Gent. One minded like the weather, most un quietly. Kent. I know you; where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful element; Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear1 would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, Kent. Gent. None but the fool; His heart-struck injuries. Kent. But who is with him? who labours to out-jest Sir, I do know you; And dare, upon the warrant of my art,2 With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall; (1) Whose dugs are drawn dry by its young. Which teaches us to find the mind's construction in the face.' (3) Snuffs are dislikes, and packings, underhand contrivances. (4) Samples. [But, true it is, from France there comes a power To make your speed to Dover, you shall find I am a gentleman of blood and breeding; Gent. 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 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. Gent. 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 (in which your pain That way; I'll this;) he that first lights on him, Holla the other. [Exeunt severally. SCENE II-Another part of the heath. Storm Enter Lear and Fool. continues. Lear. Blow, wind, and crack your blow! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout cheeks! rage! Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! (1) Companion. You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Strike flat the thick rotundity o'the world! Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water3 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 men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy belly full! Spit, fire! spout, Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : That have with two pernicious daughters join'd The cod-piece that will house, The man that makes his toe What he his heart should make, Shall of a corn cry wo, And turn his sleep to wake. -for there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths in a glass. (1) Quick as thought. (2) Avant couriers, French, (3) A proverbial phrase for fair words. (4) Obedience. 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 cod-piece; 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 The affliction, nor the fear. Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother2 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; Kent. (1) Scare or frighten. (2) Blustering noise. (3) Counterfeit. (4) Appearance. (5) Favour. (6) Inquiring. 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. He that has a little tiny wit, With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain,- Lear. True, my good boy.-Come, bring us to this hovel. [Exeunt 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; Come to great confusion. Then comes the time, who lives to see't, This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time. [Exit. SCENE III-A room in Gloster's castle. Enter Gloster and Edmund. Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this un (1) Part of the Clown's song in Twelfth Night. |