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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Pervez Rizvi
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King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)

The History of King Lear.
Lear. Thou thinkst tis much, that this crulentious storme
Inuades vs to the skin, so tis to thee,
But where the greater malady is fixt,
The lesser is scarse felt, thou wouldst shun a Beare,
1790But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea,
Thoud'st meete the beare it'h mouth, when the mind's free,
The bodies delicate, the tempest in my minde;
Doth from my sences take all feeling else,
Saue what beares their filiall ingratitude,
1795Is it not as this mouth should teare this hand
For lifting food to it? but I will punish sure;
No I will weepe no more; in such a night as this!
O Regan, Gonorill, your old kinde father
1800Whose franke heart gaue you all, O that way madnesse lies,
Let me shunne that, no more of that.
Kent. Good my lord enter.
Lear. Prethee go in thy selfe, seeke thy owne ease,
1805This tempest will not giue me leaue to ponder
On things would hurt me more, but Ile go in,
Poore naked wretches, where so ere you are
1810That bide the pelting of this pittilesse night,
How shall your house-lesse heads, and vnfed sides,
Your loopt and windowed raggednesse defend you
From seasons such as these, O I haue tane
Too little care of this, take physicke pompe,
1815Expose thy selfe to feele what wretches feele,
That thou maist shake the superflux to them,
And shew the heauens more iust.
1820Foole. Come not in here Nunckle, here's a spirit, helpe me, help
Kent. Giue me thy hand, who's there?
Foole. A spirit, he sayes his name is poore Tom.
1825Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there in the straw?
come foorth.
Edg. Away, the foule fiend followes me, through the sharpe
hathorne blowes the cold winde, goe to thy cold bed & warme