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What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be The terrors of the earth: you think,

I'll

weep: No, I'll not weep.--I have full cause of weeping: This heart shall break into a thoufand flaws Or ere I weep. O fool, I shall

go

mad. [Exeunt Lear, Glo'ster, Kent and Fool.

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Corn. ET us withdraw, 'twill be a storm.

(Storm and tempest, Reg. This house is little; the old man and his people Cannot be well bestow'd.

Gon. 'Tis his own blame hath put himself from rest, And must needs taste 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 desp’rate 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.

Exeunt.
ACT

Аст

III.

S CE N E I.

A HEAT H.

WHO

A form is heard, with thunder and lightning. Enter
Kent, and a Gentleman, severally.

KENT.
HO's there, besides foul weather ?

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

hair ;

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(Which the impetuous blasts with eyeless rage
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of.)
Strives in his little World of Man t'outscorn
The to-and-fro-conflicting Wind and Rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,
The lion, and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their furr dry; unbonnetted he runs,
And bids what will, take all.

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,
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Either

Now to you,

Either in snuffs and packings of the Dukes ;
Or the hard rein, which both of them have borne
Against the old kind king; or something deeper,
(Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings—)
But true it is, from France there comes a power
Into this scathed kingdom; who already,
Wise in our negligence, have secret seize
In some of our best ports, and are at point
To show their open banner-
If on my credit

you

dare build so far
To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
Some that will thank you, make just report
Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
The King hath cause to plain.
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding,
And from some knowledge and assurance of you,
Offer this office.
Gent. I'll talk further with

you.
Kent. No, do not:
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out-wall, open this purse and take
What it contains. If you shall fee 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 Atorm! 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.

[Exeunt severally.

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Lear. Bu blow?

Storm ftill. Enter Lear and Fool.
LOW winds, and crack your cheeks; rage,

You

You catara&s, and hurricanoes, spout [cocks!
'Till you have drencht our steeples, drownd the
You fulph'rous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunder-bolts,
Singe my white head. And thou all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o'th' world;
Crack nature's mould, all germins spill at once
That make ingrateful man.

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 blessing: here's a night, that pities neither wise men nor fools.

Lear. Rumble thy belly full, 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 subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure ;

-here I stand, your Brave; A poor, infirm, weak, and despisd old man ! But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles, 'gaint a head So old and white as this. Oh! oh! 'tis foul.

Fool. He that has a house to put's head in, has a good head-piece: The cod-piece that will house before the head has any, The head and he shall lowfe; so beggars marry many. That man that makes his toe, what he his heart should

make, Shall of a corn cry woe, and turn his sleep to wake. For there was never yet fair woman, but she made inouths in a glass.

S CE N E III.

To them, Enter Kent.
TO, I will be the pattern of all patience,
I will say
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Kent.

Lear.

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 : since 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 hast 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 practis'd on man's life! Close pent-up guilts,
Rive your concealing continents, and ask
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 dost, my boy? art cold ?
I'm cold myself. Where is the straw, my fellow?
The art of our neceflities is ftrange,

* Gallow the very wand'rers of the dark,] Gallow, a West-country Word, signifies to scar or frighten.

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