Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws [Storm heard at a distance. Reg. This house is little: the old man and his people Cannot be well bestow'd. Gon. "T is his own blame; hath put himself from rest, And must needs taste his folly. Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, But not one follower. Gon. So am I purposed. Where is my Lord of Gloucester? Corn. Follow'd the old man forth. He is return'd. Re-enter GLOUCESTER. Glou. The king is in high rage. Corn. Whither is he going? Glou. He calls to horse; but will I know, not whither. Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself. Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay. Glou. Alack! the night comes on, and the high winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about Reg. O sir, to wilful men, The injuries that they themselves procure He is attended with a desperate train, And what they may incense him to, being apt Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 't is a wild night: My Regan counsels well: come out o' the storm. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A Heath. A storm, with thunder and lightning. Enter KENT and a Gentleman, meeting. Kent. Who's there, beside foul weather? Gent. One minded like the weather, most unquietly. Kent. I know you. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted 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 is division, Although as yet the face of it be cover'd With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall; Or the hard rein which both of them have borne To make your speed to Dover, you shall find I am a gentleman of blood and breeding, Gent. I will talk further with you. No, do not. For confirmation that I am much more Than my out-wall, open this purse, and take As fear not but you shall, show her this ring, Gent. Give me your hand. Have you no more Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet; That, when we have found the king, in which your pain That way, I'll this, he that first lights on him [Exeunt severally. SCENE IL Another Part of the Heath. Storm still. Enter LEAR and Fool. Lear. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd The cod-piece that will house What he his heart should make, And turn his sleep to wake. For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing. Enter KENT. Kent. Who's there? Fool. Marry, here's grace and a cod-piece; that's a wise man and a fool. Kent. Alas! sir, are you here? things that love |