Here is the place, my lord. Good my lord, enter.

1779The tyranny of the open night's too rough

1780For nature to endure.

For nature to endure. Let me alone.

Good my lord, enter here.

Good my lord, enter here. Wilt break my heart?

I had rather break mine own. 1785Good my lord, enter.

Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm

1787Invades us to the skin. So 'tis to thee;

1788But where the greater malady is fixed

1789The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear,

1790But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea

1791Thou'dst meet the bear i'th'mouth. When the mind's free

1792The body's delicate. The tempest in my mind

1793Doth from my senses take all feeling else

1794Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude!

1795Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand

17961547For lifting food to't? But I will punish home.

17971548No, I will weep no more. 32.2In such a night32.3

1798To shut me out? Pour on. I will endure.

1799In such a night as this? 1549O Regan, Goneril,

1800Your old kind father, 1550whose frank heart gave all!--

1801Oh, that way madness lies; 1551let me shun that;

1802No more of that.

No more of that. Good my lord, enter here.

Prithee go in thyself, seek thine own ease.

1805This tempest will not give me leave to ponder

1806On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in.

1807[To the Fool] In boy, go first. You houseless poverty--

1808Nay get thee in.

Nay get thee in. 30I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.

1809Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are

1810That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,

1811How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,

1812Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you

1813From seasons such as these? Oh, I have ta'en

1814Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp.

1815Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel

1816That thou mayst shake the superflux to them

1817And show the heavens more just.

Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom.

Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help 1821me, help me!

Give me thy hand. Who's there?

A spirit, a spirit. He says his name's Poor 1824Tom.

What art thou that dost grumble there i'th'1826straw? Come forth.

Away, the foul fiend follows me. Through the 1828sharp hawthorn blow the winds. Humh, go to thy 1829bed and warm thee.

Did'st thou give all to thy daughters? And art 1831thou come to this?

Who gives anything to poor Tom, whom 1833the foul fiend hath led though fire and through flame, 1834through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and 1835quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow and halters 1836in his pew, set ratsbane by his porridge; made him 1837proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting-horse over four-1838inched bridges; to course his own shadow for a traitor. 1839Bless thy five wits. Tom's a'cold. O do, de, do, de, do de. 1840Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and 1841taking. Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend 1842vexes. There could I have him now, and there, and there 1843again, and there.

Have his daughters brought him to this pass? 1845Couldst thou save nothing? Wouldst thou give 'em all?

Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all 1847shamed.

Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air

1849Hang fated o'er men's faults light on thy daughters.

He hath no daughters, sir.

Death, traitor! Nothing could have subdued nature

1852To such a lowness but his unkind daughters.

1853Is it the fashion that discarded fathers

1854Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?

1855Judicious punishment. 'Twas this flesh begot

1856Those pelican daughters.

Pillicock sat on Pillicock hill. Alow, alow, loo, loo.

This cold night will turn us all to fools and 1859madmen.

Take heed o'th'foul fiend, obey thy 1861parents, keep thy word's justice, swear not, commit not 1862with man's sworn spouse, set not thy sweetheart on 1863proud array. Tom's a-cold.

What hast thou been?

A servingman, proud in heart and mind, that 1866curled my hair, wore gloves in my cap, served the lust 1867of my mistress' heart and did the act of darkness with 1868her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke 1869them in the sweet face of heaven. One that slept in the 1870contriving of lust and waked to do it. Wine loved I 1871dearly, dice dearly, and in woman out-paramoured 1872the Turk; false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; 1873hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog 1874in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes 1875nor the rustling of silks betray thy poor heart to wo1876man. Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of 1877plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the 1878foul fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the 1879cold wind. Says suum, mun, nonny, dolphin my boy, 1880boy sesey. Let him trot by.

Thou wert better in a grave than to answer 1882with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is 1883man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest 1884the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no 1885wool, the cat no perfume. Ha? Here's three on's are 1886sophisticated; thou art the thing itself. 1887Unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked 1888animal as thou art. Off, off you lendings. [Attempts to take off his clothes] Come, un1889button here.

Prithee nuncle be contented. 'Tis a naughty 1892night to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field 1893were like an old letcher's heart, a small spark, all the rest 1894on's body cold. Look, here comes a walking fire.

This is the foul Flibbertigibet. He begins at 1896curfew and walks at first cock. He gives the web 1897and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the harelip; 1898mildews the white wheat and hurts the poor 1899creature of earth.

How fares your grace?

What's he?

Who's there? What is't you seek?

What are you there? Your names?

Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the 1909toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water; that 1910in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats 1911cow dung for salads, swallows the old rat and the 1912ditch dog; drinks the green mantle of the standing 1913pool; who is whipped from tithing to tithing, and 1914stocked, punished, and imprisoned; who hath three suits 1915to his back, six shirts to his body.

1919Beware my follower. Peace, Smolking, peace thou fiend!

What, hath your grace no better company?

The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman. Modo, 1922he's called, and Mahu.

Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so

1924Vile that it doth hate what gets it.

Poor Tom's a-cold.

[To Lear] Go in with me. My duty cannot suffer

1927T'obey in all your daughters' hard commands.

1928Though their injunction be to bar my doors

1929And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,

1930Yet have I ventured to come seek you out

1931And bring you where both fire and food is ready.

First let me talk with this philosopher.

1933What is the cause of thunder?

Good my lord, take his offer. 1935Go into th'house.

I'll talk a word with this same learnèd Theban.

1937What is your study?

How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin.

Let me ask you one word in private.

[To Gloucester] Importune him once more to go, my lord.

1941His wits begin t'unsettle.

His wits begin t'unsettle. Canst thou blame him?

1943His daughters seek his death. Ah, that good Kent,

1944He said it would be thus, poor banished man.

1945Thou say'st the King grows mad. I'll tell thee, friend,

1946I am almost mad myself. I had a son

1947Now outlawed from my blood. He sought my life

1948But lately; very late. I loved him, friend,

1949No father his son dearer. True to tell thee

1950The grief hath crazed my wits. What a night's this?

1951[To Lear] I do beseech your grace--

[To Lear] I do beseech your grace-- Oh, cry you mercy, sir.

1953Noble philosopher, your company.

Tom's a-cold.

In fellow. There, into th'hovel; keep thee warm.

Come, let's in all.

Come, let's in all. This way, my lord.

Come, let's in all. This way, my lord. With him.

1959I will keep still with my philosopher.

[To Gloucester] Good my lord, soothe him. 1961Let him take the fellow.

Take him you on.

Sirrah, come on. Go along with us.

Come, good Athenian.

Come, good Athenian. No words, no words, hush.

Childe Rowland to the dark tower came,

1967His word was still "Fie, foh, and fum,

1968I smell the blood of a British man."