Act 3 - Scene 2
Another part of the heath. Storm still.
Enter KING LEAR and Fool
Blow, winds, 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
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!
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 man nor fool.
Rumble thy bellyful! 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: then
Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man:
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!
He that has a house to put's head in has a good
The cod-piece that will house
head has any,
The head and he shall louse;
So beggars marry many.
The man that makes his toe
he his 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.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience;
I will say nothing.
Marry, here's grace and a cod-piece; that's a wise
man and a fool.
Alas, sir, are you here? things that love night
Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies
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.
Let the great gods,
That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,
Find out their enemies now. Tremble,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipp'd of justice: hide thee, thou bloody hand;
perjured, and thou simular man of virtue
That art incestuous: caitiff, to pieces shake,
That under covert
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