You know what mortal feuds have always flam'd Th' inveterate prince will send to our assistance. Edm. Yes, credulous old man, I will commend you to his grace, [Exit, L. His grace the Duke of Cornwall :-instantly, To glut my pleasures that till now have starv'd. [Retires, R. GLOSTER returns, L. followed by CORDELIA ́ and ARANTHE, poorly dressed; EDMUND observing at a distance. Cord. (L.) Turn, Gloster, turn; by all the sacred pow'rs I do conjure you, give my griefs a hearing: [Kneels. Glost. (c.) What would'st thou, princess? Rise, and speak thy griefs. Cord. Nay, you shall promise to redress 'em too, Or here I kneel for ever. 1 entreat Thy succour for a father, and a king. An injur'd father, and an injur'd king. Edm. (R.) O, charming sorrow! How her tears adorn her! Glost. Consider, princess, [Aside. [Raises her. For whom thou begg'st, 'tis for the king that wrong'd thee. Cord. O, name not that; he did not, could not wrong me. Nay, muse not, Gloster; for it is too likely Edm. I'll gaze no more ;-and yet my eyes are charm'd. [Aside. Cord. Or, what if it be worse?-Can there be worse? Ah, 'tis too probable, this furious night And cold rain chill'd, or lightning struck him dead; To wash his clay-smear'd cheeks, and die beside him. My injur'd master; and thy virtue tells me Cord. Dispatch, Aranthe; For in this disguise, we'll instantly Go seek the king, and bring him some relief. [Exit, R. [Crosses to L. Ar. How, madam! are you ignorant Cord. I cannot dread the furies in this cause. Cord. Therefore no shelter for the king, What have not women dar'd for vicious love? For piety as much. Blow winds, and lightnings fall; Bold in my virgin innocence I'll fly, My royal father to relieve, or die. [Thunder. [Exeunt CORDELIA and ARANTHE, L. Edm. "In this disguise, we'll instantly Go seek the king!"-Ha! ha! a lucky change: That virtue, which I fear'd would be my hindrance, Has prov'd the bawd to my design. I'll bribe two ruffians shall at distance follow, And seize them in some desert place; and there, Whilst one retains her, t'other shall return T'inform me where she's lodg'd: I'll be disguis'd too. Whilst they are poaching for me, I'll to the duke With these dispatches; then to the field, Where, like the vig'rous Jove, I will enjoy This Semele in a storm; 'twill deaf her cries, Like drums in battle, lest her groans should pierce My pitying ear, and make the am'rous fight less fierce. [Exit, L. SCENE III.—Another part of the Heath.-Rain— Thunder-Lightning.—Lamps down. Enter KING LEAR and KEnt, l. Kent. Here is the place, my lord; good, my lord, enter: The tyranny of this open night's too rough For nature to endure. Lear. Let me alone. Kent. Good, my lord, enter. Lear. Wilt break my heart? Kent. I'd rather break my own. [Storm increases. 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 fixt, The lesser is scarce felt: The tempest in my mind In such a night [Rain-Thunder-Lightning. To shut me out!-Pour on, I will endure- [Crosses to L. Kent. See, my lord, here's the entrance. And pass it all: I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. [Thunder. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That thou may'st cast the superflux to them, Edg. [In the Hovel, R.U. E. throwing out Straw.] Five fathom and a half.-Poor Tom! Kent. (c.) What art thou that dost grumble there i'th' straw? Come forth. Enter EDGAR, disguised, from the Hovel, R. U. E.— Advances, R. Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me- -Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind-Mum, go to thy bed and warm thee.-Ha! what do I see? By all my griefs, the poor old king bare-headed, And drench'd in this foul storm! Professing Syrens, Are all your protestations come to this? [Aside. Lear. (L.) Tell me, fellow, didst thou give all to thy two daughters? [Crosses to Edgar, r. Edg. (R. C.) Who gives any thing to poor Tom, whom the foul fiend has led through fire and through flame, through bushes and bogs; that has laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew; that has made him proud of heart to ride on a bay trotting horse over four-inch'd bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor? Bless thy five wits! Tom's a-cold. Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes. Sa, sa; there I could have him now, and there, and there again. [Strikes with his Staff. Lear. (R. C.) What, have his daughters brought him to this pass! Could'st thou save nothing? Didst thou give them all? Kent. (L. c.) He has no daughter, sir. Lear. Death! traitor, nothing could have subdu'd nature To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters. Edg. Pillicock sat upon pillicock hill, hallo, hallo, hallo. Lear. Is it the fashion that discarded fathers Should have such little mercy on their flesh? Judicious punishment! 'Twas this flesh begot Those pelican daughters. Edg. Take heed of 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. [Wind and rain.] Tom's a-cold. Lear. What hast thou been? Edg. A serving-man, proud of heart; that curl'd my hair; used perfume and washes; that serv'd the lust of my mistress's heart, and did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spoke words; and broke them all in the sweet face of heaven. Let not the paint, nor the patch, nor the rustling of silks, betray thy poor heart to woman; keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from creditors' books, and defy the foul fiend. [Wind.] Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind. Ha, no nonny, dolphin my boy, my_boy, sessa; let him trot by. Lear. Death! thou wert better in thy grave, than thus to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the sky. Yet consider him well, and man's no more than this; thou art indebted to the worm for no silk, to the beast for no hide, to the cat for no perfume. Ha! here's two of us are sophisticated: thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, ye vain disguises, empty lendings, I'll be my original self; quick, quick, uncase me. Lear. One point I had forgot: what is your name? Edg. Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the wall-newt and the water-newt; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallads, swallows the old rat and the ditch-dog; that drinks the green mantle of the standing pool; that's whipt from tything to tything; that has three suits to his back; six shirts to his body; Horse to ride, and weapon to wear; But rats and mice, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year. Beware my followers; peace, Smolkin, peace, thou foul fiend! Lear. One word more, but be sure true counsel; tell me, is a madman a gentleman, or a yeoman? Kent. I fear'd 'twould come to this; his wits are gone. Edg. Frateretto calls me, and angler in the lake of darkness. beware the foul fiend. [Aside. tells me, Nero is an Pray, innocent, and Lear. Right, ha, ha!-was it not pleasant to have a thousand with red-hot spits come hissing in upon them? Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much, They mar my counterfeiting. [Aside. |