ACT III.

SCENE I.-A Heath.

A Storm is heard, with Thunder and Lightning. Enter KENT, and a Gentleman, meeting.

Kent. Who's here, beside foul weather?

Gent. One minded like the weather, most unquietly. Kent. I know you; Where's the king?

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

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 his little world of man to out-scorn

The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.

This night, wherein the cub-drawn beark would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf

Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,

And bids what will take all.

Kent.

Gent. None but the fool; His heart-struck injuries. Kent.

And dare, upon

But who is with him? who labours to out-jest

Sir, I do know you;

the warrant of my art,'

Commend a dear thing to you. There is division,
Although as yet the face of it be cover'd

With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall;
Who have (as who have not, that their great stars
Thron'd and set high?) servants, who seem no less;
Which are to France the spies and speculations
Intelligent of our state; what hath been seen.

the main,] i. e. The main land, the continent.

the cub-drawn bear-] i. e. Whose dugs are drawn dry by its young. As no animals leave their dens by night but for prey; the meaning is, that even hunger and the support of her young, would not force the bear to leave her den in such a night.-WARBURTON.

the warrant of my art,] On the strength of my skill in physiognomy.— STEEVENS.

Either in snuffs and packings" of the dukes;
Or the hard rein which both of them have borne
Against the old king; or something deeper,
Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings;"
But, true it is, from France there comes a power
Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already,
Wise in our negligence, have secret feetp
In some of our best ports, and are at point
To show their open banner.-Now to you:
If on my
credit you dare build so far
To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
Some that will thank you, making just report
Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow.
The king hath cause to plain.

I am a gentleman of blood and breeding;
And from some knowledge and assurance, offer
This office to you.

Gent. I will talk further with you.
Kent.

No, do not.
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out wall, open this purse, and take
What it contains; If you shall see Cordelia,
(As fear not but you shall,) show her this ring;
And she will tell you who your fellow is
That yet you do not know. Fye on this storm!
I will go seek the king.

y?

Gent. Give me your hand: Have you no more to say Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet; That, when we have found the king, (in which your pain That way; I'll this :) he that first lights on him, Holla the other.

[Exeunt severally.

Either in snuffs and packings-] Snuffs are dislikes, and packings underhand contrivances.-STEEVENS.

furnishings;] i. e. External pretences, or perhaps samples.

P- have secret feet-] i. e. Secret footing.

SCENE II.

Another part of the Heath. Storm continues.

Enter LEAR and FOOL.

Lear. 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-executing fires,

Vaunt couriers' to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o'the world!

Crack nature's moulds, all germens spills at once,
That make ingrateful man!

Fool. O, nuncle, court holy-water' in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o'door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools.

Lear. 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!

Fool. He that has a house to put his head in, has a good head-piece.

- thought-executing—] Doing execution with rapidity equal to thought. -JOHNSON.

Vaunt couriers-] Avant couriers, Fr. This phrase is not unfamiliar to the writers of Shakspeare's time. It originally meant the foremost scouts of an army.-STEEVENS.

spill-] i. e. Destroy.-STREVENS.

tcourt holy-water-] i. e. Fair words: the expression is proverbial.— Ray's Proverbs, p. 184.

subscription ;] i. e. Obedience, submission.

The cod-piece that will house,
Before the head has any,

The head and he shall louse;·

So beggars marry many.*

The man that makes his toe

What he is heart should make,

Shall of a corn cry woe,

And turn his sleep to wake.

-for there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths in a glass.

Enter KENT.

Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience, I will say nothing.

Kent. Who's there?

Fool. Marry here's grace, and a cod-piece; that's a wise man, and a fool.

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 pother 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 simular man of virtue,
Thou art incestuous: Caitiff, to pieces shake,
That under covert and convenient seeming"

Hast practis'd on man's life!-Close pent-up guilts,

* So beggars marry many.] i. e. So many beggars marry, before they have houses to put their heads in.-M. MASON.

of a corn cry woe,] i. e. Be pained by.-MALONE.

z Gallow―] i. e. Scare or frighten, a west-country word.—WARBURTON.

a

- convenient seeming-] i. e. Appearance such as may promote his purpose to destroy.-JOHNSON.

Rive your concealing continents, and cry

These dreadful summoners grace.—I am a man,
More sinn'd against, than sinning.

Kent.

Alack, bare-headed!

Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;

Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest;
Repose you there: while I to this hard house,

(More hard than is the stone whereof 'tis rais'd;
Which even but now, demanding after you,

Denied me to come in,) return, and force

Their scanted courtesy.

Lear.

My wits begin to turn.

Come on, my boy; How dost, my boy? Art cold?

I am cold myself.-Where is this straw, my fellow?

The art of our necessities is strange,

That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel,
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart

That's sorry yet for thee.

Fool. He that has a little tiny wit,

With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain,—

Must make content with his fortunes fit ;
For the rain it raineth every day.

Lear. True, my good boy.-Come, bring us to this

hovel.

[Exeunt LEAR and KENT.

Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtezan.—

I'll speak a prophecy ere I go:

When priests are more in word than matter;
When brewers mar their malt with water;

When nobles are their tailors' tutors;

No hereticks burn'd, but wenches' suitors ;d
When every case in law is right;

No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;
When slanders do not live in tongues;
Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;
When usurers tell their gold i'the field;

And bawds and whores do churches build ;

continents,] i. e. Those things which contain or inclose,-JOHNSON. summoners—] i. e. The officers that summon offenders before a proper

tribunal.-STEEVENS.

d — burn'd, but wenches' suitors;] The disease to which wenches' suitors are particularly exposed was called the brenning or burning.-JOHNSON.