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Remember to have heard ; man's nature cannot carry
Let the great gods,
o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipped of justice! Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjured, and thou simular a man of virtue, That art incestuous! Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming, Hast practised on man's life !--Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man More sinned against than sinning. Kent.
Alack, bare-headed ! Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel ; Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest. Repose you there ; while I to this hard house (More hard than is the stone whereof 'tis raised ; Which even but now, demanding after you, Denied me to come in) return, and force Their scanted courtesy. Lear.
My wits begin to turn.--
With a heigh, ho, the wind and the rain,-
For the rain it raineth every day.
1 Thus the folio and one of the quartos; the other quarto reads thundering. 2 1. e. counterfeit
4 Summoners are officers that summon offenders before a proper trivunal.
5 The quartos read, “ That sorrows yet for thee."
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Lear. True, my good boy.--Come, bring us to this
[Exeunt Lear and KENT.
That going shall be used with feet.
SCENE III. A Room in Gloster's Castle.
Enter GLOSTER and EDMUND.
Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, 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 their perpetual displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for him, nor any way sustain him.
Edm. Most savage, and unnatural !
Glo. Go to; say you nothing. There is division between the dukes; and a worse matter than that. 1 have received a letter this night ;-'tis dangerous to be spoken.--I have locked the letter in my closet.
1 This speech is not in the quartos.
2 These lines are taken from what is commonly called Chaucer's Prophecy; but which is much older than his time in its original form, See the Works of Chaucer, in Whittingham's edit. vol. v. p. 179.
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injuries the king now bears will be revenged at home; there is part of a power already footed:1 we must incline to the king. I will seek 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 it, as no less is threatened me, the king my old master must be relieved. There is some strange thing toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful.
[Exit. Edm. 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.
SCENE IV. A Part of the Heath, with a Hovel.
Enter LEAR, KENT, and Fool.
The tyranny of the open night's too rough
[Storm still. Lear.
Let me alone.
Wilt break my heart?
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 raging sea, Thou’dst meet the bear i’ the mouth. When the
mind's free, The body's delicate ; the tempest in my mind
1 The quartos read landed.
Doth from my senses take all feeling else,
Good my lord, enter here.
[Fool goes in.
[The Fool runs out from the hovel. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help me, help me!
Kent. Give me thy hand.Who's there?
1 This line is omitted in the quartos.
4 This speech of Edgar's is omitted in the quartos.--He gives the sign used by those who are sounding the depth at sea.
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به بعدجمعه عشنبه سیدحيهعبععهههعععهعهرهم سعد محسنعاملعنه نعلجيشبعها نوعی هنر همچنان ادامه بده ، بايد عمل عيد ميناتوجه به حد خیال افسانه چند ساعت هاته عامتها
Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i’ the
straw? Come forth.
Enter EDGAR, disguised as a madman.
Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters ?
Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom ? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, over 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.--0, 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, and there again, and there.
[Storm continues. Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to this
Couldst thou save nothing? Did'st thou give them all ?
Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all ashamed.
Lear. Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air
Kent. He hath no daughters, sir.
To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters.
1 It has been before observed, that the wits seem to have been reckoned five by analogy to the five senses. 2 To take is to blast, or strike with malignant influence.
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