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Then shall the realm of Albion
That going shall be us'd with feet. This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time.
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 favage, and unnatural !
Glo. Go to; say you nothing: There is division between the dukes; and a worse matter than that: I have received a letter this night;—'tis dangerous to be spoken; - I have lock'd the letter in my closet : these injuries the king now bears will be revenged home; there is part of a power already footed : 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 threatenid 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 fecnis a fuir deserving, and must draw me
That which my father loses; no less than all :
A Part of the Heath, with a Hovel.
Enter LEAR, Kent, and Fool.
[Storm fill. Lear.
Let me alone.
Wilt break my heart ?
Lear. Proythee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease; This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more.—But I'll go in : In, boy; go first.—[to the Fool.] You houseless poverty, — Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll Neep.
[Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wherefoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this! Take physick, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg. [within.] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor
Tom ! [The Fool runs out from the hovel.
Kent. Give me thy hand.-Who's there?
Kent. What art thou that doft 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