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What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be The terrors of the earth: you think,
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
mad. [Exeunt Lear, Glo'ster, Kent and Fool.
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.
S CE N E I.
A HEAT H.
A form is heard, with thunder and lightning. Enter
Gent. One minded like the weather, most
Gent. Contending with the fretful elements ;
(Which the impetuous blasts with eyeless rage
Kent. But who is with him ?
Gent. None but the Fool, who labours to out-jest
Kent. Sir, I do know you,
Now to you,
Either in snuffs and packings of the Dukes ;
dare build so far
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.
Lear. Bu blow?
Storm ftill. Enter Lear and Fool.
You catara&s, 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 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.
Kent, Who's there?
Lear. Let the great Gods,
Kent. Alack, bare-headed ?
Lear. My wits begin to turn.
* Gallow the very wand'rers of the dark,] Gallow, a West-country Word, signifies to scar or frighten.