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When slanders do not live in tongues;
That going shall be us'd with feet.
A Room in Closter's Castle.
Enter GLOSTER and EDMUND.
Glo. Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this un: natural 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 savage, 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 threaten'd 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 seems a fair deserving, and must draw me That which my father loses; no less than all: The younger rises, when the old doth fall.
A part of the heath, with a hovel.
Enter LEAR, Kent, and Fool.
[Storm still. Lear.
Let me alone.
heart? Kent. I'd rather break mine own: Good my lord,
enter. Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much, that this contentious
storm Invades us to the skin : so 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fix'd,
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou’dst shun a bear :
mind's free, The body's delicate: the
Good my lord, enter here.
poverty, Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.-
[Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'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,
[The Fool runs out from the hotel. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit.. Help me, help me!
Kent. Give me thy hand. Who's there?
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 pew; set ratsbane by his porridge; made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting-horse over fourinch'd bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor:-Bless thy five wits! Tom's a-cold.--O, do de, do de, do de.-Bless thee from whirlwinds, starblasting, and taking Sø! Do poor Tom some charity,
whom the foul fiend vexes: There could I have him now,--and there, -and there,--and there again, and there.
[Storm continues. Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to this
pass? Could'st thou save nothing? Did'st thou give them
all ? Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all shamed. Lear. Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous
air Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters !
Kent. He hath no daughters, sir.
Edg. Pillicock sat on pillicock's-hill;
Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
Edg. Take heed o'the foul fiend: Obey thy parents; keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array: Tom's a-cold.
Lear. What hast thou been?