Bids the winde blow the Earth into the Sea,Or swell the curled Waters 'boue the Maine,That things might change, or cease.Kent.
But who is with him?
Gent.None but the Foole, who labours to out‐iest
[1570]
His heart‐strooke iniuries.Kent.Sir, I do know you,And dare vpon the warrant of my noteCommend a deere thing to you. There is diuision(Although as yet the face of it is couer'd
[1575]
With mutuall cunning) 'twixt Albany, and Cornwall:Who haue, as who haue not, that their great StarresThron'd and set high; Seruants, who seeme no lesse,Which are to France the Spies and SpeculationsIntelligent of our State. What hath bin seene,
[1580]
Either in snuffes, and packings of the Dukes,Or the hard Reine which both of them hath borneAgainst the old kinde King; or something deeper,Whereof (perchance) these are but furnishings.Gent.
I will talke further with you.
Kent.
[1585]
No, do not:For confirmation that I am much moreThen my out‐wall; open this Purse, and takeWhat it containes. If you shall see
Cordelia,
(As feare not but you shall) shew her this
Ring,
And she will tell you who that Fellow is
[1590]
That yet you do not know. Fye on this Storme,I will go seeke the King.Gent.Giue me your hand,Haue you no more to say?Kent.Few words, but to effect more then all yet;
[1595]
That when we haue found the King, in which your painThat way, Ile this: He that first lights on him,Holla the other.Exeunt.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 3, Scene 2]
Storme still.Enter Lear, and
Foole.
Lear.Blow windes, & crack your cheeks; Rage, blowYou Cataracts, and Hyrricano's spout,
[1600]
Till you haue drench'd our Steeples, drown the Cockes.You Sulph'rous and Thought‐executing Fires,Vaunt‐curriors of Oake‐cleauing
Thunder‐bolts,
Sindge my white head. And thou all‐shaking Thunder,Strike flat the thicke Rotundity o'th'
world,
[1605]
Cracke Natures moulds, all germaines spill at onceThat makes ingratefull Man.Foole.
O Nunkle, Court holy‐water in a dry house, is
better
then this Rain‐water out o'doore. Good Nunkle,
in, aske thy Daughters blessing, here's a night
pitties
[1610]
neither Wisemen, nor Fooles.
Lear.Rumble thy belly full: spit Fire, spowt Raine:Nor Raine, Winde, Thunder, Fire are my Daughters;I taxe not you, you Elements with vnkindnesse.I neuer gaue you Kingdome, call'd you Children;
[1615]
You owe me no subscription. Then let fallYour horrible pleasure. Heere I stand your Slaue,A poore, infirme, weake, and dispis'd old man:But yet I call you Seruile Ministers,That will with two pernicious Daughters ioyne
So old, and white as this. O, ho! 'tis foule.Foole.He that has a house to put's head in, has a goodHead‐peece:The Codpiece that will house, before the head has any;
[1625]
The Head, and he shall Lowse: so Beggers marry many.The man y makes his Toe, what he his Hart shold make,Shall of a Corne cry woe, and turne his sleepe to wake.
For there was neuer yet faire woman, but shee made
mouthes
in a glasse.
Enter Kent.Lear.
[1630]
No, I will be the patterne of all patience,I will say nothing.Kent.
Who's there?
Foole.
Marry here's Grace, and a Codpiece, that's a
Wiseman, and a Foole.
Kent.
[1635]
Alas Sir are you here? Things that loue night,Loue not such nights as these: The wrathfull SkiesGallow the very wanderers of the darkeAnd make them keepe their Caues: Since I was man,Such sheets of Fire, such bursts of horrid Thunder,
[1640]
Such groanes of roaring Winde, and Raine, I neuerRemember to haue heard. Mans Nature cannot carryTh'affliction, nor the feare.Lear.Let the great GoddesThat keepe this dreadfull pudder o're our heads,
[1645]
Finde out their enemies now. Tremble thou Wretch,That hast within thee vndivulged CrimesVnwhipt of Iustice. Hide thee, thou Bloudy hand;Thou Periur'd, and thou Simular of VertueThat art Incestuous. Caytiffe, to peeces shake
[1650]
That vnder couert, and conuenient seemingHa'
practis'd on mans life. Close
pent‐vp guilts,
Riue your concealing Continents, and cryThese dreadfull Summoners grace. I am a man,More sinn'd against, then sinning.Kent.
[1655]
Alacke, bare‐headed?Gracious my Lord, hard by heere is a Houell,Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the
Tempest:
Repose you there, while I to this hard house,(More harder then the stones whereof 'tis
rais'd,
[1660]
Which euen but now, demanding after you,Deny'd me to come in) returne, and forceTheir scanted curtesie.Lear.My wits begin to turne.Come on my boy. How dost my boy? Art cold?
[1665]
I am cold my selfe. Where is this straw, my Fellow?The Art of our Necessities is strange,And can make vilde things precious. Come, your Houel;Poore Foole, and Knaue, I haue one part in my heartThat's sorry yet for thee.Foole.
[1670]
He that has and a little‐tyne wit,With heigh‐ho, the Winde and the Raine,Must make content with his Fortunes fit,Though the Raine it raineth euery day.Le.
True Boy: Come bring vs to this Houell.
Exit.Foole.
[1675]
This is a braue night to coole a Curtizan:Ile speake a Prophesie ere I go:When Priests are more in word, then matter;When Brewers marre their Malt with water;When Nobles are their Taylors Tutors,
[1680]
No Heretiques burn'd, but wenches Sutors;When euery Case in Law, is right;No Squire in debt, nor no poore Knight;When Slanders do not liue in Tongues;Nor Cut‐purses come not to throngs;
Scena Secunda.
[Act 3, Scene 2]
Storme still.Enter Lear, and
Foole.
Lear.Blow windes, & crack your cheeks; Rage, blowYou Cataracts, and Hyrricano's spout,
[1600]
Till you haue drench'd our Steeples, drown the Cockes.You Sulph'rous and Thought‐executing Fires,Vaunt‐curriors of Oake‐cleauing
Thunder‐bolts,
Sindge my white head. And thou all‐shaking Thunder,Strike flat the thicke Rotundity o'th'
world,
[1605]
Cracke Natures moulds, all germaines spill at onceThat makes ingratefull Man.Foole.
O Nunkle, Court holy‐water in a dry house, is
better
then this Rain‐water out o'doore. Good Nunkle,
in, aske thy Daughters blessing, here's a night
pitties
[1610]
neither Wisemen, nor Fooles.
Lear.Rumble thy belly full: spit Fire, spowt Raine:Nor Raine, Winde, Thunder, Fire are my Daughters;I taxe not you, you Elements with vnkindnesse.I neuer gaue you Kingdome, call'd you Children;
[1615]
You owe me no subscription. Then let fallYour horrible pleasure. Heere I stand your Slaue,A poore, infirme, weake, and dispis'd old man:But yet I call you Seruile Ministers,That will with two pernicious Daughters ioyne
[1620]
Your high‐engender'd Battailes,
'gainst a head
So old, and white as this. O, ho! 'tis foule.Foole.He that has a house to put's head in, has a goodHead‐peece:The Codpiece that will house, before the head has any;
[1625]
The Head, and he shall Lowse: so Beggers marry many.The man y makes his Toe, what he his Hart shold make,Shall of a Corne cry woe, and turne his sleepe to wake.
For there was neuer yet faire woman, but shee made
mouthes
in a glasse.
Enter Kent.Lear.
[1630]
No, I will be the patterne of all patience,I will say nothing.Kent.
Who's there?
Foole.
Marry here's Grace, and a Codpiece, that's a
Wiseman, and a Foole.
Kent.
[1635]
Alas Sir are you here? Things that loue night,Loue not such nights as these: The wrathfull SkiesGallow the very wanderers of the darkeAnd make them keepe their Caues: Since I was man,Such sheets of Fire, such bursts of horrid Thunder,
[1640]
Such groanes of roaring Winde, and Raine, I neuerRemember to haue heard. Mans Nature cannot carryTh'affliction, nor the feare.Lear.Let the great GoddesThat keepe this dreadfull pudder o're our heads,
[1645]
Finde out their enemies now. Tremble thou Wretch,That hast within thee vndivulged CrimesVnwhipt of Iustice. Hide thee, thou Bloudy hand;Thou Periur'd, and thou Simular of VertueThat art Incestuous. Caytiffe, to peeces shake
[1650]
That vnder couert, and conuenient seemingHa'
practis'd on mans life. Close
pent‐vp guilts,
Riue your concealing Continents, and cryThese dreadfull Summoners grace. I am a man,More sinn'd against, then sinning.Kent.
[1655]
Alacke, bare‐headed?Gracious my Lord, hard by heere is a Houell,Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the
Tempest:
Repose you there, while I to this hard house,(More harder then the stones whereof 'tis
rais'd,
[1660]
Which euen but now, demanding after you,Deny'd me to come in) returne, and forceTheir scanted curtesie.Lear.My wits begin to turne.Come on my boy. How dost my boy? Art cold?
[1665]
I am cold my selfe. Where is this straw, my Fellow?The Art of our Necessities is strange,And can make vilde things precious. Come, your Houel;Poore Foole, and Knaue, I haue one part in my heartThat's sorry yet for thee.Foole.
[1670]
He that has and a little‐tyne wit,With heigh‐ho, the Winde and the Raine,Must make content with his Fortunes fit,Though the Raine it raineth euery day.Le.
True Boy: Come bring vs to this Houell.
Exit.Foole.
[1675]
This is a braue night to coole a Curtizan:Ile speake a Prophesie ere I go:When Priests are more in word, then matter;When Brewers marre their Malt with water;When Nobles are their Taylors Tutors,
[1680]
No Heretiques burn'd, but wenches Sutors;When euery Case in Law, is right;No Squire in debt, nor no poore Knight;When Slanders do not liue in Tongues;Nor Cut‐purses come not to throngs;
[1685]
When Vsurers tell their Gold i'th' Field,And Baudes, and whores, do Churches build,Then shal the Realme of
Albion, come to
great confusion:
Then comes the time, who liues to see't,That going shalbe vs'd with feet.
[1690]
This prophecie
Merlin shall make, for I
liue before his time
Exit.
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<l n="1611">Rumble thy belly full: spit Fire, spowt Raine:</l>
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<l n="1630">No, I will be the patterne of all patience,</l>
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<p n="1632">Who's there?</p>
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<l n="1643">Let the great Goddes</l>
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<l n="1645">Finde out their enemies now. Tremble thou Wretch,</l>
<l n="1646">That hast within thee vndivulged Crimes</l>
<l n="1647">Vnwhipt of Iustice. Hide thee, thou Bloudy hand;</l>
<l n="1648">Thou Periur'd, and thou Simular of Vertue</l>
<l n="1649">That art Incestuous. Caytiffe, to peeces shake</l>
<l n="1650">That vnder couert, and conuenient seeming</l>
<l n="1651">Ha'<gap/>practis'd on mans life. Close pent‐vp guilts,</l>
<l n="1652">Riue your concealing Continents, and cry</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Kent.</speaker>
<l n="1655">Alacke, bare‐headed?</l>
<l n="1656">Gracious my Lord, hard by heere is a Houell,</l>
<l n="1657">Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the Tempest:</l>
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<l n="1659">(More harder then the stones whereof 'tis rais'd,</l>
<l n="1660">Which euen but now, demanding after you,</l>
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<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<l n="1663">My wits begin to turne.</l>
<l n="1664">Come on my boy. How dost my boy? Art cold?</l>
<l n="1665">I am cold my selfe. Where is this straw, my Fellow?</l>
<l n="1666">The Art of our Necessities is strange,</l>
<l n="1667">And can make vilde things precious. Come, your Houel;</l>
<l n="1668">Poore Foole, and Knaue, I haue one part in my heart</l>
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<l n="1670">He that has and a little‐tyne wit,</l>
<l n="1671">With heigh‐ho, the Winde and the Raine,</l>
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<p n="1674">True Boy: Come bring vs to this Houell.</p>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<l n="1675">This is a braue night to coole a Curtizan:</l>
<l n="1676">Ile speake a Prophesie ere I go:</l>
<l n="1677">When Priests are more in word, then matter;</l>
<l n="1678">When Brewers marre their Malt with water;</l>
<l n="1679">When Nobles are their Taylors Tutors,</l>
<l n="1680">No Heretiques burn'd, but wenches Sutors;</l>
<l n="1681">When euery Case in Law, is right;</l>
<l n="1682">No Squire in debt, nor no poore Knight;</l>
<l n="1683">When Slanders do not liue in Tongues;</l>
<l n="1684">Nor Cut‐purses come not to throngs;</l>
<l n="1685">When Vsurers tell their Gold i'th' Field,</l>
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<l n="1686">And Baudes, and whores, do Churches build,</l>
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