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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,-,
0, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
No more of that,

Good, my lord, enter here,
Lear. Prythee, 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:
In, boy; go first. {To the Fool.] You houseless

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.

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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?

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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.
Lear. Death, traitor! nothing could have subdu'd

To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters.-
Is it the fashion, thai discarded fathers
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?

Judicious punishment! 'twas this flesh begot
Those pelican daughters.

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.



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 strove
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears
Were like a better day: Those happy smiles
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.-In brief, sorrow
Would be a rarity most belov'd, if all
Could so become it.

Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now
As mad as the vex'd sea: singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumitert and furrow weeds,
With barlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn.

* i. e. To make it subject to us, instead of acting in obedience to it. + Fumitory. Charlocks.

Come on, sir; here's the place;-stand still. How
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! [fearful
The crows, and choughs,* that wing the midway air,
Show scarce so gross as beetles: Half way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire;t dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark,
Diminish'd to her cock;f her cock, a buoy
Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge,
That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard so high:-I'll look no more;
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topplelt down headlong.

O you mighty gods!
This world I do renounce; and, in your sights,
Shake patiently my great affliction off:
If I could bear it longer, and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff, and loathed part of nature, should
Burn itself out. If Edgar live, 0, bless him!


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



Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine OWD

back; Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind Daws. A vegetable gathered for pickling Her cock-boat.

| Tumble,

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
Which might appal the devil.
Lady M.


This the very painting of your fear:
This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said,
Led you to Duncan. 0, these flaws.f and starts,
(Impostors to true fear) would well become
A woman's story, at a winter's fire,
Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.
Macb. Prythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how

say you?-
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send
Those that we bury, back, our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites. [Ghost disappears.

Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly?
Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.
Lady M.

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
Than such a murder is.
Lady M.

My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.

I do forget:-
Do not muse* at me, my most worthy friends;
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to

all; Then I'll sit down :-Give me some wine, fill full: I drink to the general joy of the whole table,

Ghost rises.
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.t

Our duties, and the pledge. Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth

hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
Lady M.

Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm’d rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall nerer tremble: Or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
If trembling I inhibit[ thee, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!

(Ghost disappears.
Unreal mockery, hence !-Why, soz-being gone,
I am a man again.—Pray you, sit still.
Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke

the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Macb.

Can such things be, • Wonder.

tie. All good wishes to all # Forbid.

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