16921493Foole. Marry heere's grace and a codpis, that's a wiseman and

16931494a foole.

16941495Kent. Alasse sir, sit you heere?

1496Things that loue night, loue not such nights as these;

16951497The wrathfull Skies gallow the very wanderer of the

16961498Darke, and makes them keepe their caues,

16971499Since I was man, such sheetes of fire,

16981500Such bursts of horrid thunder, such grones of

16991501Roring winde and raine, I nere remember

17001502To haue heard, mans nature cannot carry

17011503The affliction, nor the force.

17021504Lear. Let the great Gods that keepe this dreadfull

17031505Thundring ore our heads, finde out their enemies now,

17041506Tremble thou wretch that hast within thee

17051507Vndivulged crimes, vnwhipt of Iustice,

17061508Hide thee thou bloudy hand, thou periur'd, and

17071509Thou simular man of vertue that art incestious,

17081510Caytiffe in peeces shake, that vnder couert

17091511And conuenient seeming, hast practised on mans life,

17101512Close pent vp guilts, riue your concealed centers,

17111513And cry these dreadfull summoners grace,

17121514I am a man more sind against their sinning.

17141515Kent. Alacke bare headed, gracious my Lord, hard by here is

17151516a houell, some friendship will it lend gainst the tempest, re-

17171517pose you there, whilst I to this hard house, more hard then is the

17181518stone whereof tis rais'd, which euen but now demanding after

17191519me, denide me to come in, returne and force their scanted curte-

17211520sie.

17221521Lear. My wit begins to turne,

17231522Come on my boy, how dost my boy, art cold?

17241523I am cold my selfe, where is this straw my fellow,

17251524The art of our necessities is strange, that can

17261525Make vilde things precious, come you houell poore,

17271526Foole and knaue, I haue one part of my heart

17281527That sorrowes yet for thee.

17291528Foole. He that has a little tine wit, with hey ho the winde and

17301529the raine, must make content with his fortunes fit, for the raine,