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When nature, being oppressed, commands the That to our sister you do make return : mind

Say you have wronged her, sir. To suffer with the body. I'll forbear;

Lear. Ask her forgiveness ! And am fallen out with my more headier will, Do you but mark how this becomes the house:To take the indisposed and sickly fit

“ Dear daughter, I confess that I am old: For the sound man.-Death on my state! where- Age is unnecessary : on my knees I beg fore

(Looking on KENT. | That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food." Should he sit here? This act persuades me Reg. Good sir, no more : these are unsightly That this remotion of the duke and her

tricks. Is practice only. Give me my servant forth : Return you to my sister. Go, tell the duke and his wife I'd speak with them, Lear. Never, Regan : Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me, She hath abated me of half my train ; Or at their chamber door I 'll beat the drum Looked black upon me; struck me with her Till it cry-"Sleep to death."

tongue, Glo. I'd have all well betwixt you. [Erit. Most serpent-like, upon the very heart.Lear. O me, my heart, my rising heart !-but All the stored vengeances of heaven fall down.

On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to You taking airs, with lameness ! the eels when she put them i’ the paste alive: she 1 Corn. Fie, sir, fie! rapped 'em o'the coxcombs with a stick, and Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blindcried, “ Down, wantons, down." 'T was her

ing flames brother that, in pure kindness to his horse, but Into her scornful eyes ! Infect her beauty, tered his hay.

You fen-sucked fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,

To fall and blast her pride!
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloster, and

Reg. O the blest gods!
Servants.

So will you wish on me, when the rash mood's on. Lear. Good morrow to you both.

Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my Corn. Hail to your grace.

curse; [Kent is set at liberty. Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give Reg. I am glad to see your highness.

Thee o'er to harshness: her eyes are fierce, but Lear. Regan, I think you are: I know what reason

Do comfort, and not burn. 'Tis not in thee I have to think so. If thou shouldst not be glad, | To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes, Sepúlch'ring an adultress. O, are you free? And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt

[To Kent. Against my coming in. Thou better know'st Some other time for that.— Belovéd Regan, The offices of nature, bond of childhood, Thy sister's naught. O Regan, she hath tied Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude : Sharp-toothed unkindness, like a vulture, here: Thy half o'the kingdom hast thou not forgot,

(Points to his heart. | Wherein I thee endowed. I can scarce speak to thee: thou 'lt not believe Reg. Good sir, to the purpose. Of how depraved a quality-O Regan!

[Trumpets within. Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope Lear. Who put my man i' the stocks? You less know how to value her desert,

Corn.

What trumpet's that?
Than she to scant her duty.
Lear. Say, how is that?

Enter Steward.
Reg. I cannot think my sister in the least Reg. I know 't; my sister's: this approves
Would fail her obligation. If, sir, perchance,

her letter She have restrained the riots of your followers, | That she would soon be here. Is your lady come? ”T is on such ground, and to such wholesome end, Lear. This is a slave whose easy-borrowed pride As clears her from all blame.

Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows. Lear. My curses on her!

Out, varlet, from my sight! Reg. O, sir, you are old :

Corn. What means your grace? Nature in you stands on the very verge

Lear. Who stocked my servant? Regan, I Of her confine : you should be ruled and led

have good hope By some discretion that discerns your state Thou didst not know of 't.—Who comes here? Better than you yourself. Therefore I pray you,

O, heavens,

thine

Enter GONERIL.

Lear. Is this well spoken, now? If you do love old men, if your sweet sway

Reg. I dare avouch it, sir. What, fifty folAllow obedience, if yourselves are old,

lowers! Make it your cause; send down, and take my! Is it not well? What should you need of more? part!

Yea, or so many; sith that both charge and danger Art not ashamed to look upon this beard ? Speak 'gainst so great a number? How in one

[ To GonERIL.

house 0, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand? Should many people, under two commands, Gon. Why not by the hand, sir ? --- How have , Hold amity? 't is hard; almost impossible. I offended ?

Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive All's not offence that indiscretion finds,

attendance And dotage terms so.

· From those that she calls servants, or from mine? Lear. O, sides, you are too tough! Reg: Why not, my lord ? If then they chanced Will you yet hold ?-How came my man i'the

to slack you, stocks?

i We could control them. If you will come to me Corn. I set him there, sir : but his own disorders' (For now I spy a danger), I entreat you Deserved much less advancement.

To bring but five-and-twenty: to no more Lear. You! did you?

! Will I give place or notice. Reg. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so. Lear. I gave you allIf, till the expiration of your month,

Reg. And in good time you gave it. You will return and sojourn with my sister, Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries;

nissing half your train, come then to me: But kept a reservation to be followed I am now from home, and out of that provision With such a number. What, must I come to Which shall be needful for your entertainment. !

you Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismissed! | With five-and-twenty, Regan? said you so ? No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose

Reg. And speak it again, my lord: no more To wage against the enmity o' the air ;

with me. To be a comrade with the wolf and owl:

Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look wellNecessity's sharp pinch !-Return with her!

favoured! Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took When others are more wicked, not being the Our youngest born, I could as well be brought

worst To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg | Stands in some rank of praise:-I 'll go with thee: To keep base life afoot.--Return with her!

[To Goneril. Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty, To this detested groom. [Looking on the Steward. And thou art twice her love. Gon. At your choice, sir.

Gon. Hear me, my lord : Lear. I pr'y thee, daughter, do not make me What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five, mad:

To follow in a house where twice so many I will not trouble thee, my child : farewell: Have a command to tend you? We 'll no more meet; no more see one another. Reg. What need one? But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter; Lear. O reason not the need : our basest Or rather a disease that 's in my flesh,

beggars Which I must needs call mine : thou art a boil, Are in the poorest thing superfluous : A plague-sore, an embosséd carbuncle,

Allow not nature more than nature needs, In my corrupted blood. But I 'll not chide thee: Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady: Let shame come when it will; I do not call it : If only to go warm were gorgeous, I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,

Why,nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove: Which scarcely keeps thee warm.-But for true Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure:

need, I can be patient; I can stay with Regan,

You heavens, give me that patience, patience I and my hundred knights.

I need! Reg. Not altogether so, sir :

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, I looked not for you yet, nor am provided As full of grief as age; wretched in both! For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister: If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts For those that mingle reason with your passion, | Against their father, fool me not so much Must be content to think you old, and som To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger ! But she knows what she does.

| O let not women's weapons, water-drops,

Corn. Followed the old man forth.-He is re

turned.

Stain my man's cheeks !—No, you unnatural

hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall I will do such things What they are yet I know not; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I 'll weep: No, I'll not weep I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I 'll weep.--0, fool, I shall go mad!

[Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool. Corn. Let us withdraw : 't will be a storm.

[Storm heard at a distance. Reg. This house is little; the old man and

his people Cannot be well bestowed. Gon. "T is his own blame: he hath put limself

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 Gloster?

Re-enter Gloster. Glo. The King is in high rage. Corn. Whither is he going? Glo. 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. Glo. Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak

winds Do sorely ruffle: for many miles about There's scarce a bush.

Reg. O, sir, to wilful men, The injuries that they themselves procure Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors : He is attended with a desperate train; And what they may incense him to, being apt To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear. Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 't is a wild

night: My Regan counsels well. Come out o'the storm.

[Exeunt.

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A Storm is heard, with thunder and lightning.

Enter Kent and a Gentleman, meeting. Kent. Who's here, beside foul weather? Gent. One minded like the weather, most un

quietly. Kent. I know you: where's the King ?

Gent. Contending with the fretful element: Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curvéd waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease: tears his

white hair:
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of:
Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would

couch,
The lion and the belly-pinchéd 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 outjest His heart-struck injuries.

Kent. Sir, I do know you ; And dare, upon the warrant of my art, Commend a dear thing to you. There is division, Although as yet the face of it be covered

With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Corn

wall; Who have (as who have not, that their great stars Throned and set high?) servants, who seem no less; Which are to France the spies and speculations Intelligent of our state : what hath been seen,

Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes, Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire! spout, Or the hard rein which both of them have borne

rain ! Against the old kind king; or something deeper, Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness : But true it is, from France there comes a power I never gave you kingdom, called you children; Into this scattered kingdom ; who already, You owe me no subscription : why then let fall Wise in our negligence, have secret feet

Your horrible pleasure : here I stand your slave, In some of our best ports, and are at point A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man :To shew their open banner.—Now to you:

But yet I call you servile ministers, If on my credit you dare build so far

That have with two pernicious daughters joined To make your speed to Dover, you shall find Your high-engendered battles 'gainst a head Some that will thank you, making just report | So old and white as this. O! O! 't is foul! Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow

Fool. He that has a house to put his head in, The King hath cause to plain.

has a good head piece. I am a gentleman of blood and breeding ;

The codpiece that will house And, from some knowledge and assurance, offer

Before the head has any, This office to you.

The head and he shall louse : Gent. I will talk further with you.

So beggars marry many. Kent. No, do not.

The man that makes his toe For confirmation that I am much more

What he his heart should make, Than my out wall, open this purse, and take

Shall of a corn cry woe, What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia

And turn his sleep to wake. (As fear not but you shall), shew her this ring; -for there was never yet fair woman but she And she will tell you who your fellow is, made mouths in a glass. That yet you do not know.–Fie on this storm! Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will go seek the King.

I will say nothing. Gent. Give me your hand: have you no more to say?

Enter Kent. Kent. Few words, but to effect more than all Kent. Who's there? yet:

Fool. Marry, here's grace and a codpiece : Tuat when we have found the King (in which that's a wise man and a fool. your pain

Kent. Alas, sir, are you there? Things that That way; I'll this), he that first lights on him,

love night, Holla the other.

[Exeunt severally. 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, Scene II.-Another part of the Heath. Storm Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never continues.

Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot

carry Enter LEAR and Fool.

The affliction nor the fear. Lear. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks ! Lear. Let the great gods, rage! blow!

That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout

Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned

wretch, the cocks!

That hast within thee undivulgéd crimes, You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Unwhipped of justice: hide thee, thou bloody Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,

hand; Singe my white head !- And thou, all-shaking Thou perjured, and thou similar man of virtue thunder,

That art incestuous : caitiff, to pieces shake, Strike flat the thick rotundity o’the world! That under covert and convenient seeming Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, Hast practised on man's life!--Close pent-up That make ingrateful man!

guilts, Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry Rive your concealing continents, and cry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. These dreadful summoners grace !-I am a man Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing: | More sinned against than sinning. here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Kent. Alack, bareheaded !-

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