THE TRAGEDY OF KING LEAR 1606 by William Shakespeare ACT I.Scene I.[King Lear's Palace.] Lear.Meantime we shall express our darker purpose Give me the map there.Know we have divided In three our kingdom;and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age Conferring them on younger strengths while we Unburthen'd crawl toward death.Our son of Cornwall, And you,our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters'several dowers,that future strife May be prevented now.The princes,France and Burgundy, Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, And here are to be answer'd.Tell me,my daughters (Since now we will divest us both of rule, Interest of territory,cares of state), Which of you shall we say doth love us most? That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge.Goneril, Our eldest-born,speak first. Gon.Sir,I love you more than words can wield the matter; Dearer than eyesight,space,and liberty; Beyond what can be valued,rich or rare; No less than life,with grace,health,beauty,honour; As much as child e'er lov'd,or father found; A love that makes breath poor,and speech unable. Beyond all manner of so much I love you. Cor.[aside]What shall Cordelia speak?Love,and be silent. Lear.Of all these bounds,even from this line to this, With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd, With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads, We make thee lady.To thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual.-What says our second daughter, Our dearest Regan,wife to Cornwall?Speak. Reg.Sir,I am made Of the selfsame metal that my sister is. And prize me at her worth.In my true heart I find she names my very deed of love; Only she comes too short,that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys Which the most precious square of sense possesses, And find I am alone felicitate In your dear Highness'love. Cor.[aside]Then poor Cordelia! And yet not so;since I am sure my love's More richer than my tongue. Lear.To thee and thine hereditary ever Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom
THE TRAGEDY OF KING LEAR 1606 by William Shakespeare ACT I. Scene I. [King Lear's Palace.] Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. Give me the map there. Know we have divided In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths while we Unburthen'd crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy, Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, And here are to be answer'd. Tell me, my daughters (Since now we will divest us both of rule, Interest of territory, cares of state), Which of you shall we say doth love us most? That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge. Goneril, Our eldest-born, speak first. Gon. Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty; Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare; No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour; As much as child e'er lov'd, or father found; A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable. Beyond all manner of so much I love you. Cor. [aside] What shall Cordelia speak? Love, and be silent. Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd, With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads, We make thee lady. To thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual.- What says our second daughter, Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak. Reg. Sir, I am made Of the selfsame metal that my sister is, And prize me at her worth. In my true heart I find she names my very deed of love; Only she comes too short, that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys Which the most precious square of sense possesses, And find I am alone felicitate In your dear Highness' love. Cor. [aside] Then poor Cordelia! And yet not so; since I am sure my love's More richer than my tongue. Lear. To thee and thine hereditary ever Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom
No less in space,validity,and pleasure Than that conferr'd on Goneril.-Now,our joy, Although the last,not least;to whose young love The vines of France and milk of Burgundy Strive to be interest;what can you say to draw A third more opulent than your sisters?Speak. Cor.Nothing,my lord. Lear.Nothing? Cor.Nothing Lear.Nothing can come of nothing.Speak again Cor.Unhappy that I am,I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.I love your Majesty According to my bond;no more nor less. Lear.How,how,Cordelia?Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Cor.Good my lord, You have begot me,bred me,lov'd me;I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you,love you,and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands,if they say They love you all?Haply,when I shall wed. That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him,half my care and duty Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all. Lear.But goes thy heart with this? Cor.Ay,good my lord. Lear.So young,and so untender? Cor.So young,my lord,and true. Lear.Let it be so!thy truth then be thy dower! For,by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate and the night; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist and cease to be; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee from this for ever.The barbarous Scythian, Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite,shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd,pitied,and reliev'd, As thou my sometime daughter. Kent.Good my liege- Lear.Peace,Kent! Come not between the dragon and his wrath. I lov'd her most,and thought to set my rest On her kind nursery.-Hence and avoid my sight!- So be my grave my peace as here I give Her father's heart from her!Call France!Who stirs? Call Burgundy!Cornwall and Albany
No less in space, validity, and pleasure Than that conferr'd on Goneril.- Now, our joy, Although the last, not least; to whose young love The vines of France and milk of Burgundy Strive to be interest; what can you say to draw A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak. Cor. Nothing, my lord. Lear. Nothing? Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again. Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty According to my bond; no more nor less. Lear. How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Cor. Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all. Lear. But goes thy heart with this? Cor. Ay, good my lord. Lear. So young, and so untender? Cor. So young, my lord, and true. Lear. Let it be so! thy truth then be thy dower! For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate and the night; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist and cease to be; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee from this for ever. The barbarous Scythian, Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd, As thou my sometime daughter. Kent. Good my liege- Lear. Peace, Kent! Come not between the dragon and his wrath. I lov'd her most, and thought to set my rest On her kind nursery.- Hence and avoid my sight!- So be my grave my peace as here I give Her father's heart from her! Call France! Who stirs? Call Burgundy! Cornwall and Albany
With my two daughters'dowers digest this third; Let pride,which she calls plainness,marry her. I do invest you jointly in my power, Preeminence,and all the large effects That troop with majesty.Ourself,by monthly course, With reservation of an hundred knights, By you to be sustain'd,shall our abode Make with you by due turns.Only we still retain The name,and all th'additions to a king.The sway, Revenue,execution of the rest, Beloved sons,be yours;which to confirm, This coronet part betwixt you. Kent.Royal Lear, Whom I have ever honour'd as my king, Lov'd as my father,as my master follow'd, As my great patron thought on in my prayers- Lear.The bow is bent and drawn;make from the shaft. Kent.Let it fall rather,though the fork invade The region of my heart!Be Kent unmannerly When Lear is mad.What wouldst thou do,old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows?To plainness honour's bound When majesty falls to folly.Reverse thy doom; And in thy best consideration check This hideous rashness.Answer my life my judgment, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least, Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound Reverbs no hollowness. Lear.Kent,on thy life,no more! Kent.My life I never held but as a pawn To wage against thine enemies;nor fear to lose it, Thy safety being the motive. Lear.Out of my sight! Kent.See better,Lear,and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye. Lear.Now by Apollo- Kent.Now by Apollo,King, Thou swear'st thy gods in vain Lear.O vassal!miscreant! [Lays his hand on his sword.] Alb.,Corn.Dear sir,forbear! Kent.Do! Kill thy physician,and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease.Revoke thy gift, Or,whilst I can vent clamour from my throat, I'll tell thee thou dost evil. Lear.Hear me,recreant! On thine allegiance,hear me! Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow- Which we durst never yet-and with strain'd pride
With my two daughters' dowers digest this third; Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her. I do invest you jointly in my power, Preeminence, and all the large effects That troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly course, With reservation of an hundred knights, By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode Make with you by due turns. Only we still retain The name, and all th' additions to a king. The sway, Revenue, execution of the rest, Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm, This coronet part betwixt you. Kent. Royal Lear, Whom I have ever honour'd as my king, Lov'd as my father, as my master follow'd, As my great patron thought on in my prayers- Lear. The bow is bent and drawn; make from the shaft. Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade The region of my heart! Be Kent unmannerly When Lear is mad. What wouldst thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound When majesty falls to folly. Reverse thy doom; And in thy best consideration check This hideous rashness. Answer my life my judgment, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least, Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound Reverbs no hollowness. Lear. Kent, on thy life, no more! Kent. My life I never held but as a pawn To wage against thine enemies; nor fear to lose it, Thy safety being the motive. Lear. Out of my sight! Kent. See better, Lear, and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye. Lear. Now by Apollo- Kent. Now by Apollo, King, Thou swear'st thy gods in vain. Lear. O vassal! miscreant! [Lays his hand on his sword.] Alb., Corn. Dear sir, forbear! Kent. Do! Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift, Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat, I'll tell thee thou dost evil. Lear. Hear me, recreant! On thine allegiance, hear me! Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow- Which we durst never yet- and with strain'd pride
To come between our sentence and our power,- Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,- Our potency made good,take thy reward. Five days we do allot thee for provision To shield thee from diseases of the world. And on the sixth to turn thy hated back Upon our kingdom.If,on the tenth day following, Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions, The moment is thy death.Away!By Jupiter, This shall not be revok'd. Kent.Fare thee well,King.Since thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence,and banishment is here. [To Cordelia]The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, That justly think'st and hast most rightly said! [To Regan and Goneril]And your large speeches may your deeds approve, That good effects may spring from words of love. Thus Kent,O princes,bids you all adieu; He'll shape his old course in a country new. Exit. Flourish.Enter Gloucester,with France and Burgundy;Attendants. Glou.Here's France and Burgundy,my noble lord Lear.My Lord of Burgundy, We first address toward you,who with this king Hath rivall'd for our daughter.What in the least Will you require in present dower with her, Or cease your quest of love? Bur.Most royal Majesty, I crave no more than hath your Highness offer'd, Nor will you tender less. Lear.Right noble Burgundy, When she was dear to us,we did hold her so; But now her price is fall'n.Sir,there she stands. If aught within that little seeming substance, Or all of it,with our displeasure piec'd, And nothing more,may fitly like your Grace, She's there,and she is yours Bur.I know no answer. Lear.Will you,with those infirmities she owes, Unfriended,new adopted to our hate, Dow'r'd with our curse,and stranger'd with our oath, Take her,or leave her? Bur.Pardon me,royal sir. Election makes not up on such conditions. Lear.Then leave her,sir;for,by the pow'r that made me, I tell you all her wealth.[To France]For you,great King, I would not from your love make such a stray To match you where I hate;therefore beseech you T avert your liking a more worthier way Than on a wretch whom nature is asham'd
To come between our sentence and our power,- Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,- Our potency made good, take thy reward. Five days we do allot thee for provision To shield thee from diseases of the world, And on the sixth to turn thy hated back Upon our kingdom. If, on the tenth day following, Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions, The moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter, This shall not be revok'd. Kent. Fare thee well, King. Since thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here. [To Cordelia] The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, That justly think'st and hast most rightly said! [To Regan and Goneril] And your large speeches may your deeds approve, That good effects may spring from words of love. Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu; He'll shape his old course in a country new. Exit. Flourish. Enter Gloucester, with France and Burgundy; Attendants. Glou. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord. Lear. My Lord of Burgundy, We first address toward you, who with this king Hath rivall'd for our daughter. What in the least Will you require in present dower with her, Or cease your quest of love? Bur. Most royal Majesty, I crave no more than hath your Highness offer'd, Nor will you tender less. Lear. Right noble Burgundy, When she was dear to us, we did hold her so; But now her price is fall'n. Sir, there she stands. If aught within that little seeming substance, Or all of it, with our displeasure piec'd, And nothing more, may fitly like your Grace, She's there, and she is yours. Bur. I know no answer. Lear. Will you, with those infirmities she owes, Unfriended, new adopted to our hate, Dow'r'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath, Take her, or leave her? Bur. Pardon me, royal sir. Election makes not up on such conditions. Lear. Then leave her, sir; for, by the pow'r that made me, I tell you all her wealth. [To France] For you, great King, I would not from your love make such a stray To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you T' avert your liking a more worthier way Than on a wretch whom nature is asham'd
Almost t'acknowledge hers. France.This is most strange, That she that even but now was your best object, The argument of your praise,balm of your age, Most best,most dearest,should in this trice of time Commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle So many folds of favour.Sure her offence Must be of such unnatural degree That monsters it,or your fore-vouch'd affection Fall'n into taint;which to believe of her Must be a faith that reason without miracle Should never plant in me. Cor.I yet beseech your Majesty, If for I want that glib and oily art To speak and purpose not,since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak-that you make known It is no vicious blot,murther,or foulness, No unchaste action or dishonoured step, That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer- A still-soliciting eye,and such a tongue As I am glad I have not,though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking. Lear.Better thou Hadst not been born than not t'have pleas'd me better. France.Is it but this-a tardiness in nature Which often leaves the history unspoke That it intends to do?My Lord of Burgundy, What say you to the lady?Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stands Aloof from th'entire point.Will you have her? She is herself a dowry. Bur.Royal Lear, Give but that portion which yourself propos'd, And here I take Cordelia by the hand, Duchess of Burgundy. Lear.Nothing!I have sworn;I am firm. Bur.I am sorry then you have so lost a father That you must lose a husband. Cor.Peace be with Burgundy! Since that respects of fortune are his love, I shall not be his wife. France.Fairest Cordelia,that art most rich,being poor; Most choice,forsaken;and most lov'd,despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods,gods!'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflam'd respect. Thy dow'rless daughter,King,thrown to my chance, Is queen of us,of ours,and our fair France
Almost t' acknowledge hers. France. This is most strange, That she that even but now was your best object, The argument of your praise, balm of your age, Most best, most dearest, should in this trice of time Commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle So many folds of favour. Sure her offence Must be of such unnatural degree That monsters it, or your fore-vouch'd affection Fall'n into taint; which to believe of her Must be a faith that reason without miracle Should never plant in me. Cor. I yet beseech your Majesty, If for I want that glib and oily art To speak and purpose not, since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak- that you make known It is no vicious blot, murther, or foulness, No unchaste action or dishonoured step, That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer- A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking. Lear. Better thou Hadst not been born than not t' have pleas'd me better. France. Is it but this- a tardiness in nature Which often leaves the history unspoke That it intends to do? My Lord of Burgundy, What say you to the lady? Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stands Aloof from th' entire point. Will you have her? She is herself a dowry. Bur. Royal Lear, Give but that portion which yourself propos'd, And here I take Cordelia by the hand, Duchess of Burgundy. Lear. Nothing! I have sworn; I am firm. Bur. I am sorry then you have so lost a father That you must lose a husband. Cor. Peace be with Burgundy! Since that respects of fortune are his love, I shall not be his wife. France. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflam'd respect. Thy dow'rless daughter, King, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France
Not all the dukes in wat'rish Burgundy Can buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me. Bid them farewell,Cordelia,though unkind. Thou losest here,a better where to find. Lear.Thou hast her,France;let her be thine;for we Have no such daughter,nor shall ever see That face of hers again.Therefore be gone Without our grace,our love,our benison. Come,noble Burgundy. Flourish.Exeunt Lear,Burgundy,[Cornwall,Albany,Gloucester,and Attendants]. France.Bid farewell to your sisters. Cor.The jewels of our father,with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you.I know you what you are; And,like a sister,am most loath to call Your faults as they are nam'd.Use well our father To your professed bosoms I commit him; But yet,alas,stood I within his grace, I would prefer him to a better place! So farewell to you both Gon.Prescribe not us our duties. Reg.Let your study Be to content your lord,who hath receiv'd you At fortune's alms.You have obedience scanted, And well are worth the want that you have wanted Cor.Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides. Who cover faults,at last shame them derides. Well may you prosper! France.Come,my fair Cordelia. Exeunt France and Cordelia. Gon.Sister,it is not little I have to say of what most nearly appertains to us both.I think our father will hence to-night. Reg.That's most certain,and with you;next month with us. Gon.You see how full of changes his age is.The observation we have made of it hath not been little.He always lov'd our sister most,and with what poor judgment he hath now cast her off appears too grossly. Reg.'Tis the infirmity of his age;yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself. Gon.The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash;then must we look to receive from his age,not alone the imperfections of long-ingraffed condition,but therewithal the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with them. Reg.Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him as this of Kent's banishment. Gon.There is further compliment of leave-taking between France and him.Pray you let's hit together.If our father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears,this last surrender of his
Not all the dukes in wat'rish Burgundy Can buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me. Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind. Thou losest here, a better where to find. Lear. Thou hast her, France; let her be thine; for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again. Therefore be gone Without our grace, our love, our benison. Come, noble Burgundy. Flourish. Exeunt Lear, Burgundy, [Cornwall, Albany, Gloucester, and Attendants]. France. Bid farewell to your sisters. Cor. The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you. I know you what you are; And, like a sister, am most loath to call Your faults as they are nam'd. Use well our father. To your professed bosoms I commit him; But yet, alas, stood I within his grace, I would prefer him to a better place! So farewell to you both. Gon. Prescribe not us our duties. Reg. Let your study Be to content your lord, who hath receiv'd you At fortune's alms. You have obedience scanted, And well are worth the want that you have wanted. Cor. Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides. Who cover faults, at last shame them derides. Well may you prosper! France. Come, my fair Cordelia. Exeunt France and Cordelia. Gon. Sister, it is not little I have to say of what most nearly appertains to us both. I think our father will hence to-night. Reg. That's most certain, and with you; next month with us. Gon. You see how full of changes his age is. The observation we have made of it hath not been little. He always lov'd our sister most, and with what poor judgment he hath now cast her off appears too grossly. Reg. 'Tis the infirmity of his age; yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself. Gon. The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash; then must we look to receive from his age, not alone the imperfections of long-ingraffed condition, but therewithal the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with them. Reg. Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him as this of Kent's banishment. Gon. There is further compliment of leave-taking between France and him. Pray you let's hit together. If our father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his
will but offend us. Reg.We shall further think on't. Gon.We must do something,and i'th'heat Exeunt. Act III Scene II.Another part of the heath. Storm still.Enter Lear and Fool. Lear.Blow,winds,and crack your cheeks!rage!blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes,spout Till you have drench'd our steeples,drown'd the cocks! You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to 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 germains spill at once, That makes 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!Here's a night pities nether 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,call'd you children, You owe me no subscription.Then let fall Your horrible pleasure.Here I stand your slave, A poor,infirm,weak,and despis'd old man. But yet I call you servile ministers, That will with two pernicious daughters join Your high-engender'd battles'gainst a head So old and white as this！O！O！"tis foul! Fool.He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece. Enter Kent. 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;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 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 o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.Tremble,thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipp'd of justice.Hide thee,thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd,and thou simular man of virtue
will but offend us. Reg. We shall further think on't. Gon. We must do something, and i' th' heat. Exeunt. Act III Scene II. Another part of the heath. Storm still. Enter Lear and Fool. Lear. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to 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 germains spill at once, That makes 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! Here's a night pities nether 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, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. But yet I call you servile ministers, That will with two pernicious daughters join Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this! O! O! 'tis foul! Fool. He that has a house to put 's head in has a good head-piece. …… Enter Kent. 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; 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 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 o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipp'd of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue
That art incestuous.Caitiff,in pieces shake That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life.Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents,and cry These dreadful summoners grace.I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning. Kent.Alack,bareheaded? Gracious my lord,hard by here is a hovel: Some friendship will it lend you'gainst the tempest. Repose you there,whilst I to this hard house (More harder than the stones whereof'tis rais'd, 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 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 That's sorry yet for thee. Fool.[sings] He that has and a little tiny wit- With hey,ho,the wind and the rain- Must make content with his fortunes fit. For the rain it raineth every day. Lear.True,my good boy.Come,bring us to this hovel. Exeunt [Lear and Kent]
That art incestuous. Caitiff, in pieces shake That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life. Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning. Kent. Alack, bareheaded? Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest. Repose you there, whilst I to this hard house (More harder than the stones whereof 'tis rais'd, 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 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 That's sorry yet for thee. Fool. [sings] He that has and a little tiny wit- With hey, ho, the wind and the rain- Must make content with his fortunes fit, For the rain it raineth every day. Lear. True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this hovel. Exeunt [Lear and Kent]