1745And Baudes, and whores, do Churches build,

1746Then shal the Realme of Albion, come to great confusion:

1747Then comes the time, who liues to see't,

1748That going shal be vs'd with feet.

1749This prophecie Merlin shall make, for I liue before his (time.

1753Glo. Alacke, alacke Edmund, I like not this vnnaturall

1754dealing; when I desired their leaue that I might pity him,

1755they tooke from me the vse of mine owne house, charg'd

1756me on paine of perpetuall displeasure, neither to speake

1757of him, entreat for him, or any way sustaine him.

1758Bast. Most sauage and vnnaturall.

1759Glo. Go too; say you nothing. There is diuision be-

1760tweene the Dukes, and a worsse matter then that: I haue

1761receiued a Letter this night, 'tis dangerous to be spoken,

1762I haue lock'd the Letter in my Closset, these iniuries the

1763King now beares, will be reuenged home; ther is part of

1764a Power already footed, we must incline to the King, I

1765will looke him, and priuily relieue him; goe you and

1766maintaine talke with the Duke, that my charity be not of

1767him perceiued; If he aske for me, I am ill, and gone to

1768bed, if I die for it, (as no lesse is threatned me) the King

1769my old Master must be relieued. There is strange things

1770toward Edmund, pray you be carefull. Exit.

1771Bast. This Curtesie forbid thee, shall the Duke

1772Instantly know, and of that Letter too;

1773This seemes a faire deseruing, and must draw me

1774That which my Father looses: no lesse then all,

1775The yonger rises, when the old doth fall. Exit.

1778Kent. Here is the place my Lord, good my Lord enter,

1779The tirrany of the open night's too rough

1780For Nature to endure. Storme still

1781Lear. Let me alone.

1782Kent. Good my Lord enter heere.

1783Lear. Wilt breake my heart?

1784Kent. I had rather breake mine owne,

1785Good my Lord enter.

1786Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious (storme

1787Inuades vs to the skinso: 'tis to thee,

1788But where the greater malady is fixt,

1789The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a Beare,

1790But if they flight lay toward the roaring Sea,

1791Thou'dst meete the Beare i'th'mouth, when the mind's free,

1792The bodies delicate: the tempest in my mind,

1793Doth from my sences take all feeling else,

1794Saue what beates there, Filliall ingratitude,

1795Is it not as this mouth should teare this hand

1796For lifting food too't? But I will punish home;

1797No, I will weepe no more; in such a night,

1798To shut me out? Poure on, I will endure:

1799In such a night as this? O Regan, Gonerill,

1800Your old kind Father, whose franke heart gaue all,

1801O that way madnesse lies, let me shun that:

1802No more of that.

1803Kent. Good my Lord enter here.

1804Lear. Prythee go in thy selfe, seeke thine owne ease,

1805This tempest will not giue me leaue to ponder

1806On things would hurt me more, but Ile goe in,

1807In Boy, go first. You houselesse pouertie, Exit.

1808Nay get thee in; Ile pray, and then Ile sleepe.

1809Poore naked wretches, where so ere you are

1810That bide the pelting of this pittilesse storme,

1811How shall your House-lesse heads, and vnfed sides,

1812Your lop'd, and window'd raggednesse defend you

1813From seasons such as these? O I haue tane

1814Too little care of this: Take Physicke, Pompe,

1815Expose thy selfe to feele what wretches feele,

1816That thou maist shake the superflux to them,

1817And shew the Heauens more iust.

1819Edg. Fathom, and halfe, Fathom and halfe; poore Tom.

1820Foole. Come not in heere Nuncle, here's a spirit, helpe

1821me, helpe me.

1822Kent. Giue me thy hand, who's there?

1823Foole. A spirite, a spirite, he sayes his name's poore

1824Tom.

1825Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i'th'

1826straw? Come forth.

1827Edg. Away, the foule Fiend followes me, through the

1828sharpe Hauthorne blow the windes. Humh, goe to thy

1829bed and warme thee.

1830Lear. Did'st thou giue all to thy Daughters? And art

1831thou come to this?

1832Edgar. Who giues any thing to poore Tom? Whom

1833the foule fiend hath led though Fire, and through Flame,

1834through Sword, and Whirle-Poole, o're Bog, and Quag-

1835mire, that hath laid Kniues vnder his Pillow, and Halters

1836in his Pue, set Rats-bane by his Porredge, made him

1837Proud of heart, to ride on a Bay trotting Horse, ouer foure

1838incht Bridges, to course his owne shadow for a Traitor.

1839Blisse thy fiue Wits, Toms a cold. O do, de, do, de, do de,

1840blisse thee from Whirle-Windes, Starre-blasting, and ta-

1841king, do poore Tom some charitie, whom the foule Fiend

1842vexes. There could I haue him now, and there, and there

1843againe, and there. Storme still.

1844Lear. Ha's his Daughters brought him to this passe?

1845Could'st thou saue nothing? Would'st thou giue 'em all?

1846Foole. Nay, he reseru'd a Blanket, else we had bin all

1847sham'd.

1848Lea. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous ayre

1849Hang fated o're mens faults, light on thy Daughters.

1850Kent. He hath no Daughters Sir.

1851Lear. Death Traitor, nothing could haue subdu'd (Nature

1852To such a lownesse, but his vnkind Daughters.

1853Is it the fashion, that discarded Fathers,

1854Should haue thus little mercy on their flesh:

1855Iudicious punishment, 'twas this flesh begot

1856Those Pelicane Daughters.

1857Edg. Pillicock sat on Pillicock hill, alow: alow, loo, loo.

1858Foole. This cold night will turne vs all to Fooles,and

1859Madmen.

1860Edgar. Take heed o'th'foule Fiend, obey thy Pa-

1861rents, keepe thy words Iustice, sweare not, commit not,