The injuries that they themselves procure, Must be their School-Mafters: Shut up your doors; He is attended with a defperate train, And what they may incenfe him to, being apt To have his Ear abus'd, Wisdom bids fear. Corn. Shut up your doors, my Lord, 'tis a wild Night. My Regan Counfels well: Come out o'th' Storm. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE SCENE I. A Heath. A Storm is heard with Thunder and Lightning. Enter Kent, and a Gentleman, feverally. Kent. foul weather? (quietly. Who's there befindes fd like the weather, moft un Gent. One Kent. I know you: Where's the King? Gent. Contending with the fretful Elements; Bids the wind blow the Earth into the Sea, Or fwell the curled Waters 'bove the Main, That things might change, or cease. Kent. But who is with him? Gent. None but the Fool, who labours to out-jeft His heart-truck injuries. Kent. Sir, I do know you, And dare upon the warrant of my note Commend a dear thing to you. There is divifion Or the hard Rein which both of them have born Kent. No, do not: For confirmation that I am much more Ff 3 Than Than my out-wall; open this purfe, and take Gent. Give me your hand, Have you no more to say? 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 firft lights on him, Hollow the other. Storm fill. Enter Lear and Fool. [Exeunt. Lear. Blow Winds, and crack your Cheeks; Rage, blow You Cataracts, and Hurricano's fpour, 'Till you have drencht our Steeples, drown the Cocks. Crack Nature's moulds, all Germains fpill at once Fool. O Nuncle, Court-holy-water in a dry Houfe, is better than the Rain-water out o'door. Good Nuncle, in, ask thy Daughter's bleffing; here's a Night pities neither Wife-men, nor Fools. Lear. Rumble thy Belly full, fpit Fire, fpout Rain; That will with two pernicious Daughters join Slave, Fool. He that has à House to put's head in, has a good Head-piece: The Codpiece that will house, before the head has any: The head, and he fhall Lowfe; fo Beggars marry many. That That Man that makes his toe, what he his heart should make, Shall of a Corn cry woe, and turn his fleep to wake. For there was never yet fair Woman, but the made mouths in a Glass. Enter Kent. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all Patience, I will fay nothing. Kent. Who's there? Fool. Marry here's Grace, and a Codpiece, that's aWifeman, and a Fool. Kent. Alas Sir, are you here? things that love Night, And make them keep their Caves: Since I was Man, Lear. Let the great Gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Unwhipt of Juftice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Kent. Alack, bare-headed? Gracious my Lord, hard by here is a Hovel, Some friendship will it lend you 'gainft the tempeft: Their fcanted courtefie. Lear. My wits begin to turn. Come on my Boy. I am cold my felf. How doft my Boy? Art cold? The The art of our Neceffities is ftrange, in my heart And can make vild things precious. Come, your Hovel; Fool. He that has and a little tyne wit, Lear. True Boy: come bring us to this Hovel. [Exit. Fool. This is a brave Night to cool a Curtizan: I'll speak a Prophecy e'er I go; When Priefts are more in words, than matter, And Bawds and Whores do Churches build; Then thall the Realm of Albion come to great confufior, Then comes the time, who lives to fee't That going fhall be us'd with feet. This Prophecy Merlin shall make, For I do live before his time. SCENE II. [Exit. An Apartment in Gloster's Enter Glofter and Baftard. Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing; when I defired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the ufe of mine own Houle, charg'd me on pain of perpetual Difpleafure, neither to speak of him, entreat for him, or any way fuftain him. Baft. Most favage unnatural. Glo. Go too; fay you nothing. There is divifion be tween the Dukes, and a worfe matter than that: I have received a Letter this Night, 'tis dangerous to be spoken, I have lock'd the Letter in my Clefet, thefe Injuries the King now now bears, will be revenged home; there is part of a Power Baft. This Courtefie forbid thee, fhall the Duke [Exit. Part of the Heath with 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. Let me alone. Kent. Good my Lord, enter here. Lear. Wilt break my Heart? [Storm ftill. Kent. I had rather break mine own; good my Lord enter. Lear. Thou think'ft 'tis much that this contentious ftorm Invades us to the Skin fo; 'cis to thee; But where the greater Malady is fixt, The leffer is fcarce felt. Thou'dft shun a Bear, But if thy flight light toward the roaring Sea, Thou'dft meet the Bear i'th' Mouth; when the Mind's free, Doth from my Senfes take all feeling elfe, For lifting food to't?-But I will punish home; Your |