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This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time.
Exit
3.3
Enter the Duke of Gloucester and Edmond
 
GLOUCESTER Alack, alack, Edmond, I like not this unnatural dealing. When I desired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the use of mine own house, charged me on pain of perpetual displeasure neither to speak of him, entreat for him, or any way sustain him.
EDMOND 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 have locked the letter in my closet. These injuries the King now bears will be revenged home. There is 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 am ill and gone to bed. If I die for’t—as no less is threatened me—the King my old master must be relieved. There is strange things toward, Edmond; pray you be careful. Exit
EDMOND
This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the Duke
Instantly know, and of that letter too.
This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me
That which my father loses: no less than all.
The younger rises when the old doth fall. Exit
3.4
Enter King Lear, the Earl of Kent disguised, and Lear’s Fool
 
KENT
Here is the place, my lord. Good my lord, enter.
The tyranny of the open night’s too rough
For nature to endure.
Storm still
 
LEAR 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 think‘st ’tis much that this contentious storm
Invades us to the skin. So ‘tis to thee;
But where the greater malady is fixed,
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou’dst shun a bear,
But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea
Thou‘dst meet the bear i’th’ mouth. When the mind’s
free,
The body’s delicate. This 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 to’t? But I will punish home.
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
Prithee, go in thyself. Seek thine own ease.
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more; but I’ll go in.
(To Fool) In, boy; go first. ⌈
Kneeling
⌉ You houseless
poverty—
Nay, get thee in. I’ll pray, and then I’ll sleep.
Exit Fool
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe‘er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta’en
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.
Enter Lear’s Fool,
⌈
and Edgar as a Bedlam beggar in the hovel
⌉
 
EDGAR
Fathom and half! Fathom and half! Poor Tom!
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 Tom.
KENT
What art thou that dost grumble there i’th’ straw?
Come forth.
⌈
Edgar comes forth
⌉
 
EDGAR
Away, the foul fiend follows me.
Thorough the sharp hawthorn blow the winds. Hm!
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 and whirlpool, o’er 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! O, 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 again, and there.
Storm still
 
LEAR
Has his daughters brought him to this pass?
(
To Edgar
) Couldst thou save nothing? Wouldst thou
give ’em all?
FOOL Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all shamed.
LEAR (
to Edgar
)
Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air
Hang fated o’er men’s faults light on thy daughters!
KENT He hath no daughters, sir.
LEAR
Death, traitor! Nothing could have subdued nature
To such a lowness but his unkind daughters.
(
To Edgar
) Is it the fashion that discarded fathers
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
Judicious punishment: ’twas 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 words’ justice; 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?
EDGAR A servingman, 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 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 woman. 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, nonny. Dauphin, my boy! Boy, cessez; let him trot by.
Storm still
 
LEAR Thou wert better in a 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’s three on ’s 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.
Enter the Duke of Gloucester with a torch
 
FOOL Prithee, nuncle, be contented. ’Tis a naughty night to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher’s heart—a small spark, all the rest on ’s body cold. Look, here comes a walking fire.
EDGAR This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet. He begins at curfew 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. ⌈
Sings
⌉
Swithin footed thrice the wold,
A met the night mare and her nine foal,
Bid her alight
And her troth plight,
And aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!
 
KENT (
to Lear
)
How fares your grace?
LEAR What’s he?
KENT (
to Gloucester
) Who’s there? What is’t you seek?
GLOUCESTER What are you there? Your names?
EDGAR Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cowdung for salads, swallows the old rat 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 Tom’s food for seven long year.
 
Beware my follower. Peace, Smulkin; peace, thou fiend!
GLOUCESTER (
to Lear
)
What, hath your grace no better company?
EDGAR
The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman.
Modo he’s called, and Mahu.
GLOUCESTER (
to Lear
)
Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so vile
That it doth hate what gets it.
EDGAR Poor Tom’s a-cold.
GLOUCESTER (
to Lear
)
Go in with me. My duty cannot suffer
T’obey 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 ventured to come seek you out
And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
LEAR
First let me talk with this philosopher.
(
To Edgar
) What is the cause of thunder?
KENT
Good my lord, take his offer; go into th’ house.
LEAR
I’ll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
(
To Edgar
) What is your study?
EDGAR
How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin.
LEAR
Let me ask you one word in private.
They converse apart
 
KENT (
to Gloucester
)
Importune him once more to go, my lord.
His wits begin t’unsettle.
GLOUCESTER
Canst thou blame him?
Storm still
 
His daughters seek his death. Ah, that good Kent,
He said it would be thus, poor banished man!
Thou sayst the King grows mad; I’ll tell thee, friend,
I am almost mad myself. I had a son,
Now outlawed from my blood; a sought my life
But lately, very late. I loved him, friend;
No father his son dearer. True to tell thee,
The grief hath crazed my wits. What a night’s this!
(
To Lear
) I do beseech your grace—
LEAR
O, cry you mercy, sir!
(
To Edgar
) Noble philosopher, your company.
EDGAR
Tom’s a-cold.
GLOUCESTER
In, fellow, there in t’hovel; keep thee warm.
LEAR
Come, let’s in all.
KENT
This way, my lord.
LEAR With him!
I will keep still with my philosopher.
KENT (
to Gloucester
)
Good my lord, soothe him; let him take the fellow.
GLOUCESTER Take him you on.
KENT ⌈
to Edgar
⌉
Sirrah, come on. Go along with us.
LEAR (
to Edgar
)
Come, good Athenian.
GLOUCESTER
No words, no words. Hush.
EDGAR
Child Roland to the dark tower came,
His word was still ‘Fie, fo, and fum;
I smell the blood of a British man.’
Exeunt
3.5
Enter the Duke of Cornwall and Edmond
 
CORNWALL I will have my revenge ere I depart his house.
EDMOND How, my lord, I may be censured, that nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears me to think of.

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