom's food for seven long Year;
Beware my Follower. Peace Smulkin, peace thou Fiend.
Glo. What, hath your Grace no better Company?


Edg. The Prince of Darkness is a Gentlemar, Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.

Glo. Our Flesh and Blood, my Lord, is grown fo vile, that he doth hate what it gets.

Edg. Poor Tom's a cold.

Clo. Go in with me; my duty cannot fuffer Tobey in all your Daughters hard commands: Though their injunction be to bar my Doors, And let this tyrannous Night take hold upon you, Yet have I ventur’d to come to seek you out, And bring you where both fire and food is ready.

Lear. Firft let me talk with this Philosopher ; What is the cause of Thurder?

Kent. Good, my Lord, take his offer, Go into th' House.

Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban:
What is your Study?

Edg. How to prevent the Fiend, and to kill Vermin.
Lear. Let us ask you one word in private.

Kent. Importune him once more to go, my Lord,
His wits begin t' unsettle.
Glo. Caoit thou blame him?

[Storm still.
His Daughters seek his death: Ah, that good Kent!
He said it would be chus; poor banish's Man,
Thou sayest the King grows mad, I'll tell thee, Friend,
I am almost mad my self, I had a Son,
Now out-law'd from my Blood, he fought my Life
But lately, very late; I lov'd him, Friend,
No Father his Son dearer: True to tell thee,
The grief hath craz'd my Wits. What a Night's this?
I do beseech your grace.

Lear. O cry you mercy, Sir:
Noble Philosopher, your company.

Edg. Ton's a-cold.
Glo. In, Fellow, there, into th’Hovel; keep thee warm.
Lear. Come, let's in all.
Kent. This way, my Lord.
Lear. With him

I will keep still with my Philosopher.

Kent. Good, my Lord, footh him; let him take the Fellow. Glo. Take him you on.


Kent. Sirrah, come on ; Go along with us,
Lear. Come, good Arbenian.
Glo. No words, no words, hush.

Edg. Child Rowland to the dar< Tower came,
His word was still, fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the Blood of a British Mar.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.

Glofter's Castle
Enter Cornwall and Bastard.
Corn. I will have revenge, e'er I depart his House.

Bajt. How, my Lord, I may be censur'd, that Nature thus gives way to Loyalty, something fears me to think of.

Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether your Brother's evil Disposition made him seek his Death: But a provoking Merit set a work by a reprovable badress in him. self.

Baft. How malicious is my Fortune, that I must repent to be just? This is the Letter which he spoke of; which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France. O Heavn's! that this Treason were not; or not I the Detector.

Corn. Go with me to the Dutchess.

Baft. If the matter of this Paper be certain, you have mighty Business in Hand.

Corn. True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Glofter : Seek out where thy Father is, that he may be ready for our apprehenfion.

Baft. If I find him comforting the King, it will stuff his Suspicion more fully. I will persevere in my course of Loyalty, though the conflia be fore between that and my Blood.

Corr. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt find a dear Father in my Love.

[Exeunt. SCENE V. A Chamber.

Enter Kent and Gloster, Glo. Here is better than the open Air, take it thankfully: I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can; I will not be long from you.


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