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Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one
house, Should many people, under two commands, Hold amity ? 'Tis hard; almost impossible. Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive at
tendance From those that she calls servants, or from mine?
Reg. Why not, my lord ? If then they chanc'd to
We could control them: If you will come to me,
Lear. I gave you all
And in good time you gave it.
Reg. And speak it again, my lord; no more with
Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well-fa
vour'd, When others are more wicked; not being the worst, Stands in some rank of praise :-I'll go with thee;
[To GONERIL. Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty, And thou art twice her love. Gon.
Hear me, my lord ; What need you five and twenty, ten, or five, To follow in a house, where twice so many Have a command to tend you ?
SCENE I. A Heath.
A Storm is heard, with Thunder and Lightning.
Enter Kent, and a Gentleman, meeting. Kent. Who's here, beside foul weather? Gent. One minded like the weather, most un.
quietly. Kent. I know you; Where's the king ?
Gent. Contending with the fretful element: Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters ’bove the main, That things might change, or cease: tears his white
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
But who is with him ?
Sir, I do know you ; And dare, upon the warrant of my art, +
3 Whose dugs are drawn dry by it's young. Which teaches us “ to find the mind's construction in the
Commend a dear thing to you. There is division,
dare build so far
Gent. I will talk further with you.
No, do not.
and take What it contains : If you shall see Cordelia, (As fear not but you shall, show her this ring; S Snuffs are dislikes, and packings underhand contrivances.
If on my
your fellow 7 is
And she will tell
who That yet you do not know. Fye 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.
Another Part of the Heath.
Enter LEAR and Fool.
Lear. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks ! rage!
blow ! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the
Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water' in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o'door. Good nuncle,
7 Companion. 8 Quick as thought. 9 Avant couriers, French.
1 A proverbial phrase for fair words.
in, and ask thy daughter's blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools.
Lear. 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; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm; weak, and despis'd old man :But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles, 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul !
Fool. He that has a house to put his head in, has a good head-piece.
The cod-piece that will house,
Before the head has any,
So beggars marry many.
IVhat he his heart should make,
And turn his sleep to wake. --for there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths in a glass.
Enter Kent. Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience, I will say nothing.
Kent, Who's there?