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? Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, and

halters in his pew; set ratsbane by his porridge; made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting-horse over fourinched bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor. Bless thy five wits! Tom's acold. O! do de, do de, do de. Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes. There could I have him now, and there, and there again, [Storm still. Lear. What! have his daughters brought him to this pass?

and there.

Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give them all. Fool. Nay, he reserved blanket, else we had been all shamed.

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 subdued nature

To such a lowness but his unkind daughters.

Is it the fashion that discarded fathers

Should have thus little mercy on their flesh? Judicious punishment! 'twas this flesh begot

Those pelican daughters. Edg. Pillicock sat on Pillicock-hill:

Halloo, halloo, loo, loo! Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools and mad

men.

Edg. Take heed o' the foul fiend. Obey thy parents; keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. Tom's a-cold.

Lear. What hast thou been?

Edg. A servingman, proud in heart and mind; mind; that curled my hair, wore gloves in my cap, served the lust of my mistress' heart, and did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven; one that slept in the contriving of lust, and waked to do it. Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly, and in woman out-paramoured the Turk: false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth,