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ACT III SCENE IV The heath. Before a hovel. 
[Enter KING LEAR, KENT, and Fool]
KENTHere is the place, my lord; good my lord, enter:
The tyranny of the open night's too rough
For nature to endure.
[Storm still]
KING LEARLet me alone.
KENTGood my lord, enter here.5
KING LEARWilt break my heart?
KENTI had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter.
KING LEARThou 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,10
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'ldst shun a bear;
But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea,
Thou'ldst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the
mind's free,
The body's delicate: the tempest in my mind15
Doth from my senses take all feeling else
Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude!
Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand
For lifting food to't? But I will punish home:
No, I will weep no more. In such a night20
To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure.
In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril!
Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all,--
O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
No more of that.25
KENTGood my lord, enter here.
KING LEARPrithee, go in thyself: seek thine own ease:
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in.
[To the Fool]
In, boy; go first. You houseless poverty,--30
Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.
[Fool goes in]
Poor naked wretches, whereso'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 you35
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.40
EDGAR[Within] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom!
[The Fool runs out from the hovel]
FoolCome not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit
Help me, help me!
KENTGive me thy hand. Who's there?
FoolA spirit, a spirit: he says his name's poor Tom.45
KENTWhat art thou that dost grumble there i' the straw?
Come forth.
[Enter EDGAR disguised as a mad man]
EDGARAway! the foul fiend follows me!
Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind.
Hum! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.50
KING LEARHast thou given all to thy two daughters?
And art thou come to this?
EDGARWho gives any thing to poor Tom? whom the foul
fiend hath led through fire and through flame, and
through ford and whirlipool e'er bog and quagmire;55
that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters
in his pew; set ratsbane by his porridge; made film
proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting-horse over
four-inched bridges, to course his own shadow for a
traitor. Bless thy five wits! Tom's a-cold,--O, do60
de, do de, do de. Bless thee from whirlwinds,
star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some
charity, whom the foul fiend vexes: there could I
have him now,--and there,--and there again, and there.
[Storm still]
KING LEARWhat, have his daughters brought him to this pass?65
Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give them all?
FoolNay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all shamed.
KING LEARNow, all the plagues that in the pendulous air
Hang fated o'er men's faults light on thy daughters!
KENTHe hath no daughters, sir.70
KING LEARDeath, traitor! nothing could have subdued nature
To such a lowness but his unkind daughters.
Is it the fashion, that discarded fathers
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
Judicious punishment! 'twas this flesh begot75
Those pelican daughters.
EDGARPillicock sat on Pillicock-hill:
Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!
FoolThis cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
EDGARTake heed o' the foul fiend: obey thy parents;80
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.
KING LEARWhat hast thou been?
EDGARA serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curled85
my hair; wore gloves in my cap; served the lust of
my mistress' heart, and did the act of darkness with
her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and
broke them in the sweet face of heaven: one that
slept in the contriving of lust, and waked to do it:90
wine loved I deeply, dice dearly: and in woman
out-paramoured the Turk: false of heart, light of
ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth,
wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of95
silks betray thy poor heart to woman: keep thy foot
out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen
from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend.
Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind:
Says suum, mun, ha, no, nonny.100
Dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa! let him trot by.
[Storm still]
KING LEARWhy, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer
with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies.
Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou
owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep105
no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on
's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself:
unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare,
forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings!
come unbutton here.110
[Tearing off his clothes]
FoolPrithee, nuncle, be contented; 'tis a naughty night
to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were
like an old lecher's heart; a small spark, all the
rest on's body cold. Look, here comes a walking fire.
[Enter GLOUCESTER, with a torch]
EDGARThis is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins115
at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives
the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the
hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the
poor creature of earth.
S. Withold footed thrice the old;120
He met the night-mare, and her nine-fold;
Bid her alight,
And her troth plight,
And, aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!
KENTHow fares your grace?125
KING LEARWhat's he?
KENTWho's there? What is't you seek?
GLOUCESTERWhat are you there? Your names?
EDGARPoor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the toad,
the tadpole, the wall-newt and the water; that in130
the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages,
eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old rat and
the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the
standing pool; who is whipped from tithing to
tithing, and stock- punished, and imprisoned; who135
hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to his
body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear;
But mice and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Beware my follower. Peace, Smulkin; peace, thou fiend!140
GLOUCESTERWhat, hath your grace no better company?
EDGARThe prince of darkness is a gentleman:
Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.
GLOUCESTEROur flesh and blood is grown so vile, my lord,
That it doth hate what gets it.145
EDGARPoor Tom's a-cold.
GLOUCESTERGo in with me: my duty cannot suffer
To obey in all your daughters' hard commands:
Though their injunction be to bar my doors,
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,150
Yet have I ventured to come seek you out,
And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
KING LEARFirst let me talk with this philosopher.
What is the cause of thunder?
KENTGood my lord, take his offer; go into the house.155
KING LEARI'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?
EDGARHow to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin.
KING LEARLet me ask you one word in private.
KENTImportune him once more to go, my lord;160
His wits begin to unsettle.
GLOUCESTERCanst thou blame him?
[Storm still]
His daughters seek his death: ah, that good Kent!
He said it would be thus, poor banish'd man!
Thou say'st the king grows mad; I'll tell thee, friend,165
I am almost mad myself: I had a son,
Now outlaw'd from my blood; he sought my life,
But lately, very late: I loved him, friend;
No father his son dearer: truth to tell thee,
The grief hath crazed my wits. What a night's this!170
I do beseech your grace,--
KING LEARO, cry your mercy, sir.
Noble philosopher, your company.
EDGARTom's a-cold.
GLOUCESTERIn, fellow, there, into the hovel: keep thee warm.175
KING LEARCome let's in all.
KENTThis way, my lord.
KING LEARWith him;
I will keep still with my philosopher.
KENTGood my lord, soothe him; let him take the fellow.180
GLOUCESTERTake him you on.
KENTSirrah, come on; go along with us.
KING LEARCome, good Athenian.
GLOUCESTERNo words, no words: hush.
EDGARChild Rowland to the dark tower came,185
His word was still,--Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.

King Lear, Act 3, Scene 5

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