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Glo. Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak
O, sir, to wilful men,
night; My Regan counsels well: come out o' the storm.
A storm is heard, with thunder and lightning. Enter
Kent, and a Gentleman, meeting.
Gent. Contending with the fretful element:
But who is with him? Gent. None but the fool; who labours to out
jest His heart-struck injuries. Kent.
Sir, I do know you; And dare, upon the warrant of my art,
Commend a dear thing to you. There is division,
Who have (as who have not, that their great stars
No, do not. For confirmation that I am much more Than
my out wall, open this purse, and take
That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm!
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
cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thun
der, Strike flat the thick rotundity o'the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man!
Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house
is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy bellyfull! 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.
What 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