Q1_scene/11: n="11" type="scene"> Enter Lear, Kent, and foole. Here is the place my Lord, good my Lord enter, the ty__rannie of the open night is too _ruffe for nature to indure._ _____________Let me alone. G F1_scene/11: n="4_">Ente_____r_ __L______ear, Kent, and Foole._ Here is the place my Lord, good my Lord enter, The _t_irran__y of the open night is too roug_h For Nature to endure. Storme still Let me alone._ G Q1_scene/11: ood my Lord ent____e_r. Wilt breake my heart? I had rather breake mine own, good my Lord enter. Thou think'st it is much, that this te_mpestious storme Inuades us to the skin, so_ it is to thee, F1_scene/11: ood my Lord enter here._ Wilt breake my heart? _I had rather breake mine own, Good my Lord enter._ Thou think'st it is much _that this c_ontentious storme _Inuades us to the skin _so: it is to thee,_ Q1_scene/11: But where the greater malady is fixt The lesser is scarce felt, thou wouldst shun a beare, But if thy flight lay toward the r_oring sea, Thou wouldst mee_t the beare in the mouth, when the mind is F1_scene/11: But where the greater malady is fixt, The lesser is scarce felt. Thou wouldst shun a Beare,_ But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea,_ Thou wouldst meete the Beare in the mouth, when the mind is Q1_scene/11: free The bodi_es delicate, this tempest in my mind Doth from my sences take all feeling else Saue what beates thei_r_ fi_liall ingratitude, Is it not as this mouth should teare this hand For lift F1_scene/11: free, The body is delicate: th_e tempest in my mind, Doth from my sences take all feeling else, Saue what beates the_re, Filliall ingratitude,_ Is it not as this mouth should teare this hand _For lift Q1_scene/11: ing food to it, but I will punish sure, No_ I will weepe no more, in such a night_ as thi_s! _____O_ ___Rega_n, _Gonor___i_ll, your ol_d__ k__________in________d_ __father ___Whose _fr___ank_e__ he F1_scene/11: ing food to it? But I will punish home; _No, I will weepe no more; in such a night, To sh_ut __me out? Poure_ on, I will endure: In__ such a night as this? O Regan, Gonerill, Your old kind Father, wh Q1_scene/11: a_rt _gau_e y__ou _____all, O that way madne__s lies, Let me shun that, no more of that. Good my Lord enter. prethe">prithee go in thyself, seeke t__hy own ease This tempest will not give F1_scene/11: _ose franke heart gaue all, O that way madnesse __lies, _let me shun that: No more of that._ Good my Lord enter __h_ere_. Prithe_____e _go in thyself, seeke thine own ease, This tempest will not give Q1_scene/11: me leaue to ponder On things would hurt me more, but__ _________i_ w___ill_ ____g__o_ ____i_________________n,_ Poore_ nak__________ed___ w__re_tches, w_____________he_r___e_*s___o*_____e___r___e_ y F1_scene/11: me leaue to ponder _On things would hurt me more, but I will go in, In; Boy, go first. You houselesse pouertie, Exit_. Nay get thee in; I will pra__y, and then I will sleepe. Poore naked wretches, w Q1_scene/11: ____________ou are That bide the pelting of this pittile__s ___night, How shall your house-lesse heads, and vnfed sides, Your loopt___ and windowed raggedne__s defend you From seasons such as thes F1_scene/11: heresoever you are _That bide the pelting of this pittilesse storme__,_ How shall your House-lesse heads, and vnfed sides,_ Your lo_p_'d, and window'd raggednesse defend you _From seasons such as thes Q1_scene/11: e, O I have tane Too little care of this, take physicke_ pompe, Expose thyself to feele what wretches feele, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And shew the heauens more iust. C_o_m____ F1_scene/11: e? O I have tane _Too little care of this: Take Physicke, Pompe,_ Expose thyself to feele what wretches feele,_ That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,_ And shew the Heauens more iust._ Enter Edg Q1_scene/11: _e_ ____n__ot_ ___i_n_ _h___ere_ _Nu__n__________ck______le, ______________h_e__r__e_ _____is a spirit, helpe me, helpe me. Give me thy hand, who is there. A spiri_t__, _____he_ s___ayes, his na_m F1_scene/11: ar, and Foole. Fathom, and half, Fathom and half; poore Tom. Come not in here Nuncle, here is a spirit, helpe me, helpe __me._ Give my thy hand, who is there? _A spirite, a spirite, he sayes _his name Q1_scene/11: is poore Tom. What art thou that dost grumble there in the straw, come forth? Away, the fowle fiend followes me, through the sharpe ha_thorne blowes the col__d_ _wind, go to thy cold bed and war F1_scene/11: is poore Tom._ What art thou that dost grumble there in the straw? __Come forth._ Away, the foule Fiend followes me, through the sharpe _Hauthorne blo__w the windes. Hum_h, go to thy be_d____ and war Q1_scene/11: me thee. _Hast thou giuen all to thy two daughters, and art thou come to this? Who giues any thing to poore Tom, whome the foule Fiende hath led, through fire, and throu_____g_h_ _f____oo___rd F1_scene/11: me __thee._ Didst thou give_ all to t__hy__ Daughters? And art thou __come to this? _Who giues anyt_hing _to poore Tom? Whom_ the foule _fiend_ hath led _through Fire, and through Flame, through Sword Q1_scene/11: , and whirli-poole, over bog_ and quagmire, that ha_s layd kniues under his pillow, and halters in his pue, set rats_bane by his pott_age, made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting horse__ F1_scene/11: , and _Whirle-Poole, over Bog, and Quagmire, that hath laid Kniues under _his Pillow, and Halters in his Pue, set Rats-bane by his Porredge, _made him Proud of heart, to ride on a Bay trotting Horse, Q1_scene/11: over foure incht bridges, to course his own shadow for a tr_aytor, blesse thy fiue wits, To__________m___ is_ _________a_*col___d, blesse thee from whirle-win_ds, starre-b_lusting, and taking, do F1_scene/11: over _foure incht Bridges, to course his own shadow for a Trait_or._ Blisse thy fiue Wits, Tom is a-cold. O do, de, do, de, do_, de, blisse thee from Whirle-Windes, _Starre-blas_ting, and taking, do Q1_scene/11: poore Tom some charitie, whom the foule fiend vexes, there could I have him now, and there, and __and th_ere_ a_ga__i_n._ ___W_ha____t, ____his daughters brought him to this passe, Couldst thou s F1_scene/11: poore Tom some charitie, whom _the foule Fiend vexes. There could I have him now, and there, and __there again_, and there. Storme still. Has his Daughters brought him to this passe? _Couldst thou s Q1_scene/11: aue nothing, d__idst thou give them all? Nay_ he reseru'd a blanket, else we had been all sham'd. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous ayre Hang fated over mens faults, _fall on thy daughters. F1_scene/11: aue nothing? Wouldst thou give them all? _Nay, he reseru'd a Blanket, else we had been all sham'd._ Now all the plagues that in the pendulous ayre _Hang fated over mens faults, light on thy Daughters. Q1_scene/11: He hath no daughters sir. Death tr_aytor, nothing could have subdued nature To such a lowne__s, but his vnkind daughters, Is it the fashion_ that discarded fathers, Should have thus little mercy F1_scene/11: _ He hath no Daughters Sir._ Death Trait_or, nothing could have subdu'd Nature _To such a lownesse, but his vnkind Daughters._ Is it the fashion, that discarded Fathers,_ Should have thus little mercy Q1_scene/11: on their flesh, Iudicious punishment_ it was this flesh Begot those Pelicane daughters. Pi_licock sate on pe_licocks hill, ___a_ _l_o_ l_o_ l_o. This cold night will turne us all to fooles_ and F1_scene/11: on their flesh: _Iudicious punishment, it was this flesh __begot Those Pelicane Daughters._ Pillicock sat_ on Pillicock_ hill, alow: alow, loo, loo._ This cold night will turne us all to Fooles, and Q1_scene/11: madmen. Take heede of the foule fiend, obay thy parents, kee_p thy words iust_ly, sweare not, commit not_ with mans sworne spouse, set not thy sweet heart on proud array, Tom is a*cold, What hast F1_scene/11: Madmen._ Take heed_ of the foule Fiend, obey thy Parents, keepe thy _words Iustice, sweare not, commit not, with mans sworne Spouse: _set not thy Sweet-heart on proud array. Tom is a-cold._ What hast Q1_scene/11: thou been? A Seruingman,_ proud in heart_ and min_d, that curl_d my haire, wore gloues in my cap, serued the lust of my mistris heart, and did the ac_t of darkene__s with her, swore as many oat_hs F1_scene/11: thou been? __A Seruingman? Proud in heart, and minde; that curl'd my _haire, wore Gloues in my cap; seru'd the Lust of my Mistris heart, _and did the acte of darkenesse with her. Swore as many Oathes Q1_scene/11: _ as I spake words,_ and broke them in the sweet face of heauen, one that slept in the contriuing of lust, and wa_kt to do it, wine loued I deep_ly, dice deerely, and in woman_ out-paromo_r_d the F1_scene/11: , as I _spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of Heauen. One, that slept in the contriuing of Lust, and wak'd to do it. Wine lou'd _I deerely, Dice deerely; and in Woman, out-Paramour'd the _ Q1_scene/11: Turke, false of heart, light of eare, bloudie of hand, Hog in sloth, Fo_x in stealth, Woolfe in greedine__s, Dog in madnes, Lyon in pray, let not the creeking of shooes,_ nor the ru_slings of silkes F1_scene/11: Turke. False of heart, light of eare, blood_y of hand; Hog in sloth, _Foxe in stealth, Wo_lfe in greedinesse, Dog in madnes, Lyon _in prey. Let not the creaking of shooes, Nor the rustling_ of Silkes Q1_scene/11: betray thy poore heart to women, keepe thy foote out of brothell, thy hand out of placke_t, thy pen from lenders book_e, and defie the foule fiend, still through the ha_thorne blowes the col_d wi F1_scene/11: , betray thy poore heart to woman. Keep_ thy foote out of Brothels, _thy hand out of Plackets, thy pen from Lenders Bookes, _and defye the foule Fiend. Still through the Hauthorne blowes the _colde Wi Q1_scene/11: nd, hay no _on ny">nonny, Dolphin my boy, my boy, ceas_e let him trot by. ___W______hy_ thou wert better in thy graue, than to answere with thy vncouered bodie_ this extremitie of the skie F1_scene/11: nd; Sayes_ suum__, mun__, nonny,_ Dolphin my Boy, B___oy _Se_sey: _let him trot by._ Storme still. Thou wert better in a__ graue, than to answere _with thy vncouer'd bod_y, this extremitie of the Skie Q1_scene/11: s, is man no more, __but this_ consider him well, thou owest the worme no silke, the beast_ no hide, the sheepe_ no wooll, the cat_ no perfume, here is three of us are____ so*phisticated, thou art F1_scene/11: s. Is man no _more _than_ this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the Worme no Silke: _the Beast, no Hide; the Sheepe, no Wool_: the Cat, no perfume. H_____a? three on us are so_phisticated. Thou art Q1_scene/11: the thing itself, vnacco_modated man, is no more but such a poore_ bare_ forked Animall as thou art, off_ off you lendings, come_ ______o_____n ___Pr______i_thee_ _Nun__ck_l_e_ b_____________e ___c F1_scene/11: the thing itself; vnaccommodated _man, is no more but such a poore, bare, forked Animall _as thou art. Off, off you Lendings: Come, vnbutton here. Enter Glouceste_r, with a Torch. Prithee Nunckle be c Q1_scene/11: onte__nt, this is a naugh_ty night to swi__m in, now a little fire in a wil_d field, were like an old l_eachers heart, a small sparke, all the rest ____in bodie_ cold, look___ here comes a walking F1_scene/11: ontented, i__t is a naughtie night to _swimme in. Now a little fire in a wilde Field, were like an old Letc_hers _heart, a small spark_, all the rest of his bod_y, cold: Look, here comes __a walking Q1_scene/11: fire. Enter Gloster. This is the foule fiend fli_be_rdegi_bek, he begins at curphew, and wal_ks till the first cocke, he giues the web, and the pin, squeme_s the eye, and makes the hare-li__p, mi F1_scene/11: _____ __fi______r__e_._ This is the foule______ Flibbertig_ibbet; he begins at Cur_few, _and walkes a_t_ f____irst Cocke: He giues the Web _and the Pin, _squin_ts the eye, and makes the Hare-lippe; Mi Q1_scene/11: ldewes the white wheate, and hurts the poore creature of earth, switha_ld footed thrice the old, he met the night mare_ and her nine fold_ bid her, O light_ and her troth plight_ and a__rint thee, F1_scene/11: ldewes the white _Wheate, and hurts the poore Creature of earth. Swith_old footed _thrice the old, He met the Night-Mare, and her nine-fold; Bid her _a-_light, and her troth-plight, And aroyn_t thee _ Q1_scene/11: witch_ a__rint thee. How fares your Grace? What is he? Who is there, what is it you seeke? What are you there? your names? Poore Tom, that eat_s the swimming frog, the tode, the tod*pole, the w F1_scene/11: Witch, aroyn_t thee._ How fares your Grace? __What is he? _Who is there? What is it you seeke? _What are you there? Your Names? _Poore Tom, that eates the swimming Frog, the Toad, the _Tod-pole, the w Q1_scene/11: all-newt, and the water, that in the furie of his heart, when the foule fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets, swallowes the old ratt, and the ditch-dogge, drinkes the greene mantle of the standin F1_scene/11: all-Neut, and the water: that in the furie of his _heart, when the foule Fiend rages, eats Cow-dung for Sallets; swallowes _the old Rat_, and the ditch-Dogge; drinkes the green_ Mantle _of the standin Q1_scene/11: g poole, who is whipt from tithing to tithing, and stoc_k_-punis_ht_ and imprisoned, who_ hath ha_d three su_tes to his back, sixe shirts to his bodie, horse to ride, and weapon to weare. But mis F1_scene/11: g Poole: who is whipt from Tything to Tything, _and stockt, punish'd, and imprison__'_d__: who_ hath three Suites to _his back, sixe shirts to his bod_y: Horse to ride, and weapon __to weare: _But Mi_ Q1_scene/11: _e_ and rats, and such small Deer, Hath been Toms foode_ for seuen long yeare ~~ Beware my follower, peace snu_lbug, peace thou fiend. What_ hath your Grace no better company? The Prince of darken F1_scene/11: ce, and Rats, and such small Deer,_ Have been Toms food_, for seuen long ye___are: Beware my Follower. Peace Smulkin_, peace thou Fiend._ What, hath your Grace no better company? _The Prince of Darken Q1_scene/11: e__s is a Gentleman, modo he is caled and_ _ma hu ~~ Our flesh and blood_ is growne_ so ___vild my Lor_d, that it doth hate what gets it. Poore Tom is a*cold. Go in with me, my dutie cannot suf F1_scene/11: esse is a Gentleman. Modo he is cal_l'__d__, and M_ahu. Our flesh and blood, my Lo_r_d, is grown_e so vilde, that it __doth hate what gets it._ Poore Tom is a-cold._ Go in with me; my dut_y cannot suf Q1_scene/11: fer to obay in all your daughters hard commaunds, though their iniunction be to barre my doores, and let this tyra_nous night take hold upon you, yet have I ven_ter'd to come seeke you out, and bri F1_scene/11: fer To obey in all your _daughters hard comman_ds: Though their Iniunction be to barre _my doores, And let this Tyrannous night take hold upon you, Yet _have I ventur_ed to come seeke you out, And bri Q1_scene/11: ng you where both food_ and fire is readie. First let me talke with this Philosopher, What is the cause of thunder? __My good Lord take his offer, go into the house. I will talke a word with thi F1_scene/11: ng you where __both fire, and food is read_y._ First let me talk_ with this Philosopher,_ What is the cause of Thunder? _Good m__y Lord take his offer, Go into the house._ I will talk_ a word with thi Q1_scene/11: s most learned theban, what is your studie? How to preuent the fiend, and to kill vermine. Let me aske you one word in priuate. Importune h_______i___m to go my Lord, his wits begin to vnsettle F1_scene/11: s same le_rned Theban: What is __your stud_y? __How to preuent the Fiend, and to kill Vermine._ Let me aske you one word in priuate._ Importune him once more to go my Lord, His wits begin _to vnsettle Q1_scene/11: . Canst thou blame him,_ H____________is daughters seeke his death, _O_ that good Kent, He said it would be thus, poore banis_ht man, Thou sayest the King growes mad, i will tell thee friend I am F1_scene/11: ._ Canst thou blame him? Storm still His Daughters seeke his death: Ah, that good Kent,_ He said it would be thus: poore banish'd man: _Thou sayest the King growes mad, I will tell thee Friend _I am Q1_scene/11: almost mad myself, I had a son Now out-lawed from my blood, he sought my life But lately, very late, I lou'd him_ friend No father his son deerer, true to tell thee, The greefe hath craz'd my wit F1_scene/11: almost mad myself. I had a Son, Now out-law'd from my blood: he sought my life _But lately: very late: I lou'd him (Friend) No Father his Son deerer: true to tell thee,_ The greefe hath craz'd my wit Q1_scene/11: s, What a night is this? I do beseech your Grace. O crie you mercie_ _no_b___le Philosopher, your company. __a*_____cold. In fellow there, i__n the houell_ keepe thee warme. Come_ let us in all. F1_scene/11: s. _What a night is this? I do beseech your grace._ O cr_y you merc_y, Sir: Noble Philosopher, your company._ Tom is a-cold._ In fellow there, into the Houel_; keep_ thee warm_._ Come, let us in all._ Q1_scene/11: This way_ my Lord. With him_ I will kee_p sti_l, with my Philosopher. Good my Lord_ sooth him, let him take the fellow. Take him you on. Sirra_ come on, go along with us? Come_ good Athenian. N F1_scene/11: This way, my Lord._ With him; I will keepe still _with my Philosopher._ Good my Lord, sooth him: Let him take the Fellow._ Take him you on._ Sirra, come on: go along with us._ Come, good Athenian._ N Q1_scene/11: o words, no words, hush. Child Rowland, to the darke towne _come, His word was still_ _fy_ f_o_ and fu__m, I smell the blood of a Bri_tis____h___ _man. F1_scene/11: o words, no words, hush._ Child Rowland _to the darke Tower cam_e,_ His word was still, fie, foh, and fumme,_ I smell the blood of a Brittish man. Exeun_t