Fool.
Lea.
Blow, winds note, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You note cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout
'Till you have drench'd note our steeples, drown'd the note cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vant-couriers of note oak-cleaving thunder-bolts,
Singe my note white head! And thou all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat note the thick rotundity of the world!
-- 58 --
Crack nature's molds; note all germens spill at once,
That make note ingrateful man!
Foo.
O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is
better than this rain-water out o'door. Good nuncle, in;
ask note thy daughters blessing; here's a night pitties note neither
wise men nor fools. note
Lea.
Rumble thy belly full! Spit, fire! Spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
I tax not note you, you elements, with unkindness,
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
You owe me no subscription; then note 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 will with two pernicious daughters join note
Your high-engender'd battles note, 'gainst a head
So old and white as † this. O, o, 'tis foul!
Foo.
He that has a house to put's head in, has a good
head-piece.
[sings.
The cod-piece, that will house,
before the head as any: note
the head and he shall louse;—
so beggars marry many.
The man that makes his toe
what he his heart should make,
shall of a note corn cry, woe,
and turn his sleep to wake.
—for there was never yet fair woman but she made
mouths in a glass.
Enter Kent.
Lea.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience,
I will say nothing.
-- 59 --
Ken.
Who's there?
Foo.
Marry, here's grace, and a cod-piece; that's,
a wise man, and a fool.
Ken.
Alas, sir, are you note here? things that love night,
Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies
Gallow the 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
Remember to have heard: man's nature cannot carry
The affliction, nor the fear. note14Q1349
Lea.
Let the great gods,
That keep this dreadful thund'ring o'er note our heads,
Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipt of justice: Hide thee, thou bloody hand;
Thou perjur'd, note and thou simular man note of virtue
That art incestuous: Caitiff, to pieces note shake,
That under covert and convenient seeming
Hast practis'd note on man's life: Close-pent-up guilts,
Rive your concealing continents, note and cry
These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man,
More sin'd against, than sinning. note
Ken.
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 I note to this hard house
(More hard than is the stone note whereof 'tis rais'd;
Which even but now, demanding after you, note
Deny'd me to come in) return, and force
Their scanted courtesy.
Lea.
My wits begin note to turn.—
-- 60 --
Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy? Art cold?
I am cold myself.—Where is this straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange,
That can note make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.—
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my note heart
That's sorry yet note for thee.
Foo.
He that has a note little tiny wit,—
[sings.
with hey, ho, the wind and the rain—
must make content with his fortunes fit;
for the note rain it raineth every day.
Lea.
True, my good boy. note—Come, bring us to this hovel.
[Exeunt Lear, and Kent.
Foo.
This is a brave night to cool a courtezan. note
I'll speak a prophecy ere I go:14Q1350
When priests are more in word than matter;
When brewers mar their malt with water;
When nobles are their tailors' tutors;
No hereticks burn'd, but wenches' suitors:
When every case in law is right;
No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;
When slanders do not live in tongues;
Nor cut-purses 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:—
Then comes the time, who lives to see't,
That going shall be us'd with feet.
This prophecy Merlin shall make;
For I do live before his time.
[Exit.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
