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ACT III.

SCENE I. A Heath. A Storm is heard, with Thunder and Lightning.

Enter KENT, and a Gentleman, meeting. Kent. Who's here, beside foul weather? Gent. One minded like the weather, most un.

quietly. Kent. I know you ; Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful element : Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change, or cease: tears his

white hair;
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of:
Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would

couch,
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all.
Kent.

But who is with him?
Gent. None but the fool; wholabours to outjest
His heart-struck injuries.
Kent.

Sir, I do know you; And dare upon the warrant of my art, Commend a dear thing to you. There is division, Although as yet the face of it be cover'd With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Corn

wall; Who have (as who have not, that their great stars Thron'd and set high ?) servants, who seem no

less; Which are to France the spies and speculations Intelligent of our state; what hath been seen, Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes; Or the hard rein which both of them have borne Against the old kind king; or something deeper, Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings:But, true it is, from France there comes a power Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already Wise in our negligence, have secret feet

In some of our best ports, and are at point
To show their opeo banner.-Now to you:
If on my credit you dare build so far
To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
Some that will thank you, making just report
Of bow unnatural and bemadding sorrow
The king bath cause to plain.
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding;
And, from some knowledge and assurance, offer
This office to you.

Gent. I will talk further with you.
Kent.

No, do not.
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out wall, open this purse, and take
What it contains: If you shall see Cordelia
(As fear not but you shall), show ber th ring;
And she will tell you who your fellow.is
That yet you do not know. Fye on this storm!
I will go seek the king.
Geni. Give me your hand: Have you no more

to say?
Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all

yet; That, when we have found the king (in which

your pain That way; l’ll this); be that first lights on him, Holloa the other.

[Exeunt severally.

SCENE II.
Another Part of the Heath. Storm continues.

Enter LEAR and Fool.
Lear. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks !

rage! blow!
You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the

cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white bead! And thou, all-shaking

thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o'the world!
Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!

Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out a' door.

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Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing! Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout,

rain ! Nor rain, wind, tbunder, fire, are my daughters; I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription; why, then let fali Your horrible pleasure; here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man:But yet I call you servile ministers, That have witń two pernicious daughters join'd Your bigh engender'd battles, 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O!0! 'tis foul!

Fool. He that has a house to put his head in, has a good head-piece,

The cod-piece that will house,

Before the head has any,
The head and he shall louse ;

So beggars marry many.
The man that makes his toe

What he his heart should make
Shall of a corn cry woe,

And turn his sleep to wake. --for there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths in a glass.

Enter KENT. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience, I will say nothing.

Kent. Who's there?

Fool. Marry, here's grace, and a cod-piece ; that's a wise man, and a fool. Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? things that love

night, Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: Since I was

man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot

carry The affliction, nor the fear. Lear.

Let the great gods,

That keep this dreadful pother o'er our beads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou

wretch, That bast within thee andivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of jastice ; Hide thee, thou bloody

band; Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue Tbat art incestuous : Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practised on man's life!--Close pent-up

guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man, More sinn'd against, than sinning. Kent.

Alack, bare-headed ! Gracious, my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it send you 'gainst the

tempest; Repose you there : while I to this hard house, (More hard than is the stone whereof 'tis rais'd ; Which even but now, demanding after you, Denied me to come in), return, and force Their scanted courtesy. Lear.

‘My wits begin to turn, Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy? Art

cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fel.

low? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come,

your hovel,
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
That's sorry yet for thee.
Fool. He that has a little tiny wit,-

With a heigh, ho, the wind and the rain,
Must make content with his fortunes fit;

For the rain it raineth every day.
Lear. True, my good boy.--Come, bring us to

tbis hovel. [Ereunt LEAR and KENT. Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtesan. -I'll speak a prophecy ere I go:

When priests are more in word than matter;
When brewers mar their malt with water;
When nobles are their tailors' tutors;
No hereticks burn'd, but wenches' suitors :

When every case in law is right; No squire in debt, nor no poor knight; When slanders do not live in tongues ; Nor cutpurses come not to throngs; When usurers tell their gold i' the field; And bawds and whores do churches build :Then shall the realm of Albion Come to great confusion. Then comes the time, who lives to see't, That going sball be us'd with feet. This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time.

[Exit.

SCENE III. A Room in Gloster's Castle.

Enter GLOSTER and EDMUND. Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this nnnatural dealing; When I desired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the use of mine own house; charged me, on pain of their perpetual displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for him, nor any way sustain him.

Edm. Most savage, and unnatural!

Glo. Go to; say you nothing: There is divi. sion between the dukes; and a worse matter than that: I have received a letter this night; -'tis dangerous to be spoken :- I have locked the letter in my closet: these injuries the king now bears will be revenged home; there is part of a power already footed : we must incline to the king. I will seek him, and privily relieve him: go you, and maintain talk with the duke, that my charity be not of him perceived: If he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed. If I die for it, as no less is threatened me, the king my old master must be relieved. There is some strange thing toward, Edmund : pray you, be careful.

[Exit. · Edm. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke Instantly know; and of that letter too :This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me That which my father loses; no less than all: The younger rises, when the old doth fall.

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