17781532Kent. Here is the place my Lord, good my Lord enter, 1779the

1533tyrannie of the open nights too ruffe 1780for nature to indure.

17811534Lear. Let me alone. 1782Kent. Good my Lord enter.

17831535Lear. Wilt breake my heart?

17841536Kent. I had rather breake mine owne, 1785good my Lord enter.

17861537Lear. Thou think'st tis much, that this tempestious storme

17871538Inuades vs to the skin, so tis to thee,

17881539But where the greater malady is fixt

17891540The lesser is scarce felt, thoud'st shun a Beare,

17901541But if thy flight lay toward the roring sea,

17911542Thoud'st meet the beare it'h mouth, whẽ the mind's free

17921543The bodies delicate, this tempest in my mind

17931544Doth from my sences take all feeling else

17941545Saue what beates their filiall ingratitude,

17951546Is it not as this mouth should teare this hand

17961547For lifting food to't, but I will punish sure,

17971548No I will weepe no more, 1799in such a night as this!

1549O Regan, Gonorill, 1800your old kind father

1550Whose franke heart gaue you all, 1801O that way madnes (lies,

1551Let me shun that, 1802no more of that.

18031552Kent. Good my Lord enter.

18041553Lear. Prethe goe in thy selfe, seeke thy one ease

18051554This tempest will not giue me leaue to ponder

18061555On things would hurt me more, but ile goe in,

18091556Poore naked wretches, where so ere you are

18101557That bide the pelting of this pittiles night,

18111558How shall your house-lesse heads, and vnfed sides,

18121559Your loopt and windowed raggednes defend you

18131560From seasons such as these, O I haue tane

18141561Too little care of this, take physicke pompe,

18151562Expose thy selfe to feele what wretches feele,

18161563That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,

18171564And shew the heauens more iust.

18201565Foole. Come not in here Nunckle, her's a spirit, helpe 1821me, helpe

1566mee.

18221567Kent. Giue me thy hand, whose there.

18231568Foole. A spirit, he sayes, his nam's poore 1824Tom.

18251569Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there in the 1826straw,

1570come forth?

18271571Edg. Away, the fowle fiend followes me, thorough the 1828sharpe

1572hathorne blowes the cold wind, goe to thy cold 1829bed and warme

1573thee.

18301574Lear. Hast thou giuen all to thy two daughters, and art 1831thou

1575come to this?

18321576Edg. Who giues any thing to poore Tom, whome 1833the foule

1577Fiende hath led, through fire, and 1834through foord, and

1578whirli-poole, ore bog and quag1835mire, that has layd kniues vn-

1579der his pillow, and halters 1836in his pue, set ratsbane by his pottage,

1580made him 1837proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting horse ouer

1581foure 1838incht bridges, to course his owne shadow for a traytor,

18391582blesse thy fiue wits, Toms a cold, 1840blesse thee from whirle-winds,

1583starre-blusting, and ta1841king, doe poore Tom some charitie, whom

1584the foule fiend 1842vexes, there could I haue him now, and there, and

1585and there 1843againe.

18441586Lear. What, his daughters brought him to this passe,

18451587Couldst thou saue nothing, didst thou giue them all?

18461588Foole. Nay he reseru'd a blanket, else we had beene all 1847sham'd.

18481589Lear. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous ayre

18491590Hang fated ore mens faults, fall on thy daughters.

18501591Kent. He hath no daughters sir.

18511592Lear. Death traytor, nothing could haue subdued nature

18521593To such a lownes, but his vnkind daughters,

18531594Is it the fashion that discarded fathers,

18541595Should haue thus little mercy on their flesh,

18551596Iudicious punishment twas this flesh

1597Begot 1856those Pelicane daughters.

18571598Edg. Pilicock sate on pelicocks hill, a lo lo

lo.

18581599Foole. This cold night will turne vs all to fooles & 1859madmen.

18601600Fdg. Take heede at'h foule fiend, obay thy pa1861rents, keep thy

1601words iustly, sweare not, commit not 1862with mans sworne spouse,

1602set not thy sweet heart on 1863proud array, Toms a cold,

18641603Lear. What hast thou beene?

18651604Edg. A Seruingman, proud in heart and mind, that 1866curld my

1605haire, wore gloues in my cap, serued the lust 1867of my mistris heart,

1606and did the act of darkenes with 1868her, swore as many oaths as I

1607spake words, and broke 1869them in the sweet face of heauen, one

1608that slept in the 1870contriuing of lust, and wakt to doe it, wine lo-

1609ued I deeply, dice 1871deerely, and in woman out paromord 1872the

1610Turke, false of heart, light of eare, bloudie of hand, 1873Hog in sloth,

1611Fox in stealth, Woolfe in greedines,, Dog 1874in madnes, Lyon

1612in pray, let not the creeking of shooes, 1875nor the ruslngs of silkes

1613betray thy poore heart to wo1876men, keepe thy foote out of bro-

1614thell, thy hand out of 1877placket, thy pen from lenders booke,

1615and defie the 1878foule fiend, still through the hathorne blowes the

18791616cold wind, hay no on ny, Dolphin my boy, my boy, caese

18801617let him trot by.

18811618Lear. Why thou wert better in thy graue, then to answere

18821619with thy vncouered bodie this extremitie of the skies, is 1883man no

1620more, but this cõsider him well, thou owest 1884the worme no silke,

1621the beast no hide, the sheepe no 1885wooll, the cat no perfume, her's

1622three ons are 1886sophisticated, thou art the thing it selfe, vnaccom-

1623o1887dated man, is no more but such a poore bare forked A1888nimall

1624as thou art, off off you lendings, come on

18911625Foole. Prithe Nunckle be content, this is a naughty 1892night to

1626swim in, now a little fire in a wild field, 1893were like an old leachers

1627heart, a small sparke, all the rest 1894in bodie cold, looke here comes

1628a walking fire. Enter Gloster.

18951629Edg. This is the foule fiend fliberdegibek, hee begins at 1896cur-

1630phew, and walks till the first cocke, he giues the web, 1897& the pin,

1631squemes the eye, and makes the hare lip, 1898mildewes the white

1632wheate, and hurts the poore crea1899ture of earth, swithald 1900footed

1633thrice the old, 1901he met the night mare and her nine fold 1902bid her, O

1634light and her troth plight 1903and arint thee, witch arint thee.

19041635Kent. How fares your Grace?

19051636Lear. Whats hee?

19061637Kent. Whose there, what i'st you seeke?

19071638Glost. What are you there? your names?

19081639Edg. Poore Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the 1909tode, the

1640tod pole, the wall-newt, and the water, that 1910in the furie of his

1641heart, when the foule fiend rages, eats 1911cow-dung for sallets, swal-

1642lowes the old ratt, and the 1912ditch dogge, drinkes the greene man-

1643tle of the standing 1913poole, who is whipt from tithing to tithing,

1644and 1914stock-punisht and imprisoned, who hath had three sutes 1915to

1645his backe, sixe shirts to his bodie, 1916horse to ride, and weapon

1646to weare.

19191649Beware my follower, peace snulbug, peace thou fiend.

19201650Glost. What hath your Grace no better company?

19211651Edg. The Prince of darkenes is a Gentleman, modo 1922he's caled

1652and ma hu---

19231653Glost. Our flesh and bloud is growne so 1924vild my Lord, that it

1654doth hate what gets it.

19251655Edg. Poore Toms a cold.

19261656Glost. Go in with me, my dutie cãnot suffer to obay in all your

19271657daughters hard commaunds, 1928though their iniunction be to barre

1658my doores, 1929and let this tyranous night take hold vpon you, 1930yet

1659haue I venter'd to come seeke you out, 1931and bring you where

1660both food and fire is readie.

19321661Lear. First let me talke with this Philosopher,

19331662What is the cause of thunder?

19341663Kent. My good Lord take his offer, 1935goe into the house.

19361664Lear. Ile talke a word with this most learned Theban, 1937what is

1665your studie?

19381666Edg. How to preuent the fiend, and to kill vermine.

19391667Lear. Let me aske you one word in priuate.

19401668Kent. Importune him to goe my Lord, 1941his wits begin (to vnsettle.

19421669Glost. Canst thou blame him,

19431670His daughters seeke his death, O that good Kent,

19441671He said it would be thus, poore banisht man,

19451672Thou sayest the King growes mad, ile tell thee friend

19461673I am almost mad my selfe, I had a sonne

19471674Now out-lawed from my bloud, a sought my life

19481675But lately, very late, I lou'd him friend

19491676No father his sonne deerer, true to tell thee,

19501677The greefe hath craz'd my wits,

1678What a nights this?1951 I doe beseech your Grace.

19521679Lear. O crie you mercie 1953noble Philosopher, your com-(pany.

19541680Edg. Toms a cold.

19551681Glost. In fellow there, in't houell keepe thee warme.

19561682Lear. Come lets in all.

19571683Kent. This way my Lord.

19581684Lear. With him 1959I wil keep stil, with my Philosopher.

19601685Ken. Good my Lord sooth him, 1961let him take the fellow.

19621686Glost. Take him you on.

19631687Kent. Sirah come on, goe along with vs?

19641688Lear. Come good Athenian.

19651689Glost. No words, no words, hush.

19661690Edg. Child Rowland, to the darke towne come,

19671691His word was still fy fo and fum,

19681692I smell the bloud of a British man.