III. i. 40 I am a Gentleman of blood and breeding, Gent. I will talke farther with you. Kent. No doe not, For confirmation that I much more Then my out-wall, open this purse and take As feare not but you fhall, fhew her this ring, Gent. Giue me your hand, haue you no more to say? 10 20 Enter Lear and Foole. Lear. Blow wind & cracke your cheekes, rage, blow Oke-cleauing thunderboults, finge my white head, And thou all shaking thunder, smite flat The thicke Rotunditie of the world, cracke natures Ingratefull man. Foole. O Nunckle, Court holy water in a drie houfe Good Nunckle in, and aske thy daughters blessing, Lear. Rumble thy belly full, fpit fire, spout raine, I neuer gaue you kingdome, cald you children, You owe me no subscription, why then let fall your horrible (plefure III. i. Gent. I will talke further with you. Kent. No, do not:. For confirmation that I am much more 50 I will go feeke the King. Gent. Giue me your hand, Haue you no more to say? Kent. Few words, but to effect more then all yet; That when we haue found the King, in which your pain That way, Ile this: He that first lights on him, Holla the other. Exeunt. III. ii. 10 20 Lear. Blow windes, & crack your cheeks; Rage, blow You Cataracts, and Hyrricano's spout, Till you haue drench'd our Steeples, drown the Cockes. You Sulph'rous and Thought-executing Fires, Vaunt-curriors of Oake-cleauing Thunder-bolts, Sindge my white head. And thou all-shaking Thunder, Cracke Natures moulds, all germaines fpill at once Foole. O Nunkle, Court holy-water in a dry house, is better then this Rain-water out o'doore. Good Nunkle, in, aske thy Daughters bleffing, heere's a night pitties neither Wifemen, nor Fooles. Lear. Rumble thy belly full: spit Fire, spowt Raine: Nor Raine, Winde, Thunder, Fire are my Daughters; I taxe not you, you Elements with vnkindneffe. I neuer gaue you Kingdome, call'd you Children III. ii. Ministers, that haue with 2. pernitious daughters ioin'd Foole. Hee that has a houfe to put his head in, has a good head peece, the Codpeece that will houfe before the head, has 30 any the head and hee fhall lowfe, fo beggers mary many, the man that makes his toe, what hee his heart should make, shall haue a corne cry woe, and turne his fleepe to wake, for there was neuer yet faire woman but fhee made mouthes in a glaffe. 40 Lear. No I will be the patterne of all patience En.ter Kent. Kent. Whose there? Foole. a foole. Marry heers Grace, & a codpis, that's a wifeman and Kent. Alas fir, fit you here? Things that loue night, loue not fuch nights as these, [42 The wrathfull Skies gallow, the very wanderer of the Since I was man, fuch sheets of fire, 50 Such bursts of horred thunder, fuch grones of To haue heard, mans nature cannot cary The affliction, nor the force. Lear. Let the great Gods that keepe this dreadful Vndivulged crimes, vnwhipt of Iuftice, Hide thee thou bloudy hand, thou periur'd, and Caytife in peeces shake, that vnder couert And conuenient seeming, haft practised on mans life, 60 I am a man more find against their finning. Kent Alacke bare headed, gracious my Lord, hard by here is a houell, fome friendship will it lend you gainst the tempeft, repose you there, whilft I to this hard house, more hard then is the stone whereof tis rais'd, which euen but now demaunding III.ii. But yet I call you Seruile Ministers, Foole. He that has a houfe to put's head in, has a good 30 40 50 60 The Codpiece that will house, before the head has any; Enter Kent. Lear. No, I will be the patterne of all patience, Foole. Marry here's Grace, and a Codpiece, that's a Kent. Alas Sir are you here? Things that loue night, And make them keepe their Caues: Since I was man, Lear. Let the great Goddes That keepe this dreadfull pudder o're our heads, Finde out their enemies now. Tremble thou Wretch, That haft within thee vndivulged Crimes Vnwhipt of Iuftice. Hide thee, thou Bloudy hand; Thou Periur'd, and thou Simular of Vertue That art Incestuous. Caytiffe, to peeces fhake That vnder couert, and conuenient seeming Ha's practis'd on mans life. Close pent-vp guilts, Thefe dreadfull Summoners grace. I am a man, Kent. Alacke, bare-headed? Gracious my Lord, hard by heere is a Houell, Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the Tempest: [296b III. ii. after me, denide me to come in, returne and force their fcanted 70 Lear. My wit begins to turne, Come on my boy, how doft my boy, art cold? I am cold my felfe, where is this ftraw my fellow, Foole. Hee that has a little tine witte, with hey ho the wind Lear. True my good boy, come bring vs to this houell? III. iii. Enter Glofter and the Bastard with lights. Gloft. Alacke alacke Edmund I like not this, [43 |