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To shut me out!—Pour on; I will endure:
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? 0, I have ta’en Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel; That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Enter EDGAR, disguised as a Madman. Edg. Away! the soul fiend follows me! Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. Humph! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters? And art thou come to this?
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.
Judicious punishment! 'twas this flesh begot
ON MAN. Is man no more than this? Consider him well: Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume:-Ha! here's three of us 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.
THE JUSTICE OF PROVIDENCE.
That I am wretched, Makes thee the happier:—Heavens, deal so still! Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance," that will not see Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly; So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough.
PATIENCE AND SORROW.
LEAR'S DISTRACTION DESCRIBED.
* i. e. To make it subject to us, instead of acting in obedience to it. + Fumitory. Charlocks.
DESCRIPTION OF DOVER CLIFF.-
GLOSTER'S FAREWELL TO THE WORLD.
LEAR ON HIS FLATTERERS.
They flatter'd me like a dog; and told me, I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To say ay, and no, to every thing I said! Ay and no too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men o' their words: they told me I was every thing; 'tis a lie; I am not ague-proof
ON THE ABUSE OF POWER.
Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand:
Lords. What, my good lord? Macb. Thou can’st not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often
thus, And hath been from his youth: 'pray you keep seat; The fit is momentary; upon a thought He will again be well: If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his passion;* Feed, and regard him not.--Are you a man?
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly?
Fie, for shame! Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden'
time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been performid Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, * Prolong his suffering. + Sudden gusto.
And push us from our stools: This is more strange
My worthy lord,
I do forget :-
all; Then I'll sit down:-Give me some wine, fill full:I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
Our duties, and the pledge. Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth
Think of this, good peers,
Macb. What man dare, I dare:
the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Macb.
Can such things be, • Wonder,
tie. All good wishos to all Forbid.