Lear.
Blow, winds ^note, and crack ^note your cheeks! rage! blow! ^note
You ^note cataracts ^note and hurricanoes ^note, spout
Till you have drench'd our ^note steeples, drown'd ^note the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing ^note fires,
Vaunt-couriers ^note to ^note oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe ^note my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite ^note flat the thick rotundity o' the ^note world!
Crack ^note nature's moulds ^note, all germins ^note spill at once
That make ^note ingrateful ^note man! ^note

Fool.

O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water ^note out o' door ^note. Good nuncle, in,

and ^note ask thy daughters' blessing: here's a night pities ^note neither wise man nor fool ^note. ^note

Lear.
Rumble thy bellyful ^note! Spit, fire! spout, rain! ^note
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
I tax ^note not you, you elements, with unkindness;
I never gave you kingdom ^note, call'd you children,
You owe me no subscription ^note: then ^note let fall
Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave ^note,
A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man:
But yet I call you servile ministers,
That have with two pernicious daughters join'd ^note
Your high-engender'd ^note battles ^note 'gainst a head
So old and white as this. O! O! ^note 'tis foul! ^note

Fool.

He that has a house to put's ^note head in has a good head-piece.

  The cod-piece that will house
    Before the head has any,
  The head and he shall louse;
    So beggars marry many.
  The man ^note that makes his toe
    What he his heart ^note should make
  Shall of ^note a corn cry woe,
    And turn his sleep to wake. ^note

For there was never yet fair woman but ^note she made mouths in a glass.

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Lear.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience;
I will say nothing. Enter Kent. ^note

Kent.
Who's there?

Fool.

Marry, here's grace and a cod-piece; that's a wise man and a fool.

Kent.
Alas, sir, are you ^note here? things that love night
Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies
Gallow the ^note very wanderers ^note of the dark,
And make ^note them keep their caves: since I was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never ^note
Remember to have heard: man's nature cannot carry
The affliction nor the fear ^note.

Kent.
Let the great gods,
That keep this dreadful pother ^note o'er our heads,
Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipp'd of justice: hide thee, thou bloody hand;
Thou perjured ^note, and thou simular ^note man ^note of virtue
That art incestuous ^note: caitiff, to pieces shake ^note,
That under covert and convenient ^note seeming

Hast ^note practised on man's life: close pent-up guilts,
Rive your concealing continents ^note and cry ^note
These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man
More sinn'd against than ^note sinning. ^note

Kent.
Alack, bare-headed!
Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest:
Repose you there; while ^note I to this hard house—
More harder than the stones ^note whereof 'tis raised;
Which even but now, demanding after you ^note,
Denied me to come in—return, and force
Their scanted courtesy. ^note

Lear.
My wits begin ^note to turn.
Come on, my boy: how dost, my boy? art cold?
I am ^note cold myself. Where is this ^note straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange,
That ^note can make vile ^note things precious. Come, your hovel.
Poor fool ^note and knave, I have one part in ^note my heart ^note
That's sorry ^note yet for thee.

Fool. [Singing] ^note
He that has and ^note a little tiny ^note wit,—
  With hey, ho, ^note the wind and the rain ^note,—

Must make content with his fortunes fit,
  For ^note the rain it raineth every day. ^note

Lear.
True, my good ^note boy. Come, bring us to this hovel. ^note [Exeunt ^note Lear and Kent.

Fool.

This is ^note a brave night to cool a courtezan ^note. I'll speak a prophecy ere ^note I go: ^note

  When priests are more in word ^note than matter;
  When brewers mar their malt with water;
  When nobles are their tailors' tutors;
  No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors;
  When every case in law is right;
  No squire in debt, nor no ^note poor knight;
  When slanders do not live ^note in tongues,
  Nor ^note cutpurses come not to throngs;
  When usurers tell their gold i' the field,
  And bawds and whores do churches build;
  Then shall the realm of Albion
  Come to great confusion: ^note
  Then comes the time, who lives to see't,
  That going shall be used with feet. ^note

This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live ^note before his time.

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