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

1779The 1533tyranny of the open night's too rough

1780For nature to endure.

For nature to endure. Let me alone.

Good my lord, enter.

Good my lord, enter. Wilt break my heart?

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

Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm

17871538Invades us to the skin. So 'tis to thee;

17881539But where the greater malady is fixed

17891540The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear,

17901541But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea

17911542Thou'dst meet the bear i'th'mouth. When the mind's free,

17921543The body's delicate. This tempest in my mind

17931544Doth from my senses take all feeling else

17941545Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude!

17951546Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand

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

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

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

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

O Regan, Goneril, 1800your old kind father

1550Whose frank heart gave you all!--1801Oh, that way madness lies;

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

Good my lord, enter.

Prithee go in thyself, seek thy own ease.

18051554This tempest will not give me leave to ponder

18061555On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in.

18091556Poor naked wretches wheresoe'er you are

18101557That bide the pelting of this pitiless night,

18111558How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,

18121559Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you

18131560From seasons such as these? Oh, I have ta'en

18141561Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp.

18151562Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,

18161563That thou mayst shake the superflux to them

18171564And show the heavens more just.

Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help 1821me, help 1566me!

Give me thy hand. Who's there?

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

What art thou that dost grumble there in the 1826straw? 1570Come forth.

Away, the foul fiend follows me. Through the 1828sharp 1572hawthorn blows the cold wind. Go to thy cold 1829bed and warm 1573thee.

Hast thou given all to thy two daughters, and art 1831thou 1575come to this?

Who gives anything to poor Tom, whom 1833the foul 1577fiend hath led through fire, and 1834through ford and 1578whirlpool, o'er bog and 1835quagmire; that has laid knives 1579under his pillow and halters 1836in his pew, set ratsbane by his pottage; 1580made him 1837proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting-horse over 1581four-1838inched bridges; to course his own shadow for a traitor. 18391582Bless thy five wits. Tom's a-cold. 1840Bless thee from whirlwinds, 1583star-blasting, and 1841taking. Do poor Tom some charity, whom 1584the foul fiend 1842vexes. There could I have him now, and there, 1585and there 1843again.

What? His daughters brought him to this pass?

18451587Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give them all?

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

Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air

18491590Hang fated o'er men's faults fall on thy daughters.

He hath no daughters, sir.

Death, traitor! Nothing could have subdued nature

18521593To such a lowness but his unkind daughters.

18531594Is it the fashion that discarded fathers

18541595Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?

18551596Judicious punishment: 'twas this flesh

1597Begot 1856those pelican daughters.

Pillicock sat on Pillicock's hill, a lo, lo, lo.

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

Take heed o'th'foul fiend, obey thy 1861parents, keep thy 1601words justly, swear not, commit not 1862with man's sworn spouse, 1602set not thy sweet heart on 1863proud array. Tom's a-cold.

What hast thou been?

A servingman, proud in heart and mind, that 1866curled my 1605hair, wore gloves in my cap, served the lust 1867of my mistress's heart 1606and did the act of darkness with 1868her; swore as many oaths as I 1607spake words, and broke 1869them in the sweet face of heaven. One 1608that slept in the 1870contriving of lust and waked to do it. Wine 1609loved I 1871deeply, dice dearly, and in woman out-paramoured 1872the 1610Turk; false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; 1873hog in sloth, 1611fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog 1874in madness, lion 1612in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes 1875nor the rustlings of silks 1613betray thy poor heart to wo1876men. Keep thy foot out of 1614brothel, thy hand out of 1877placket, thy pen from lender's book, 1615and defy the 1878foul fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the 18791616cold wind, heigh no nonny. Dolphin, my boy, 1880my boy. Cease! 1617Let him trot by.

Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer 18821619with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is 1883man no 1620more but this? Consider him well. Thou owest 1884the worm no silk, 1621the beast no hide, the sheep no 1885wool, the cat no perfume. Here's 1622three on's are 1886sophisticated; thou art the thing itself. 16231887Unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare forked 1888animal 1624as thou art. Off, off, you lendings. [Attempts to take off his clothes] Come, 1889unbutton--

Prithee, nuncle, be content. This is a naughty 1892night to 1626swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field 1893were like an old letcher's 1627heart, a small spark, all the rest 1894in's body cold. Look, here comes 1628a walking fire.

This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibet. He begins at 18961630curfew and walks till the first cock. He gives the web 1897and the pin, 1631squinies the eye, and makes the harelip; 1898mildews the white 1632wheat 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 1640tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water; that 1910in the fury of his 1641heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats 1911cow dung for salads, 1642swallows the old rat and the 1912ditch dog; drinks the green 1643mantle of the standing 1913pool; who is whipped from tithing to tithing, 1644and 1914stock-punished and imprisoned; who hath had three suits 1915to 1645his back, six shirts to his body.

19191649Beware 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, 1652and Mahu--

Our flesh and blood is grown so 1924vile, my lord,

That it 1654doth hate what gets it.

Poor Tom's a-cold.

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

1927To obey in all your 1657daughters' hard commands.

1928Though their injunction be to bar 1658my doors

1929And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,

1930Yet 1659have I ventured to come seek you out

1931And bring you where 1660both food and fire is ready.

First let me talk with this philosopher.

19331662What is the cause of thunder?

My good lord, take his offer. 1935Go into the house.

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

1937What is 1665your 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 to unsettle.

Begin to unsettle. Canst thou blame him?

19431670His daughters seek his death. Oh, that good Kent,

19441671He said it would be thus, poor banished man.

19451672Thou say'st the King grows mad. I'll tell thee, friend,

19461673I am almost mad myself. I had a son

19471674Now outlawed from my blood. 'A sought my life

19481675But lately, very late. I loved him, friend,

19491676No father his son dearer. True to tell thee,

19501677The grief hath crazed my wits.

1678What a night's this?1951 [To Lear] I do beseech your grace--

Oh, cry you mercy. 1953Noble philosopher, your company.

Tom's a-cold.

In fellow. There, in 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.

No words, no words, hush.

Childe Rowland to the dark town come,

19671691His word was still "Fie, fo, and fum,

19681692I smell the blood of a British man."