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twg_000000021100 | me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stirs these daughters hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not womens weapons, water-drops, Stain my mans cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021101 | such revenges on you both That all the world shall,I will do such things, What they are yet, I know not; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think Ill weep; No, Ill not weep: [_Storm and tempest._] I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere Ill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021102 | weep.O fool, I shall go mad! [_Exeunt Lear, Gloucester, Kent and Fool._] CORNWALL. Let us withdraw; twill be a storm. REGAN. This house is little: the old man and his people Cannot be well bestowd. GONERIL. Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest And must needs taste his folly. REGAN. For his particular, Ill receive him gladly, But | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021103 | not one follower. GONERIL. So am I purposd. Where is my lord of Gloucester? Enter Gloucester. CORNWALL. Followed the old man forth, he is returnd. GLOUCESTER. The King is in high rage. CORNWALL. Whither is he going? GLOUCESTER. He calls to horse; but will I know not whither. CORNWALL. Tis best to give him way; he leads himself. GONERIL. My | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021104 | lord, entreat him by no means to stay. GLOUCESTER. Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about Theres scarce a bush. REGAN. O, sir, to wilful men The injuries that they themselves procure Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors. He is attended with a desperate train, And what they may | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021105 | incense him to, being apt To have his ear abusd, wisdom bids fear. CORNWALL. Shut up your doors, my lord; tis a wild night. My Regan counsels well: come out o the storm. [_Exeunt._] ACT III SCENE I. A Heath A storm with thunder and lightning. Enter Kent and a Gentleman, severally. KENT. Whos there, besides foul weather? GENTLEMAN. One | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021106 | minded like the weather, most unquietly. KENT. I know you. Wheres the King? GENTLEMAN. Contending with the fretful elements; 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021107 | of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn 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? GENTLEMAN. None but the fool, who labours to out-jest His heart-struck injuries. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021108 | KENT. Sir, I do know you; And dare, upon the warrant of my note Commend a dear thing to you. There is division, Although as yet the face of it be coverd With mutual cunning, twixt Albany and Cornwall; Who have, as who have not, that their great stars Throned and set high; servants, who seem no less, Which are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021109 | 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 scatterd kingdom; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021110 | who already, Wise in our negligence, have secret feet In some of our best ports, and are at point To show their open 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 how unnatural and bemadding sorrow The King | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021111 | hath cause to plain. I am a gentleman of blood and breeding; And from some knowledge and assurance Offer this office to you. GENTLEMAN. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021112 | but you shall, show her this ring; And she will tell you who your fellow is 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, more than all yet: That, when we have found the King, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021113 | in which your pain That way, Ill this; he that first lights on him Holla the other. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Another part of the heath Storm continues. Enter Lear and Fool. LEAR. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenchd our steeples, drownd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021114 | to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o the world! Crack natures 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 o door. Good nuncle, in; and ask thy daughters blessing: heres a night pities | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021115 | 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 unkindness. I never gave you kingdom, calld you children; You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despisd old | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021116 | man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That will with two pernicious daughters join Your high-engenderd battles gainst a head So old and white as this! O! O! tis foul! FOOL. He that has a house to puts head in has a good head-piece. The codpiece that will house Before the head has any, The head and he shall | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021117 | 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. LEAR. No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing. Enter Kent. KENT. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021118 | Whos there? FOOL. Marry, heres grace and a codpiece; thats 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021119 | thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain I never Remember to have heard. Mans nature cannot carry Thaffliction, nor the fear. LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder oer our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhippd of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjurd, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021120 | thou simular of virtue That art incestuous. Caitiff, to pieces shake That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practisd on mans life: close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man More sinnd against than sinning. KENT. Alack, bareheaded! Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021121 | lend you gainst the tempest: Repose you there, whilst I to this hard house, More harder than the stones whereof tis raisd; 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021122 | is this straw, my fellow? 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 Thats sorry yet for thee. FOOL. [_Singing._] He that has and a little tiny wit, With heigh-ho, the wind and the rain, Must make content with his fortunes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021123 | fit, 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 courtezan. Ill 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021124 | heretics burnd, 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 cut-purses 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021125 | the time, who lives to seet, That going shall be usd with feet. This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time. [_Exit._] SCENE III. A Room in Gloucesters Castle Enter Gloucester and Edmund. GLOUCESTER. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing. When I desired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021126 | 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; 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021127 | have locked the letter in my closet: these injuries the King now bears will be revenged home; theres part of a power already footed: we must incline to the King. I will look 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021128 | 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._] EDMUND. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the Duke Instantly know; and of that letter too. This seems a fair deserving, and must draw | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021129 | me That which my father loses, no less than all: The younger rises when the old doth fall. [_Exit._] SCENE IV. A part of the Heath with a Hovel Storm continues. Enter Lear, Kent and Fool. KENT. Here is the place, my lord; good my lord, enter: The tyranny of the open nights too rough For nature to endure. LEAR. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021130 | Let me alone. KENT. Good my lord, enter here. LEAR. Wilt break my heart? KENT. I had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter. LEAR. Thou thinkst tis much that this contentious storm Invades us to the skin: so tis to thee, But where the greater malady is fixd, The lesser is scarce felt. Thoudst shun a bear; But | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021131 | if thy flight lay toward the raging sea, Thoudst meet the bear i the mouth. When the minds free, The bodys delicate: the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food tot? But I will punish home; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021132 | 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 heart gave all, O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that. KENT. Good my lord, enter here. LEAR. Prythee go in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021133 | thyself; seek thine own ease: This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more. But Ill go in. [_To the Fool._] In, boy; go first. You houseless poverty, Nay, get thee in. Ill pray, and then Ill sleep. [_Fool goes in._] Poor naked wretches, wheresoeer you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021134 | storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loopd and windowd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have taen Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them And show the heavens more just. EDGAR. [_Within._] Fathom and half, fathom | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021135 | and half! Poor Tom! [_The Fool runs out from the hovel._] FOOL. Come not in here, nuncle, heres a spirit. Help me, help me! KENT. Give me thy hand. Whos there? FOOL. A spirit, a spirit: he says his names poor Tom. KENT. What art thou that dost grumble there i the straw? Come forth. Enter Edgar, disguised as a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021136 | madman. EDGAR. Away! the foul fiend follows me! Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. Humh! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. LEAR. Didst thou give all to thy two daughters? And art thou come to this? EDGAR. Who gives anything to poor Tom? Whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021137 | and whirlpool, oer 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! Toms a-cold. O, do, de, do, de, do, de. Bless | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021138 | 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 again, and there. [_Storm continues._] LEAR. What, have his daughters brought him to this pass? Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give em all? FOOL. Nay, he reservd a blanket, else we had been all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021139 | shamed. LEAR. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air Hang fated oer mens faults light on thy daughters! KENT. He hath no daughters, sir. LEAR. Death, traitor! nothing could have subdud 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021140 | this flesh begot Those pelican daughters. EDGAR. Pillicock sat on Pillicock hill, Alow, alow, loo loo! FOOL. This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen. EDGAR. Take heed o th foul fiend: obey thy parents; keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with mans sworn spouse; set not thy sweet-heart on proud array. Toms a-cold. LEAR. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021141 | What hast thou been? EDGAR. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair; wore gloves in 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 the contriving of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021142 | lust, and waked to do it. Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly; and in woman out-paramourd 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 woman. Keep | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021143 | thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders book, and defy the foul fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind: says suum, mun, nonny. Dolphin my boy, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021144 | 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! heres three ons 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021145 | lendings! Come, unbutton here. [_Tears off his clothes._] FOOL. Prythee, nuncle, be contented; tis a naughty night to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lechers heart, a small spark, all the rest ons body cold. Look, here comes a walking fire. EDGAR. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins at curfew, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021146 | and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the harelip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth. Swithold footed thrice the old; He met the nightmare, and her nine-fold; Bid her alight and her troth plight, And aroint thee, witch, aroint thee! KENT. How fares your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021147 | grace? Enter Gloucester with a torch. LEAR. Whats he? KENT. Whos there? What ist you seek? GLOUCESTER. What are you there? Your names? EDGAR. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old rat | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021148 | and the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the standing pool; who is whipped from tithing to tithing, 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 Toms food for seven long year. Beware | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021149 | my follower. Peace, Smulkin; peace, thou fiend! GLOUCESTER. What, hath your grace no better company? EDGAR. The prince of darkness is a gentleman: Modo hes calld, and Mahu. GLOUCESTER. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so vile That it doth hate what gets it. EDGAR. Poor Toms a-cold. GLOUCESTER. Go in with me: my duty cannot suffer Tobey | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021150 | in all your daughters hard commands; Though their injunction be to bar my doors, And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you, Yet have I venturd 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021151 | take his offer; go into the house. LEAR. Ill talk a word with this same learned Theban. What is your study? EDGAR. How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin. LEAR. Let me ask you one word in private. KENT. Importune him once more to go, my lord; His wits begin tunsettle. GLOUCESTER. Canst thou blame him? His daughters | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021152 | seek his death. Ah, that good Kent! He said it would be thus, poor banishd man! Thou sayest the King grows mad; Ill tell thee, friend, I am almost mad myself. I had a son, Now outlawd from my blood; he sought my life But lately, very late: I lovd him, friend, No father his son dearer: true to tell | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021153 | thee, [_Storm continues._] The grief hath crazd my wits. What a nights this! I do beseech your grace. LEAR. O, cry you mercy, sir. Noble philosopher, your company. EDGAR. Toms a-cold. GLOUCESTER. In, fellow, there, into the hovel; keep thee warm. LEAR. Come, lets in all. KENT. This way, my lord. LEAR. With him; I will keep still with my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021154 | philosopher. KENT. Good my lord, soothe him; let him take the fellow. GLOUCESTER. Take him you on. KENT. Sirrah, come on; go along with us. LEAR. Come, good Athenian. GLOUCESTER. No words, no words, hush. EDGAR. Child Rowland to the dark tower came, His word was stillFie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man. [_Exeunt._] SCENE | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021155 | V. A Room in Gloucesters Castle Enter Cornwall and Edmund. CORNWALL. I will have my revenge ere I depart his house. EDMUND. How, my lord, I may be censured, that nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears me to think of. CORNWALL. I now perceive it was not altogether your brothers evil disposition made him seek his death; but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021156 | a provoking merit, set a-work by a reproveable badness in himself. EDMUND. 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! CORNWALL. Go with me to the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021157 | Duchess. EDMUND. If the matter of this paper be certain, you have mighty business in hand. CORNWALL. True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester. Seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our apprehension. EDMUND. [_Aside._] If I find him comforting the King, it will stuff his suspicion more fully. I will persever | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021158 | in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that and my blood. CORNWALL. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. A Chamber in a Farmhouse adjoining the Castle Enter Gloucester, Lear, Kent, Fool and Edgar. GLOUCESTER. Here is better than the open air; take it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021159 | 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 have given way to his impatience: the gods reward your kindness! [_Exit Gloucester._] EDGAR. Frateretto calls me; and tells me Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and beware the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021160 | foul fiend. FOOL. Prythee, nuncle, tell me whether a madman be a gentleman or a yeoman. LEAR. A king, a king! FOOL. No, hes a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son; for hes a mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him. LEAR. To have a thousand with red burning spits Come hissing in upon em. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021161 | EDGAR. The foul fiend bites my back. FOOL. Hes mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horses health, a boys love, or a whores oath. LEAR. It shall be done; I will arraign them straight. [_To Edgar._] Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer; [_To the Fool._] Thou, sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she-foxes! EDGAR. Look, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021162 | where he stands and glares! Wantst thou eyes at trial, madam? Come oer the bourn, Bessy, to me. FOOL. Her boat hath a leak, And she must not speak Why she dares not come over to thee. EDGAR. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. Hoppedance cries in Toms belly for two white herring. Croak | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021163 | not, black angel; I have no food for thee. KENT. How do you, sir? Stand you not so amazd; Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions? LEAR. Ill see their trial first. Bring in their evidence. [_To Edgar._] Thou, robed man of justice, take thy place. [_To the Fool._] And thou, his yokefellow of equity, Bench by his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021164 | side. [_To Kent._] You are o the commission, Sit you too. EDGAR. Let us deal justly. Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd? Thy sheep be in the corn; And for one blast of thy minikin mouth Thy sheep shall take no harm. Purr! the cat is grey. LEAR. Arraign her first; tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021165 | honourable assembly, she kicked the poor King her father. FOOL. Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril? LEAR. She cannot deny it. FOOL. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool. LEAR. And heres another, whose warpd looks proclaim What store her heart is made on. Stop her there! Arms, arms! sword! fire! Corruption in the place! False justicer, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021166 | why hast thou let her scape? EDGAR. Bless thy five wits! KENT. O pity! Sir, where is the patience now That you so oft have boasted to retain? EDGAR. [_Aside._] My tears begin to take his part so much They mar my counterfeiting. LEAR. The little dogs and all, Trey, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. EDGAR. Tom | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021167 | 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 him, Or bobtail tike 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021168 | de, 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? [_To Edgar._] You, sir, I entertain you for one of my hundred; only I do not like the fashion | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021169 | of your garments. Youll say they are Persian; but let them be changed. KENT. Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile. LEAR. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains. So, so. Well go to supper i the morning. FOOL. And Ill go to bed at noon. Enter Gloucester. GLOUCESTER. Come hither, friend; Where is the King | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021170 | my master? KENT. Here, sir; but trouble him not, his wits are gone. GLOUCESTER. Good friend, I prythee, take him in thy arms; I have oerheard a plot of death upon him; There is a litter ready; lay him int And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master; If thou shouldst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021171 | 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 to some provision Give thee quick conduct. KENT. Oppressed nature sleeps. This rest might yet have balmd thy broken sinews, Which, if convenience will not allow, Stand in hard cure. Come, help | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021172 | to bear thy master; [_To the Fool._] Thou must not stay behind. GLOUCESTER. Come, come, away! [_Exeunt Kent, Gloucester and the Fool bearing off Lear._] EDGAR. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021173 | much sufferance doth oerskip When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship. How light and portable my pain seems now, When that which makes me bend makes the King bow; He childed as I fathered! Tom, away! Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray, When false opinion, whose wrong thoughts defile thee, In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee. What | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021174 | will hap more tonight, safe scape the King! Lurk, lurk. [_Exit._] SCENE VII. A Room in Gloucesters Castle Enter Cornwall, Regan, Goneril, Edmund and Servants. CORNWALL. Post speedily to my lord your husband, show him this letter: the army of France is landed. Seek out the traitor Gloucester. [_Exeunt some of the Servants._] REGAN. Hang him instantly. GONERIL. Pluck out | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021175 | his eyes. CORNWALL. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021176 | sister, farewell, my lord of Gloucester. Enter Oswald. How now! Wheres the King? OSWALD. My lord of Gloucester hath conveyd him hence: Some five or six and thirty of his knights, Hot questrists after him, met him at gate; Who, with some other of the lords dependants, Are gone with him toward Dover: where they boast To have well-armed friends. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021177 | CORNWALL. Get horses for your mistress. GONERIL. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister. CORNWALL. Edmund, farewell. [_Exeunt Goneril, Edmund and Oswald._] Go seek the traitor Gloucester, Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us. [_Exeunt other Servants._] Though well we may not pass upon his life Without the form of justice, yet our power Shall do a courtesy to our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021178 | wrath, which men May blame, but not control. Whos there? The traitor? Enter Gloucester and Servants. REGAN. Ingrateful fox! tis he. CORNWALL. Bind fast his corky arms. GLOUCESTER. What mean your graces? Good my friends, consider you are my guests. Do me no foul play, friends. CORNWALL. Bind him, I say. [_Servants bind him._] REGAN. Hard, hard. O filthy traitor! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021179 | GLOUCESTER. Unmerciful lady as you are, Im none. CORNWALL. To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find [_Regan plucks his beard._] GLOUCESTER. By the kind gods, tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard. REGAN. So white, and such a traitor! GLOUCESTER. Naughty lady, These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin Will quicken, and accuse | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021180 | thee. I am your host: With robbers hands my hospitable favours You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? CORNWALL. Come, sir, what letters had you late from France? REGAN. Be simple answerd, for we know the truth. CORNWALL. And what confederacy have you with the traitors, Late footed in the kingdom? REGAN. To whose hands have you sent | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021181 | the lunatic King? Speak. GLOUCESTER. I have a letter guessingly set down, Which came from one thats of a neutral heart, And not from one opposd. CORNWALL. Cunning. REGAN. And false. CORNWALL. Where hast thou sent the King? GLOUCESTER. To Dover. REGAN. Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not chargd at peril, CORNWALL. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021182 | GLOUCESTER. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. REGAN. Wherefore to Dover, sir? GLOUCESTER. 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 endurd, would have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021183 | buoyd up, And quenchd the stelled fires; Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howld that stern time, Thou shouldst have said, Good porter, turn the key. All cruels else subscribd: but I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. CORNWALL. Seet shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. Upon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021184 | these eyes of thine Ill set my foot. [_Gloucester is held down in his chair, while Cornwall plucks out one of his eyes and sets his foot on it._] GLOUCESTER. He that will think to live till he be old, Give me some help!O cruel! O you gods! REGAN. One side will mock another; the other too! CORNWALL. If you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021185 | see vengeance FIRST SERVANT. Hold your hand, my lord: I have servd you ever since I was a child; But better service have I never done you Than now to bid you hold. REGAN. How now, you dog! FIRST SERVANT. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, Id shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean? CORNWALL. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021186 | My villain? [_Draws, and runs at him._] FIRST SERVANT. Nay, then, come on, and take the chance of anger. [_Draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded._] REGAN. [_To another servant._] Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus? [_Snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs him._] FIRST SERVANT. O, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye left To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021187 | see some mischief on him. O! [_Dies._] CORNWALL. Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly! Where is thy lustre now? [_Tears out Gloucesters other eye and throws it on the ground._] GLOUCESTER. All dark and comfortless. Wheres my son Edmund? Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature To quit this horrid act. REGAN. Out, treacherous villain! Thou callst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021188 | on him that hates thee: it was he That made the overture of thy treasons to us; Who is too good to pity thee. GLOUCESTER. O my follies! Then Edgar was abusd. Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! REGAN. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell His way to Dover. How ist, my lord? How | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021189 | look you? CORNWALL. I have receivd 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 Gloucester and lead him out._] SECOND SERVANT. Ill never care what wickedness I do, If this man come to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021190 | good. THIRD SERVANT. If she live long, And in the end meet the old course of death, Women will all turn monsters. SECOND SERVANT. Lets follow the old Earl, and get the bedlam To lead him where he would: his roguish madness Allows itself to anything. THIRD SERVANT. Go thou: Ill fetch some flax and whites of eggs To apply | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021191 | to his bleeding face. Now heaven help him! [_Exeunt._] ACT IV SCENE I. The heath Enter Edgar. EDGAR. Yet better thus, and known to be contemnd, Than still contemnd and flatterd. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021192 | to laughter. Welcome then, Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace; The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts. Enter Gloucester, led by an Old Man. But who comes here? 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021193 | O my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your fathers tenant these fourscore years. GLOUCESTER. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone. Thy comforts can do me no good at all; Thee they may hurt. OLD MAN. You cannot see your way. GLOUCESTER. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; I stumbled when I saw. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021194 | Full oft tis seen Our means secure us, and our mere defects Prove our commodities. O dear son Edgar, The food of thy abused fathers wrath! Might I but live to see thee in my touch, Id say I had eyes again! OLD MAN. How now! Whos there? EDGAR. [_Aside._] O gods! Who ist can say I am at the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021195 | worst? I am worse than eer I was. OLD MAN. Tis poor mad Tom. EDGAR. [_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? GLOUCESTER. Is it a beggar-man? OLD MAN. Madman, and beggar too. GLOUCESTER. He has some reason, else he could | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021196 | not beg. I the last nights 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. EDGAR. [_Aside._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021197 | How should this be? Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Angering itself and others. Bless thee, master! GLOUCESTER. Is that the naked fellow? OLD MAN. Ay, my lord. GLOUCESTER. Then prythee get thee away. If for my sake Thou wilt oertake us hence a mile or twain, I the way toward Dover, do it for ancient | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021198 | love, And bring some covering for this naked soul, Which Ill entreat to lead me. OLD MAN. Alack, sir, he is mad. GLOUCESTER. Tis the times plague when madmen lead the blind. Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure; Above the rest, be gone. OLD MAN. Ill bring him the best parel that I have, Come ont | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021199 | what will. [_Exit._] GLOUCESTER. Sirrah naked fellow. EDGAR. Poor Toms a-cold. [_Aside._] I cannot daub it further. GLOUCESTER. Come hither, fellow. EDGAR. [_Aside._] And yet I must. Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed. GLOUCESTER. Knowst thou the way to Dover? EDGAR. Both stile and gate, horseway and footpath. Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits. Bless thee, | 60 | gutenberg |
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