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And from her derogate* body never spring
A babe to honour her! If she must teem,
Create her child of spleen; that it may live,
And be a thwart disnatur d torment to her!
Let it stamp wrinkles on her brow of youth:
With cadentt tears fret channels in her cheeks,
Turn all her mother's pains, and benefits,
To laughter and contempt; that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!

ACT II.

FLATTERING SYCOPHANTS. That such a slave as this should wear a sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as

these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain Which are too intrinsic† t’unloose; smooth every

passion
That in the natures of their lords rebels;
Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon || beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters,
As knowing nought, like dogs, but following.

PLAIN BLUNT MEN.

This is some fellow, Who having been praised for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness, and

constrains the garb, Quite from his nature: He cannot flatter, he!An honest mind and plain,-he must speak truth: An' they will take it so; if not, he's plain. These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends, Then twenty silly ducking observants, That stretch their duties nicely.

Degraded. + Falling # Perplexed. $ Disowned.

!! The bird called the king-fisher, which, when dried and hung up by a thread, is supposed to turn his bill to the point from whence the wind blows. T Simple or rustic

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BEDLAM BEGGARS. While I may 'scape, I will preserve myself: and am bethought To take the basest and most poorest shape, That every penury, in contempt of man, Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth; Blanket my loins; elf* all my hair in knots; And with presented nakedness outface The winds, and persecutions of the sky, The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.

THE FAULTS OF INFIRMITY PARDONABLE.

UNKINDNESS.

Fiery? the fiery duke?-Tell the hot duke, that, No, but not yet:-may be, he is not well: Infirmity doth still neglect all office, Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind To suffer with the body: I'll forbear: And am fallen out with my more headier will, To take the indisposed and sickly fit For the sound man.

Thy sister's naught: 0, Regan, she hath tied Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here.

[Points to his heart. All's not offence, that indiscretion finds, And dotage terms so.

I proythee, daughter, do not make me mad;
I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell:
We'll no more meet, no more see one another:-

* Hair thus knotted was supposed to be the work of elves and fairies in the night. + Skewers.

Curses.

OFFENCES MISTAKEN.

RISING PASSION.

But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;
Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh,
Which I must needs call mine; thou art a boil,
A plague sore, an embossed* carbuncle,
In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee;
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it:
I do not bid thunder-bearer shoot,
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove.

THE NECESSARIES OF LIFE FEW.

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0, reason not the need: our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beast's.
LEAR ON THE INGRATITUDE OF HIS DAUGHTERS.
You see me here, you gods, a poor

old

man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger! O let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks!—no, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall-I will do such things,What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be: The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep; No, I'll not weep:I have full cause of weeping; but this heart. Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep: 0, fool, I shall go mad!

WILFUL MEN.

0, sir, to wilful men,
The injuries, that they themselves procure,
Must be their schoolmasters.

ACT III.
LEAR'S DISTRESS IN THE STORM,
Kent. Where's the king?

Gent. Contending with the fretful element:
Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,

* Swelling.;

Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change, or cease: tears his-white

hair;
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of:
Strives in this little world of man to out-scorn
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn* bear would

couch,
The lion and the belly pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonnetted he runs,
And bids what will take all.

LEAR'S EXCLAMATIONS IN THE TEMPEST.
Blow, wind and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the

cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executingt fires Vaunt courierst to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thun

der, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man!

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Rumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness,
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
You owe me no subscription; why then 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 have with two pernicious daughters join'd
Your high engender'd battles, 'gainst a head
So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul!

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* Whose dugs are drawn dry by its young. + Quick as thought. * Avaunt couriers. French. § Obedience.

Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? things that love

night, Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies Gallow* the very wanderers of the dark, And make 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. Lear.

Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful potherf 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 perjur'd, and thou simularf man of virtue That art incestuous: Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seemings Has practis'd on man's life!-Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. 1-I am a man, More sinn'd against, than sinning. Kent.

Alack, bareheaded! Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest. 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 fix'd,
The lesser is searce felt. Thou’dst shun a bear;
But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea,
Thou’dst meet the bear i’ the mouth. When the

mind's free,
The body's delicate: the tempest in my mind
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 night
* Scare or frighten.

† Blustering noise. Counterfeit. § Appearance. 11 Favour.

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