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GLOUCESTER Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural

dealing. When I desired their leave that I might pity 2him,

they took from me the use of mine own house, charged me

on pain of perpetual displeasure neither to speak of him,

entreat for him, or any way sustain him.

EDMUND Most savage and unnatural.

GLOUCESTER Go to 7; say you nothing. There is division 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 10. These injuries the king now

bears will be revenged home; there is part of a power 11already

footed. We must incline to the king: I will look 12him and

privily relieve 13him. Go you and maintain talk with the duke,

that my charity be not of 14him 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

strange things toward 17, Edmund: pray you be careful.

Exit

EDMUND This courtesy forbid thee 18shall the duke

Instantly know, and of that letter too:

This seems a fair deserving 20and must draw me

That which my father loses: no less than all.

The younger rises when the old doth fall.

Exit

Act 3 Scene 4

running scene 8

Enter Lear, Kent and Fool

Kent disguised as Caius

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

The tyranny of the open night’s too rough

For nature 3to endure.

Storm still

LEAR Let me alone.

KENT Good my lord, enter here.

LEAR Will’t break my heart?

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

LEAR Thou think’st ’tis much that this contentious storm

Invades us to the skin so: ’tis to thee,

But where the greater malady 10is fixed

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

But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea

Thou’dst meet the bear i’th’mouth. When the mind’s free 13,

The body’s delicate 14: the tempest in my mind

Doth from my senses take all feeling else

Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude!

Is it not as 17this mouth should tear this hand

For lifting food to’t? But I will punish home 18.

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

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

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

Your old kind father, whose frank 22heart gave all —

O, that way madness lies: let me shun that:

No more of that.

KENT Good my lord, enter here.

LEAR Prithee go in thyself: seek thine own ease:

This tempest will not give me leave to ponder

On things would hurt me more. But I’ll go in.—

To the Fool

In, boy, go first.—

You houseless poverty—

Nay, get thee in.— I’ll pray, and then I’ll sleep.

Exit [ Fool ]

Kneels

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,

That bide 32the pelting of this pitiless storm,

How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides 33,

Your lopped and windowed 34raggedness, defend you

From seasons such as these? O, I have ta’en

Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp 36,

Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,

That thou mayst shake the superflux 38to them

And show the heavens more just.

Enter Edgar and Fool

Within the hovel

EDGAR Fathom and half, fathom and half 40! Poor Tom!

FOOL Come not in here, nuncle, here’s a spirit 41. Help me,

help me!

KENT Give me thy hand. Who’s there?

FOOL A spirit, a spirit: he says his name’s poor Tom.

KENT What art thou that dost grumble 45there i’th’straw?

Come forth.

Edgar comes out, disguised as a mad beggar

EDGAR Away! The foul fiend follows me! Through the sharp

hawthorn blow the winds. Hum! Go to thy bed and warm

thee.

LEAR Did’st thou give all to thy daughters? And art thou

come to this?

EDGAR Who gives anything to poor Tom? Whom the foul 52

fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford

and whirlpool, o’er bog and quagmire, that hath laid knives 54

under his pillow, and halters in his pew, set ratsbane 55by his

porridge, made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay 56trotting-horse

over four-inched bridges, to course his own shadow for 57

a traitor. Bless thy five wits! Tom’s a-cold. O, do de, do de 58, do

de. Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting and taking 59! Do

poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes: there 60

could I have him now — and there — and there again, and

there.

Storm still

LEAR Has his daughters brought him to this pass 63?

Couldst thou save nothing? Wouldst thou give ’em all?

FOOL Nay, he reserved a blanket 65, else we had been all

shamed.

LEAR Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous 67air

Hang fated o’er men’s faults 68light on thy daughters!

KENT He hath no daughters, sir.

LEAR Death, traitor! Nothing could have subdued nature 70

To such a lowness but his unkind daughters.

Is it the fashion that discarded fathers

Should have thus little mercy on their flesh 73?

Judicious punishment! ’Twas this flesh begot

Those pelican 75daughters.

EDGAR Pillicock sat on Pillicock-hill: alow, alow, loo, loo 76!

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

EDGAR Take heed o’th’foul fiend: obey 78thy parents, keep thy

word’s justice, swear not, commit not 79with man’s sworn

spouse, set not thy sweetheart on proud array 80. Tom’s a-cold.

LEAR What hast thou been?

EDGAR A servingman, proud in heart and mind, that

curled my hair, wore gloves 83in my cap, served the lust of my

mistress’ heart, and did the act of darkness with her: swore

as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet

face of heaven: one that slept in 86the contriving of lust, and

waked to do it: wine loved I dearly, dice 87dearly, and in woman

out-paramoured the Turk: false of heart, light of ear 88, bloody

of hand: hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog

in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes nor 90

the rustling of silks betray thy poor heart to woman: keep

thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen 92

from lenders’ books, and defy the foul fiend. Still through the

hawthorn blows the cold wind, says suum, mun, nonny 94,

Dolphin my boy, boy sessa! Let him trot by 95.

Storm still

LEAR Thou wert better in a grave than to answer 96with thy

uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more

than this? Consider him well. Thou ow’st the worm no silk,

the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume 99. Ha?

Here’s three on’s are sophisticated 100. Thou art the thing itself:

unaccommodated 101man is no more but such a poor bare,

forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings 102! Come,

unbutton here.

Tears off his clothes

Enter Gloucester with a torch

FOOL Prithee, nuncle, be contented: ’tis a naughty 104night

to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old

lecher’s heart, a small spark, all the rest on’s body cold. Look,

here comes a walking fire 107.

EDGAR This is the foul Flibbertigibbet: he begins at curfew 108

and walks till the first cock: he gives the web and the pin 109,

squints 110the eye and makes the hare-lip, mildews the white