(Enter KING LEAR and Fool)
KING LEARBlow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man
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 neither wise man nor fool.
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 despised old man:
But yet I call you servile ministers,
That have with two pernicious
Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head
So old and white
as this. O! O! 'tis foul!
He that has a house to put's head in has a good
that will house
Before the head has any,
The head and he shall 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.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience;
I will say nothing
Marry, here's grace and a cod-piece; that's a wise
man and a fool.
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
nor the fear.
Let the great gods,
That keep this dreadful pother
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 perjured, and thou simular man of virtue
That art incestuous: caitliff
, to pieces shake,
That under covert and convenient seeming
Hast practised on man's life: close pent-up guilt
Rive your concealing continents, and cry
These dreadful summoners grace
. I am a man
More sinn'd against than sinning
Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
will it lend you 'gainst the tempest: Repose
you there; while I to this hard house--
More harder than the stones whereof 'tis raised;
Which even but now, demanding after you,
Denied me to come in--return, and force
Their scanted courtesy.
KING LEARMy 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,
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
That's sorry yet for thee.
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 rain
eth every day.
True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this hovel.
(Exeunt KING LEAR and KENT)Fool
This is a brave night to cool a courtezan
I'll speak a prophecy ere I go:
When priests are more in word than matter;
When brewers mar
When nobles are their tailor
No heretics burn'd, 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 cutpurses 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 the time, who lives to see't,
That going shall be used with feet.
This prophecy Merlin
shall make; for I live before his time.
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