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- KING LEAR [THE FOLIO TEXT]
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- Act 3 Scene 2
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- (Storm still. Enter King Lear and his Fool)
- l1l Lear Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow,
- l2l You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
- l3l Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!
- l4l You sulphÆrous and thought-executing fires,
- l5l Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
- l6l Singe my white head; and thou all-shaking thunder,
- l7l Strike flat the thick rotundity oÆ thÆ world,
- l8l Crack natureÆs moulds, all germens spill at once
- l9l That makes ingrateful man.
- l10l Fool O nuncle, court holy water in a dry house is better
- l11l than this rain-water out oÆ door. Good nuncle, in, ask
- l12l thy daughters blessing. HereÆs a night pities neither
- l13l wise men nor fools.
- l14l Lear Rumble thy bellyful; spit, fire; spout, rain.
- l15l Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.
- l16l I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.
- l17l I never gave you kingdom, called you children.
- l18l You owe me no subscription. Then let fall
- l19l Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave,
- l20l A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man,
- l21l But yet I call you servile ministers,
- l22l That will with two pernicious daughters join
- l23l Your high-engendered battles Ægainst a head
- l24l So old and white as this. O, ho, Ætis foul!
- l25l Fool He that has a house to put Æs head in has a good
- l26l head-piece.
- l27l (Sings) The codpiece that will house
- l28l Before the head has any,
- l29l The head and he shall louse,
- l30l So beggars marry many.
- l31l The man that makes his toe
- l32l What he his heart should make
- l33l Shall of a corn cry woe,
- l34l And turn his sleep to wakeù
- l35l for there was never yet fair woman but she made
- l36l mouths in a glass.
- (Enter the Earl of Kent disguised)
- l37l Lear No, I will be the pattern of all patience.
- l38l I will say nothing.
- l39l Kent WhoÆs there?
- l40l Fool Marry, hereÆs grace and a codpieceùthatÆs a wise
- l41l man and a fool.
- l42l Kent (to Lear) Alas, sir, are you here? Things that love night
- l43l Love not such nights as these. The wrathful skies
- l44l Gallow the very wanderers of the dark
- l45l And make them keep their caves. Since I was man
- l46l Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
- l47l Such groans of roaring wind and rain I never
- l48l Remember to have heard. ManÆs nature cannot carry
- l49l ThÆ affliction nor the fear.
- Lear Let the great gods,
- l50l That keep this dreadful pother oÆer our heads,
- l51l Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch
- l52l That hast within thee undivulgΦd crimes
- l53l Unwhipped of justice; hide thee, thou bloody hand,
- l54l Thou perjured and thou simular of virtue
- l55l That art incestuous; caitiff, to pieces shake,
- l56l That under covert and convenient seeming
- l57l Has practised on manÆs life; close pent-up guilts,
- l58l Rive your concealing continents and cry
- l59l These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man
- l60l More sinned against than sinning.
- Kent Alack, bare-headed?
- l61l Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel.
- l62l Some friendship will it lend you Ægainst the tempest.
- l63l Repose you there while I to this hard houseù
- l64l More harder than the stones whereof Ætis raised,
- l65l Which even but now, demanding after you,
- l66l Denied me to come inùreturn and force
- l67l Their scanted courtesy.
- Lear My wits begin to turn.
- l68l (To Fool) Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art
- cold?
- l69l I am cold myself.ùWhere is this straw, my fellow?
- l70l The art of our necessities is strange,
- l71l And can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.ù
- l72l Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
- l73l ThatÆs sorry yet for thee.
- l74l Fool (Sings) He that has and a little tiny wit,
- l75l With heigh-ho, the wind and the rain,
- l76l Must make content with his fortunes fit,
- l77l Though the rain it raineth every day.
- l78l Lear True, boy. (To Kent) Come, bring us to this hovel.
- (Exeunt Lear and Kent)
- l79l Fool This is a brave night to cool a courtesan. IÆll speak
- l80l a prophecy ere I go:
- l81l When priests are more in word than matter;
- l82l When brewers mar their malt with water;
- l83l When nobles are their tailorsÆ tutors,
- l84l No heretics burned, but wenchesÆ suitors,
- l85l Then shall the realm of Albion
- l86l Come to great confusion.
- l87l When every case in law is right;
- l88l No squire in debt nor no poor knight;
- l89l When slanders do not live in tongues,
- l90l Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;
- l91l When usurers tell their gold iÆ thÆ field,
- l92l And bawds and whores do churches build,
- l93l Then comes the time, who lives to see Æt,
- l94l That going shall be used with feet.
- l95l This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his
- l96l time.
- (Exit)
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