"Till you have drencht our steeples, drown'd the cocks! Singe my white head! And thou all-shaking thunder, Crack nature's mould, all germins fpill at once Fool. O nuncle, court-holy-water in a dry house is better than the rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, ask thy daughters bleffing; here's a night that pities neither wife men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy belly full, fpit fire, spout rain! That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Fool. He that has a house to put's head in, has a good head-piece: The cod-piece that will houfe, before the head has For there was never yet fair woman, but the made mouths in a glass. SCENE III. To them, Enter Kent. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience, I will fay nothing. Kent. Who's there? Fool. Marry, here's grace, and a cod-piece, that's a wife man and a fool. Kent. Alas, Sir, are you here? things that love night, And make them keep their caves: fince I was man, N Such Such sheets of fire, fuch burfts of horrid thunder, Lear. Let the great Gods, That keep this dreadful thund'ring o'er our heads, Tremble, thou wretch, That haft within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipt of justice! Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Kent. Alack, bare-headed? I am a man, Gracious my Lord, hard by here is a hovel, (More hard than is the stone whereof 'tis rais'd; Lear. My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How doft, my boy? art cold? That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel; Poor fool and knave, I've one ftring in my heart That's forry yet for thee. Fool. He that bas and a little tiny wit, With beigh bo, the wind and the rain, Lear. True, my good boy: come, bring us to this hovel. Fool. 'Tis a brave night to cool a courtezan. I'll fpeak a prophecy or e'er I go; When priefts are more in words than matter, [Exit. When When brewers marr their malt with water; No 'Squire in debt, nor no poor Knight; Come unto great confufion. This prophecy Merlin fhall make, for I do live before his time. [Exit. SCENE IV. An apartment in Glo'fter's Caftle. Enter Glo'fter and Baftard. 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, charg'd me on pain of perpetual displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for him, or any way fuftain him. Baft. Most 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 fpoken, "I have lock'd the letter in my clofet: thefe injuries the King now bears will be revenged home; there is part of a power already footed; we' muft incline to the King, I will look for him, and privily relieve him; go you and maintain talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him perceiv'd; if he afk for me, I am ill, and gone to bed; if I die for it, as no less is threatned me, the King my old mafter must be relieved. There are ftrange things toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful. Baft. This courtefie forbid thee shall the Duke N 2 [Exit. [Exit. SCENE SCENE V. 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 th; open night's too rough For nature to endure. Lear. Let me alone. Kent. Good my Lord, enter here. Lear. Wilt break my heart? [Storm ftill, Kent. I'd rather break mine own; good my Lord, enter. Lear. Thou think'ft 'tis much that this contentious storm Invades us to the skin; fo 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fixt, The leffer is scarce felt. Thou'dft shun a bear; But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea, Thou'dft meet the bear i'th' mouth; when the mind's free, Kent. Good my Lord, enter here. Lear. Pr'ythee, go in thy felf, seek thine own ease, This tempeft will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more-but I'll go in ; Nay, get thee in; I'll pray, and then I'll fleep- [Ex. Fool. That thou may'st shake the fuperflux to them, you And And fhew the heav'ns more juft. Edg. [Within.] Fathom and half, fathom and half! poor Tom! Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a fpirit, help me, help me. [The fool runs out from the Hovel. Kent. Give me thy hand, who's there? Fool. A fpirit, a fpirit, he says his name's poor Tom.~2 Kent. What art thou that do'st grumble there i'th'.ftraw? come forth. SCENE VI. Enter Edgar, difguis'd like a Madman. Edg. Away, the foul fiend follows me. Through the fharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. Humph; go to thy bed and warm thee. Lear. Didft thou give all to thy daughters? and art thou come to this? 門 Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirl-pool, o'er bog and quagmire, that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pue; fet ratfbane by his porridge, made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting horfe, over four inch'd bridges, to course his own fhadow for a traitor, bless thy five wits, Tom's a-cold. O do, de, do, de, do, de,-bless thee from whirl-winds, ftar-blafting, 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 ftill. Lear. What! have his daughters brought him to this pass? Could't thou fave nothing? didst thou give 'em all? Fool. Nay, he referv'd a blanket, elfe we had been all fhamed. Lear. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters! Kent. He hath no daughters, Sir. Lear. Death, traitor, nothing could have fubdu'd nature To fuch a lowness, but his unkind daughters. Is it the fashion, that difcarded fathers N 3 Edg |