уильям шекспир - King Lear

GLOUCESTER He calls to horse, but will 502I know not whither.

CORNWALL ’Tis best to give him way 503: he leads himself.

GONERIL My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.

GLOUCESTER Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds

Do sorely ruffle 506, for many miles about

There’s scarce a bush.

REGAN O, sir, to wilful men

The injuries that they themselves procure 509

Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors:

He is attended with a desperate train 511,

And what they may incense him to, being apt

To have his ear abused 513, wisdom bids fear.

CORNWALL Shut up your doors, my lord, ’tis a wild night.

My Regan counsels well: come out o’th’storm.

Exeunt

Act 3 Scene 1

running scene 6

Storm still. Enter Kent and a Gentleman, severally 3

KENT Who’s there, besides foul weather?

GENTLEMAN One minded like the weather, most unquietly 2.

KENT I know you. Where’s the king?

GENTLEMAN Contending 4with the fretful elements;

Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea

Or swell the curlèd waters ’bove the main 6,

That things might change or cease.

KENT But who is with him?

GENTLEMAN None but the fool, who labours to out-jest 9

His heart-struck injuries 10.

KENT Sir, I do know you,

And dare, upon the warrant of my note 12

Commend a dear thing to you 13. There is division —

Although as yet the face of it is covered

With mutual cunning — ’twixt Albany and Cornwall,

Who have — as who have not, that their great stars 16

Throned and set high? — servants, who seem no less 17,

Which are to France the spies and speculations 18

Intelligent of 19our state. What hath been seen,

Either in snuffs and packings 20of the dukes,

Or the hard rein which both of them hath borne 21

Against the old kind king, or something deeper,

Whereof perchance these are but furnishings 23.

GENTLEMAN I will talk further with you.

KENT No, do not.

For confirmation that I am much more

Than my out-wall 27, open this purse and take

Gives a purse

What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia —

Gives a ring

As fear not but you shall — show her this ring,

And she will tell you who that fellow 30is

That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm!

I will go seek the king.

GENTLEMAN Give me your hand. Have you no more to say?

KENT Few words, but, to effect 34, more than all yet:

That when we have found the king — in which your pain 35

That way, I’ll this — he that first lights on him

Holla 37the other.

Exeunt [ separately ]

Act 3 Scene 2

running scene 6 continues

Storm still. Enter Lear and Fool

LEAR Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow,

You cataracts and hurricanoes 2, spout

Till you have drenched our steeples, drown the cocks 3!

You sulphurous and thought-executing fires 4,

Vaunt-couriers 5of oak-cleaving thunderbolts,

Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,

Strike flat the thick rotundity o’th’world!

Crack nature’s moulds, all germens 8spill at once

That makes ingrateful man!

FOOL O, nuncle, court holy-water 10in a dry house is better

than this rain-water out o’door. Good nuncle, in, ask thy

daughters’ blessing: here’s a night pities neither wise men

nor fools.

LEAR Rumble thy bellyful! Spit fire! Spout rain!

Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters.

I tax not you, you elements, with 16unkindness:

I never gave you kingdom, called you children;

You owe me no subscription 18. Then let fall

Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave,

A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man:

But yet I call you servile ministers 21,

That will with two pernicious 22daughters join

Your high-engendered battles gainst a head 23

So old and white as this. O, ho, ’tis foul 24!

FOOL He that has a house to put’s 25head in has a good

head-piece 26:

Sings

The codpiece that will house 27

Before the head has any 28,

The head and he shall louse 29,

So beggars marry many 30.

The man that makes his toe 31

What he his heart should make

Shall of a corn 33cry woe,

And turn his sleep to wake.

For there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths 35

in a glass.

Enter Kent

Disguised as Caius

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 codpiece 40: 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 44

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

Th’affliction nor the fear.

LEAR Let the great gods,

That keep this dreadful pudder 51o’er our heads,

Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,

That hast within thee undivulgèd crimes

Unwhipped of 54justice: hide thee, thou bloody hand,

Thou perjured, and thou simular 55of virtue

That art incestuous: caitiff 56, to pieces shake,

That under covert and convenient seeming 57

Has practised on 58man’s life: close pent-up guilts,

Rive your concealing continents and cry 59

These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man

More sinned against than sinning.

KENT Alack, bare-headed?

Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel:

Some friendship will it lend you gainst the tempest.

Repose you there while I to this hard house 65—

More harder than the stones whereof ’tis raised,

Which even but now, demanding 67after you,

Denied me to come in — return and force

Their scanted 69courtesy.

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 fellow 72?

The art of our necessities is strange 73,

And 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.

Sings

FOOL He that has and a little tiny wit 77,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

Must make content with his fortunes fit 79,

Though the rain it raineth every day.

LEAR True, boy.— Come, bring us to this hovel.

Exeunt [ Lear and Kent ]

FOOL This is a brave night to cool a courtesan 82.

I’ll speak a prophecy ere I go:

When priests are more in word than matter 84;

When brewers mar 85their malt with water;

When nobles are their tailors’ tutors 86;

No heretics burned, but wenches’ suitors 87;

When every case in law is right 88;

No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;

When slanders do not live in tongues;

Nor cutpurses come not to throngs 91;

When usurers tell their gold i’th’field 92,

And bawds 93and whores do churches build,

Then shall the realm of Albion 94

Come to great confusion 95:

Then comes the time, who 96lives to see’t,

That going shall be used with feet 97.

This prophecy Merlin 98shall make, for I live before his time.

Exit

Act 3 Scene 3

running scene 7

Carrying torches

Enter Gloucester and Edmund