night

Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,

And make them keep their caves. Since I was

man

Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard; man's nature cannot

carry

The affliction nor the fear.

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,

Unwhipp'd of justice; hide thee, thou bloody hand,

Thou perjured, and thou simular of virtue
That art incestuous; caitiff, to pieces shake,
That under covert and convenient seeming
Hast practised on man's life; close pent-up guilts,
Rive your concealing continents, and cry

These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man
More sinn'd against than sinning.

Kent.

Alack bare-headed!

Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tem-

pest;

Repose you there while I to this hard house,
More harder than the stones whereof 't is rais'd,
Which even but now, demanding after you,
Denied me to come in, return and force
Their scanted courtesy.

Lear.

Come on, my boy. cold?

I am cold myself. fellow ?

My wits begin to turn.
How dost, my boy? Art

Where is this straw, my

The art of our necessities is strange,

That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.

Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.

Fool. He that has and a little tiny wit,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
Must make content with his fortunes fit,

Though the rain it raineth every day. Lear. True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this hovel. [Exeunt LEAR and KENT. Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtezan. I'll speak a prophecy ere I go:

When priests are more in word than matter;
When brewers mar their malt with water;
When nobles are their tailors' tutors;
No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors;
When every case in law is right;
No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;
When slanders do not live in tongues;
Nor cut-purses come not to throngs;
When usurers tell their gold i' the field;
And bawds and whores do churches build;
Then shall the realm of Albion

Come to great confusion:

Then comes the time, who lives to see 't,
That going shall be used with feet.

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This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time.

[Exit.

SCENE III. A Room in GLOUCESTER's Castle.

Enter GLOUCESTER and EDMUND.

Glou. Alack, alack! Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing. When I desired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the use of mine own house; charged me, on pain of perpetual displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for him, nor any way sustain him.

Edm. Most savage and unnatural!

Glou. Go to; say you nothing. There is division between the dukes, and a worse matter than that. I have received a letter this night; 't is dangerous to be spoken; I have locked the letter in my closet. These injuries the king now bears will be revenged home; there's part of a power already footed; we must incline to the king. I will seek him and privily relieve him; go you and maintain talk with the duke, that my charity be not of him perceived. If he ask for me, I am ill and gone to bed. If I die for it, as no less is threatened me, the king, my old master, must be relieved. There is some strange thing toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful. [Exit. Edm. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke Instantly know; and of that letter too: This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me That which my father loses; no less than all: The younger rises when the old doth fall.

[Exit.

SCENE IV. The Heath. Before a Hovel.

Enter LEAR, KENT, and Fool.

Kent. Here is the place, my lord; good my lord,

enter :

The tyranny of the open night's too rough

For nature to endure.

Lear.

[Storm still.

Let me alone.

Wilt break my heart?

Good my

Kent. Good my lord, enter here.
Lear.

Kent. I'd rather break mine own.

lord, enter.

Lear. Thou think'st 't is much that this conten

tious storm

Invades us to the skin: so 't is to thee;

But where the greater malady is fix'd,

The lesser is scarce felt. Thou 'dst shun a bear;

But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea,
Thou 'dst meet the bear i' the mouth.

mind's free

When the

The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling else
Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude!
Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand
For lifting food to 't? But I will punish home:
No, I will weep no more. In such a night
To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure.
In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril!
Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all,-
O! that way madness lies; let me shun that;
No more of that.

Kent.

Good my lord, enter here. Lear. Prithee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease:

This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more.

[To the Fool.] In, boy; go first.

poverty,

But I'll go in.

You houseless

Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.
[Fool goes in.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe 'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O! I have talen
Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

Edg. [Within.] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom!

[The Fool runs out from the hovel. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle; here's a spirit. Help me! help me!

Kent. Give me thy hand. Who's there?
Fool. A spirit, a spirit: he says

Tom.

his name's poor

Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i' the straw?

Come forth.

Enter EDGAR disguised as a madman.

Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me! Through the sharp hawthorn blow the winds. Hum! go to thy bed and warm thee.

Lear. Didst thou give all to thy two daughters? And art thou come to this?