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What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be
O fool, I shall go mad.
Or ere I weep.
Corn. E T us withdraw, 'twill be a form.
(Storm and tempeft. Reg. This house is little; the old man and his people Cannot be well beltow'd.
Gon. 'Tis his own blame hath put himself from rest, And must needs talte his folly.
Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him galdly ; But not one follower.
Gon. So am I purpos'd. Where is my lord of Glofter ?
Enter Glo'fter. Corn. Follow'd the old man forth; he is return'd. Glo. The king is in high rage, and will I know
not whither. Corn. 'Tis best to give him way, he leads himself. Gon. My lord, intreat him by no means to stay.
Glo. Alack, the night comes on: and the high winds Do sorely ruffle, for many miles about There's scarce a bush.
Reg. O Sir, to wilful men, The injuries, that they themselves procure, Must be their school-masters : shut up your doors ; He is attended with a defprate train; And what they may incense him to, being apt To have his ear abus’d, wisdom bids fear.
Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord, 'tis a wild night. My Regan counsels well: come out o'th' storm.
A C T III.
Α Η Ε Α Τ Η.
A storm is heard, with thunder and lightning.' Enter
Κ Ε Ν Τ.
Gent. One minded like the weather, most
unquietly. Kent. I know you ; where's the King ?
Gent. Contending with the fretful elements ; 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
(Which the impetuous blafts with eyeless rage
Kent. But who is with him ?
Gent. None but the Fool, who labours to out-jest His heart-struck injuries.
Kent. Sir, I do know you,. And dare upon the warrant of my note, Commend a dear thing to you. There's division (Although as yet the face of it is cover'd With mutual cunning) 'twixt Albany and Cornwall : Who have (as who have not, whom their great stars Throne and set high ?) servants, who seem no less; Which are to France the spies and speculations Intelligent of our state. What hath been seen, D4
_Now to you,
Either in snuffs and packings of the Dukes ;
Gent. I'll talk further with you.
Kent. No, do not:
shall see Cordelia, (As, fear not, but you shall
) shew her that Ring, And she will tell you who this fellow is, That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm! I will go seek the King. Gent. Give me your hand, have you no more to fay?
Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet; That, when we have found the King, (in which you
take That way, I this :) he that first lights on him, Halloo the other.
Storm fill. Enter Lear and Fool. Lear. BLOW winds, and crack your cheeks; rage, D blow!
You cataraås, and hurricanoes, spout [cocks!
Fool. O nuncle, court-holy-water in a dry house is better than the rain-waters out o'door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters blefling: here's a night, that pities neither wise men nor fools.
Lear. Rumble thy belly full, spit fire, spout rain;
Fool. He that has a house to put's head in, has a
make, Shall of a corn cry woe, and turn his sleep to wake. For there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths in a glass.
S C Ε Ν Ε ΙΙΙ.
To them, Enter Kent. Lear. O, I will be the pattern of all patience, I will say nothing. D5
Kent. Who's there? Fool. Marry here's grace, and a cod-piece, that's a wiseman 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 wand'rers of the dark, And make them keep their Caves : lince I was man, Such sheets of fire, fuch bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry Th' affliction, nor the force.
Lear. Let the great Gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That haft within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipt of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand, Thou Perjure, thou Simular of virtue, That art incestuous : caitiff, shake to pieces, That under covert, and convenient seeming, Haft practisid on man's life!--Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and alk These dreadful summoners grace.
-I am a man, More finn'd against, than finning.
Kent. Alack, bare-headed ? Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempeft, Repose you there, while I to this hard house (More hard than is the stone whereof 'tis rais'd; Which even but now, demanding after you, Deny'd me to come in) return, and force, Their scanted courtesy.
Lear. My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How doft, my boy? art cold? I'm cold myself. Where is the straw, niy fellow? The art of our necessities is strange,
* Gallow the very wand'rers of the dark,] Gallow, a West-country Word, signifies to scar or frighten.