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The injuries that they themselves procure,
Must be their School-Masters : Shut up your doors;
He is attended with a desperate trair,
And what they may incense him to, being apo
To have his Ear abus'd, Wisdom bids fear.

Corn. Shut up your doors, my Lord, 'tis a wild Night. My Regan Counsels well: Come out o'th' Storm. [Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENE I.

SCENE A Heath. A Storm is beard with Thunder and Lightning. Enter Kent,

and a Gentleman, severally. Kent. Ho's there besides foul weather? (quietly.

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Kent. I know you : Where's the King ?

Gent. Contending with the fretful Elements;
Bids the wind blow the Earth into the Sea,
Or swell 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 division
(Although as yet the face of it is cover'd
With mutual cunning) 'twixt Albany and Cornwall:
Who have, as who have not, that their great Stars
Thron’d and see 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,
Or the hard Rein which both of them have born
Against the old kind King; or something deeper,
Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings-

Gent. I will talk further with you.

Kent. No, do not :
For confirmation that I am much more

Than

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Than my out-wall; open this purse, and take
What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia,
As fear not but you thiall, shew her that Ring,
And she will tell you who this Fellow is,
That yet you do not know. Fy on this storm,
I will go seek the King.

Gent. Give me your hand,
Have you no more to say?
Kent. Few words, but to effe& more than all

yet ;
That when we have found the King, in which your pain
That way, I'll this: He that first lights on him,
Hollow the other.

[Exeunt. Storm foill. Enter Lear and Fool. Lear. Blow Winds, and crack your Cheeks ; Rage, blow You Cataracts, and Hurricano's spout, 'Till you have drencht our Steeples, drown the Cocks. You Sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-curriors of Oak-cleaving Thunder-bolts, Sindge my white head. And thou all-shaking Thunder, Strike flat che thick Rotundity o'th'World, Crack Nature's moulds, all Germains spill at once That makes ingrateful Man.

Fool. () Nuncle, Court-holy-water in a dry House, is better than the Rain-water out o'door. Good Nuncle, in, ask thy Daughter's blessing; here's a Night pities neither Wife-inen, nor Fools.

Lear. Rumble thy Belly full, spit Fire, spout Rain;
Nor Rain, Wind, Thunder, Fire are my Daughters;
I tax not you, you Elements, with unkindness,
I never gave you Kingdom, call'd you Children,
You owe me'no fubscription. Then let fall
Your horrible pleasure ;Here I stand your Slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old Man:
But

yet I call you servile Ministers,
That will with two pernicious Daughters join
Your high-engender's Battels, 'gainst a head
So old and white as this. O, ho! 'tis foul.

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 shall Lowle; so 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 sleep to wake.
For there was never yet fair Woman, but she made mouths
in a Glass.

Enter Kent.
Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all Patience,
I will say nothing.

Kent. Who's there?

Foal. Marry here's Grace, and a Codpiece, that's a Wisemani, and a Fool.

Kent. Alas Sir, are you here? things that love Night,
Love not such Nights as these: the wrath ful Skies
Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,
And make them keep their Caves: Since I was Man,
Such sheets of fire, fuch bursts of horrid thunder,
Such groans of roaring Wind, and Rain, I never
Remember to have heard. Man's Nature cannot carry
Th’affli&ion, not the fear.

Lear. Let the great Gods,
That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads,
Find out their enemies now. Tremble thoù Wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged Crimes
Unwhipt of Justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand;
Thou Perjur'd, and thou Simular of Virtue
That art incestuous; Caitiff, to pieces fhake
That under covert and convenient seeming
Has pra&is'd on Man's life. Close pent up guilts,
Rive your concealing Continents, and cry
Thefe dreadful Summoners grace. I am a Man,
More fino'd against, than finning.

Kent. Alack, bare-headed?
Gracious my Lord, hard by here is a Hovel,
Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest:
Repose you there, while I to this hard House
(More harder than the Stones whereof 'tis rais'd;
Which even but now, demanding after you,
Deny'd me to come in) return, and force
Their scanted courtesie,

Lear. My wits begin to turn.
Come on my Boy. How dost my Boy? Art cold?
I am cold my self. Where is this Straw, my Fellow

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The art of our Necessities is strange,
And can make vild things precious. Come, your Horel;
Poor Fool, and Knave, I have one part in my heart
That's sorry yet for thee.
Fool. He that has and a little tyne wit,

With heigh ho, the Wind and the Rain,
Must make Content with his Fortunes foi,

Though the Rain it raineth every day.
Lear. True Boy: come bring us to this Hyvel. [Exit.
Fool. This is a brave Night to cool a Curtizan:
I'll speak a Prophecy e'er i go;
When Priests are more in words, than matter,
When Brewers marr their Malt with Water;
When Nobles are their Tailors Tutors,
No Hereticks burn'd, but wenches Suitors,
When every Case in Law is righr,
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'ch' field,
And Bawds and Whores do Churches build;
Then shall the Realm of Albion come to great confusior,
Then comes the time, who lives to fee't
That going Mall be us’d with feet.
This Prophecy Merlin shall maks,
For I do live before his time.

[Exit. SCENE II.

An Apartment in Gloster's

Castle.

Enter Gloster and Ballard. Glo. 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 Houle, charg'd me on pain of perpetual Displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for him, or any way sustain him.

Bift. Most savage unnatural.

Glo. Go too; say you nothing. There is divifion between the Dukes, and a worse matter than that: I have received a Letter this Night, 'tis dangerous to be spoken, I have lock'd the Letter in my Closet, ihese Injuries the King

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now bears, will be revenged home; there is part of a Power
already footed, we must incline to the King, I will look
him, and privily relieve him ; go you and maintain talk with
the Duke, that my Charity be not of him perceiv’d; if he
ask for me, I am ill, and gone to Bed, if I die for it, as
no less is threatned me, the King my old Master must be
relieved. There is strange things toward, Edmund, pray
you be careful.

[Exit.
Bast. This Courtesie 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.
SC EN E III. Part of the Heath with

a Huvel.

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.

[Storm still.
Lear. Let me alone.
Kent. Good my Lord, enter here.
Lear. Wilt break my Heart?
Kent. I had rather break mine own; good my Lord enter.

L'ar. Thou think'st 'ris much that this contentious storm
Invades us to the Skin so; 'cis to thee;
But where the greater Malady is fixt,
The lefser is scarce felt. Trou'dft thun a Bear,
But if thy fight light toward the roaring Sea,
Thou'dst meet the Bear i'ch' Mouth; when the Mind's free,
The Body's delicate; the tempeft 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 his Hand
For lifting food to'?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 Regax, Gonerill,

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