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In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee;
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it:
I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove:
Mend, when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure:
I can be patient; I can stay with Regan,
I, and my hundred knights.

Not altogether so, sir;
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided

fit welcome: Give ear, sir, to niy sister;
For those that mingle reason with your passion,
Must be content to think you old, and so—
But she knows what she does.

Is this well spoke now?
Reg. I dare avouch it, sir : What, fifty followers ?
Is it not well? What should you need of more?
Yea, or so many ? sith that both charge and danger
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-

From those that she calls servants, or from mine?

Reg. Why not, my lord ? If then they chanc'd to

slack you,

We could control them : If you will come to me,
(For now I spy a danger,) I entreat you
To bring but five and twenty ; to no more
Will I give place, or notice.

Lear. I gave you all


And in good time you gave it. Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries; But keep a reservation to be follow'd With such a number: What, must I come to you With five and twenty, Regan? said you so ?

Reg. And speak it again, my lord; no more with


Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well

favourid, When others are more wicked; not being the worst, Stands in some rank of praise: – I'll go with thee;

[To Gonerit.
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,
And thou art twice her love.

Hear me, my lord;
What need you five and twenty, ten, or five,
To follow in a house, where twice so many
Haye a command to tend you?

What need one?
Lear. O, reason not the need: our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous :
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beast's: thou art a lady;
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,
Which scarcely keeps thee warm.-But, for true

need, You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need! You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both !

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If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger!
0, let not women's weapons, water-drops,

my man's cheeks !-No, you unnatural hags,
I will have such revenges on you both,
That all the world shall-I will do such things, -
What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be
The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep;
No, J'll not weep:
I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Or ere l’ll weep: --O, fool, I shall go mad!

[Exeunt Lear, Gluster, Kent, and Fool, Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm.

[Storm heard at a distance.

This house
Is little; the old man and his people cannot
Be well bestow'd.

'Tis his own blame; he hath put Himself from rest, and must needs taste his folly.

Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
But not one follower.

So am I purpos'd

d. Where is


lord of Gloster ?


Re-enter GLOSTER.
Corn. Follow'd the old man forth:-he is return'd.
Glo. The king is in high rage.

Whither is he going?


Glo. He calls to horse; but will I know not

whither. Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself. Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay. Glo. Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak

winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.

O, sir, to wilful men, The injuries, that they themselves procure, Must be their schoolmasters: Shut up your doors; He is attended with a desperate train; And what they may incense him to, being apt To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear. Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild

night; My Regan counsels well: come out o'the storm.



A Heath.

A storm is heurd, with thunder and lightning. Enter

KENT, and a Gentlemun, meeting. Kent. Who's here, beside foul weather? Gent. One minded like the weather, most una

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,

hair ;
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of:
Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear 48 would

The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all.

But who is with him?
Gent. None but the fool; who labours to out-jest
His heart-struck injuries.

Sir, I do know you; And dare, upon the warrant of

my art,

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