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Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit.
Help me, help me!

Kent. Give me thy hand.-Who's there?
Fool. A spirit, a spirit; he says his name's poor

Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there
i' the straw?

Come forth.

Enter EDGAR, disguised as a Madman.

Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me!Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind.Humph! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters? And art thou come to this?

Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, over bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew; set ratsbane by his porridge; made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting-horse over four-inched bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor:-Bless thy five wits! Tom's a-cold,-0, do de, do de, do de.-Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes: There could I have him now,-and there, -and there, and there again, and there. [Storm continues. Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?

Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give them all?

Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all shamed.

spark, all the rest of his body cold.-Look, here comes a walking fire.

Edg. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin,2 squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth.

Saint Withold footed thrice the wold;4
He met the night-mare, and her nine-fold;
Bid her alight,

And her troth plight,

And aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!
Kent. How fares your grace?

Enter GLOSTER, with a Torch.
Lear. What's he?

Kent. Who's there? What is't you seek?
Glo. What are you there? Your names?
Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog,
the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water;6
that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend
rages, eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old
rat, and the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of
the standing-pool; who is whipped from tything to
tything, and stocked, punished, and imprisoned;
who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to
his body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear,-

But mice, and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Beware my follower:-Peace, Smolkin; peace,
thou fiend!

Glo. What, hath your grace no better company?
Edg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman;
Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.9

Lear. Now, all the plagues that in the pendu-That it doth hate what gets it.

Glo. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so vile,

lous air

Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters!
Kent. He hath no daughters, sir.

Lear. Death, traitor! nothing could have sub-
dued nature

To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters.-
Is it the fashion, that discarded fathers
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
Judicious punishment! 'twas this flesh begot
Those pelican daughters.

Edg. Pillicock sat on pillicock's hill;—
Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!

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

Edg. Take heed o' the foul fiend: obey thy parents; keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array: Tom's a-cold.

Lear. What hast thou been?

Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair; wore gloves in my cap; served the lust of my mistress's 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 the contriving of lust, and waked to do it: Wine loved I deeply; dice dearly; and in woman, out-paramoured the Turk: False of heart, light of ear, 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 the rustling of silks, betray thy poor heart to women: Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend. -Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind: Says suum, mun, ha no nonny, dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa; let him trot by.

[Storm still continues. Lear. Why, thou wert better in thy grave, than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies.-Is man no more than this? Consider him well: Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume-Ha! here three of us are sophisticated!Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.-Off, off, you lendings:-Come; unbutton here. [Tearing off his Clothes.

Fool. Pr'ythee, nuncle, be contented; this is a naughty night to swim in.-Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher's heart: a small

To take is to blast, or strike with malignant influence. It was the custom to wear gloves in the hat, as the favor of a mistress.

Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.

Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer
To obey in all your daughter's hard commands:
Though their injunction be to bar my doors,
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you;
Yet have I ventured to come seek you out,
And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher.-
What is the cause of thunder?

Kent. Good my lord, take his offer;
Go into the house.

Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned

What is your study?

Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill ver-

Lear. Let me ask you one word in private.
Kent. Impórtune him once more to go, my lord;
His wits begin to unsettle.
Canst thou blame him?
His daughters seek his death:-Ah, that good.
He said it would be thus:-Poor banish'd man!-
Thou say'st, the king grows mad; I'll tell thee,
I am almost mad myself: I had a son,
Now outlaw'd from my blood; he sought my life,
But lately, very late; I lov'd him, friend,-
No father his son dearer: true to tell thee,

The grief hath craz'd my wits.
I do beseech your grace,-


[Storm continues. What a night's this!

O, cry you mercy:

Noble philosopher, your company.
Edg. Tom's a-cold.

Glo. In, fellow, there, to the hovel: keep thee

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No words, no words:

Sit you too.

Edg. Let us deal justly.

Glo. Hush! Edg. Child' Rowland to the dark tower came, His word was still,-Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man.


SCENE V.-A Room in Gloster's Castle.


Corn. I will have my revenge, ere I depart his house.

Edm. How, my lord, I may be censured, that nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears me to think of.

Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition made him seek his death; but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reproveable badness in himself.

Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent to be just! This is the letter he spoke of, which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France. O heavens! that this treason were not, or not I the detector!

Corn. Go with me to the duchess.

Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, you have mighty business in hand.

Corn. True, or false, it hath made thee earl of Gloster. Seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our apprehension.

Edm. [Aside.] If I find him comforting the king, it will stuff his suspicion more fully.-I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that and my blood.

Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.-A Chamber in a Farm-House,
adjoining the Castle.

Enter GLOSTER, LEAR, KENT, Fool, and EDGAR. Glo. Here is better than the open air; take it thankfully; I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can: I will not be long from you.

Kent. All the power of his wits has given way to his impatience:-The gods reward your kindness! [Exit GLOSTER. Edg. Frateretto calls me; and tells me, Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, inno

cent, and beware the foul fiend.

Fool. Pr'ythee, nuncle, tell me, whether a madman be a gentleman, or a yeoman?

Lear. A king, a king!

Fool. No; he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son for he's a mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him.

Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits Come hissing in upon them:

Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.

Fool. He's mad, that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign them straight:

Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer;[To EDGAR. Thou, sapient sir, sit here. [To the Fool.]-Now, you she-foxes!

Edg. Look, where he stands and glares!Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam?

Come o'er the bourn,3 Bessy, to me:Fool. Her boat hath a leak,

And she must not speak

Why she dare not come over to thee. Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. Hop lance cries in Tom's belly for two white herrings. Croak not, black angel; I have no food for thee.

Kent. How do you, sir? Stand you not so amaz'd:

Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions? Lear. I'll see their trial first:-Bring in the evidence.

Thou robed man of justice, take thy place;
And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity, [To the Fool.
Child is an old name for knight.
Addressed to the Fool, who were anciently called In-
Brook, or rivulet.



Bench by his side:-You are of the commission,

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What store her heart is made of.-Stop her there!
Arms, arms, sword, fire!-Corruption in the place!
False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape?
Edg. Bless thy five wits!

Kent. O pity!-Sir, where is the patience now, That you so oft have boasted to retain?

Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much, They'll mar my counterfeiting. [Aside.

Lear. The little dogs and all,

Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
Edg. Tom will throw his head at them:-
Avaunt, you curs!

Be thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
Hound, or spaniel, brach, or lym;4
Or bobtail fike, or trundle-tail;
Tom will make them weep and wail:
For, with throwing thus my head,
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.

Do de, do de. Sessa. Come, march to wakes and fairs, and market towns:-Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.

Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan, see what breeds about her heart: Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts!-You, sir, I entertain you for one of my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments: you will say, they are Persian attire; but let them be changed. [To EDGAR.

Kent. Now,good my lord, he here,and rest awhile. Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains: So, so, so: We go to supper i' the morning: So, so, so.

Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.


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If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life,
With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
Stand in assured loss: Take up, take up;
And follow me, that will with some provision
Give thee quick conduct.


Oppress'd nature sleeps:This rest might yet have ɓalm'd thy broken senses, Which, if convenience will not allow, Stand in hard cure.-Come, help to bear thy master; Thou must not stay behind. [To the Fool. Glo. Come, come, away. [Exeunt KENT, GLOSTER, and the Fool, bearing off the King." Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Who alone suffers, suffers most i' the mind; Leaving free things, and happy shows, behind. But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship. How light and portable my pain seems now,

• A bloodhound.

When that which makes me bend, makes the king bow;

He childed, as I father'd!-Tom, away:
Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray.
When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles

In thy just proof, repeals, and reconciles thee.
What will hap more to-night, safe 'scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.

SCENE VII-A Room in Gloster's Castle. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and Servants.

Corn. Post speedily to my lord, your husband; show him this letter:-the army of France is landed. Seek out the villain Gloster.

[Exeunt some of the Servants. Reg. Hang him instantly. Gon. Pluck out his eyes.

Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.-Edmund, keep you our sister company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to a most festinate preparation: we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister;farewell, my lord of Gloster.6

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Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER.

Reg. Ingrateful fox! Stis he.

Corn. Bind fast his corky? arms.

Glo. What mean your graces friends, consider

Good my

You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.
Corn. Bind him, I say. [Servants bind him.
Hard, hard:-O filthy traitor!
Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none.
Corn. To this chair bind him:-Villain, thou
shalt find- [REGAN plucks his Beard.
Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done,
To pluck me by the beard.

Reg. So white, and such a traitor!

Naughty lady,
These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin,
Will quicken and accuse thee: I am your host;
With robber's hands, my hospitable favors2
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?
Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from

Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. Corn. And what confederacy have you with the


Late footed in the kingdom?

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Reg. Wherefore to Dover?

Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up, And quench'd the stelled3 fires; yet, poor old heart,

He holp the heavens to rain.

If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,
Thou shouldst have said, Good porter, turn the key;
All cruels else subscribed:-But I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.
Corn. See it shalt thou never:-Fellows, hold
Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
the chair:

[GLOSTER is held down in his Chair, while
CORNWALL plucks out one of his Eyes,
and sets his Foot on it.

Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, Give me some help:-O cruel! O ye gods! Reg. One side will mock another; the other too. Corn. If you see vengeance,


Hold your hand, my lord:

I have serv'd you ever since I was a child;
But better service have I never done you,
Than now to bid you hold.

Reg. How now, you dog?

Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel: What do you mean? Corn. My villain! [Draws and runs at him. Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance of anger.

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[Draws. They fight. CORNWALL is wounded, Reg. Give me thy sword.-[To another Servant.] A peasant stand up thus!

[Snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs him. Serv. O, I am slain!--My lord, you have one eye left [Dies.

To see some mischief on him:-0!

Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it:-Out, vile jelly!

Where is thy lustre now?

[Tears out GLOSTER'S other Eye, and throws it on

the Ground.

Glo. All dark and comfortless.-Where's my son
Edmund ?

Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,
To quit this horrid act.

Out, treacherous villain!
Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he
That made the overtures of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.


O my follies!

Then Edgar was abused.-
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!
Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover.-How is't, my lord? How look

Corn. I have received a hurt:- Follow me, lady.

Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave
Upon the dunghill.-Regan, I bleed apace:
Untimely comes this hurt: Give me your arm.

[Exit CORNWALL, led by REGAN;-Servants unbind GLOSTER, and lead him out. If this man comes to good. 1 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, If she live long, And, in the end, meet the old course of death,

2 Serv.

Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatic Women will all turn monsters. king?


Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down, Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, And not from one oppos'd.




Corn. Where hast thou sent the king? Glo.

1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam7

To lead him where he would; his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing.

2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites of eggs,

To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him!

And false.

To Dover.

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Yielded, submitted to the necessity of the occasion. • Laid open. Bedlamite, madman.

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SCENE I.-The Heath.

Enter EDGAR.


Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd, Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst, The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune, Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear: The lamentable change is from the best; The worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then, Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace! The wretch, that thou hast blown unto the worst, Owes nothing to thy blasts.-But who comes here? Enter GLOSTER, led by an Old Man. My father, poorly led?-World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Life would not yield to age.

Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your tenant and your father's tenant, these fourscore years. Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, begone: Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee they may hurt.

Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way. Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; I stumbled when I saw: Full oft 'tis seen, Our mean secures us; and our mere defects Prove our commodities.-Ah, dear son Edgar, The food of thy abused father's wrath! Might I but live to see thee in my touch, I'd say, I had my eyes again! Old Man.

How now? Who's there? Edg. [Aside.] O gods! Who is't can say, I am at

the worst?

I am worse than e'er I was.
Old Man.

'Tis poor mad Tom. Edg. [Aside.] And worse I may be yet: The

worst is not,

So long as we can say, This is the worst.
Old Man. Fellow, where goest?
Is it a beggar-man?
Old Man. Madman and beggar too.
Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg.
I' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw;
Which made me think a man a worm: My son
Came then into my mind; and yet my mind
Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard

more since:

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;
They kill us for their sport.
How should this be?
Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow,
Ang ring itself and others. [Aside.]-Bless thee,


Glo. Is that the naked fellow?

Old Man.

Ay, my lord.

Glo. Then, pr'ythee, get thee gone: If, for my sake,
Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain,
I' the way to Dover, do it for ancient love;
And bring some covering for this naked soul,
Whom I'll entreat to lead me.

Old Man.

Alack sir, he's mad.

Glo. 'Tis the time's plague, when madmen lead
the blind.

Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure;
Above the rest, be gone.

Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have,
Come on't what will.

Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow.


Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold: I cannot daub9 it further.


Glo. Come hither, fellow.
Edg. [Aside.] And yet I must.-Bless thy sweet
eyes, they bleed.

Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover?
Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot-
path. Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good
wits: Bless the good man from the foul fiend!
Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust,
as, Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness;
Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; and Flibber-
tigibbet, of mopping and mowing; who since pos-
sesses chamber-maids and waiting-women.
bless thee, master!

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SCENE II.-Before the Duke of Albany's Palace. Enter GONERIL and EDMUND; Steward meeting them.

Gon. Welcome, my lord: I marvel, our mild husband

Not met us on the way:-Now, where's your master?

Stew. Madam, within; but never man so changed:
I told him of the army that was landed;
He smil'd at it: I told him you were coming;
His answer was, The worse: of Gloster's treachery,
And of the loyal service of his son,

When I inforin'd him, then he call'd me sot;
And told me, I had turn'd the wrong side out:-

What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to him;
What like, offensive.

Then shall you go no further.
It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs,
Which tie him to an answer: Our wishes, on the way,
May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother:
Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers:

must change arms at home, and give the distaff
Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant
Shall pass between us: ere long you are like to hear,
If you dare venture in your own behalf,
A mistress's command. Wear this: spare speech;
[Giving a Favor.
Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak,
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air;-
Conceive, and fare thee well.

Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.

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Gon. I have been worth the whistle.2

O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face.-I fear your disposition:
That nature, which contemns its origin,
Cannot be border'd certain in itself;
She that herself will slivers and disbranch
From her material sap, perforce must wither
And come to deadly use.

Gon. No more; the text is foolish.

Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile: Filths savor but themselves. What have you done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd? A father, and a gracious aged man, Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick, Most barbarous,most degenerate! have you madded. Could my good brother suffer you to do it? A man, a prince, by him so benefited! If that the heavens do not their visible spirits 1i. e. Our wishes on the road may be completed. Tear off. Worth calling for.

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Gloster's eyes!

Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with remorse,

Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword
To his great master; who, thereat enraged,
Flew on him, and amongst them fell'd him dead:
But not without that harmful stroke, which since
Hath pluck'd him after.
This shows you are above,
You justicers, that these our nether crimes
So speedily can venge!-But, O poor Gloster!
Lost he his other eye?

Both, both, my lord.—
This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer;
"Tis from your sister.

Gon. [Aside.] One way I like this well;
But being widow, and my Gloster with her,
May all the building in my fancy pluck
Upon my hateful life: Another way,
The news is not so tart.-I'll read, and answer.


Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his eyes?

Mess. Come with my lady hither.

He is not here.
Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again.
Alb. Knows he the wickedness?
Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd
against him;

And quit the house on purpose, that their punish


Might have the freer course.


Gloster, I live

To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king,
And to revenge thine eyes.-Come hither, friend,
Tell me what more thou knowest. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The French Camp near Dover.
Enter KENT and a Gentleman.

Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly gone back, know you the reason?

Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, Which since his coming forth is thought of; which Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, That his personal return was most requir'd, And necessary.

Kent. Who hath he left behind him general? Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fer. Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief!

Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my presence;

And now and then an ample tear trill'd down
Her delicate cheek: it seem'd, she was a queen
Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,

Sought to be king o'er her.

O, then it mov'd her.
Gent. Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears
Were like a better day: Those happy smiles,
That play'd on her ripe lip, secm'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.--In brief, sorrow
Would be a rarity most belov'd, if all
Could so become it.

Made she no verbal question ?4
Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name
of Father

Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart;
Cried, Sisters! sisters!-Shame of ladies! sisters!
Kent! father! sisters! What? i the storm? i the


Let pity not be believed!5-There she shook
The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
And clamor moisten'd: then away she started
To deal with grief alone.


It is the stars,

The stars above us, govern our conditions;
Else one self mate and mate could not beget
Such different issues. You spoke not with her since?
Gent. No.

Kent. Was this before the king return'd?

No, since. Kent. Well, sir; the poor distress'd Lear is i' the town:

Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers
What we are come about, and by no means
Will yield to see his daughter.

Why, good sir?
Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him: his
own unkindness,

That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
To his dog-hearted daughters,-these things sting
His mind so venomously, that burning shame
Detains him from Cordelia.

Alack, poor gentleman!
Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you
heard not?

Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot.

Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, And leave you to attend him: some dear cause, Will in concealment wrap me up awhile; When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go Along with me. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-The same. A Tent.
Enter CORDELIA, Physician, and Soldiers.
Cor. Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now
As mad as the vex'd sea: singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumiter,7 and furrow weeds,
With harlocks,8 hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn.-A century send forth;
Search every acre in the high-grown field,
And bring him to our eye. [Exit an Officer.]-
What can man's wisdom do,

In the restoring his bereaved sense?
He, that helps him, take all my outward worth.
Phy. There is means, madam:

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,

The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,
Are many simples operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguish.


All bless'd secrets,

All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate,
In the good man's distress!-Seek, seek for him;
Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life
That wants the means to lead it.
Enter a Messenger.

Madam, news;
The British powers are marching hitherward.
Cor. 'Tis known before: our preparation stands
In expectation of them.-O dear father,
It is thy business that I go about;
Therefore great France

My mourning, and important tears, hath pitied. No blown' ambition doth our arms incite,

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