Q1_scene/9: n="9" ty__pe="_scene"> Enter Lear_ and Foole. Blow win__d_ and cracke your cheekes, rage, blow You catericke_s, and Hi__r_ca_nios spout_ ti_l you have drencht_, _The steeples_ drown'd the cockes, F1_scene/9: n="2">Storme _sti_ll._ Enter Lear, and Foole._ Blow windes, and crack_ your cheek_s; Rage, blow _You Catarac__ts, and H_yrricano's_ spout, Till you have drench_'d _our_ Steeples, drown __the Cockes. Q1_scene/9: you sulpherous and Thought executing fires, vaunt-curre_rs to O_ke-cleauing thunder_boults, sin_ge my white head, And thou all-shaking thunder, _smite flat The thicke Rotunditie of the world, cra F1_scene/9: You Sulph'rous and _Thought-executing Fires, Vaunt-curriors of __Oake-cleauing Thunder-bo_lts, Sindge my white head. _And thou all-shaking Thunder, Strike flat _the thicke Rotundit_y of the world, Cra Q1_scene/9: cke natures M_ol_d, all Germai_ns spill at once that mak_e Ingratefull man. O Nunckle, Court holy water in a drie house Is better than this raine water out _a*doore, Good Nunckle_ in, and aske th F1_scene/9: cke Natures _moulds, all germaines spill at once That makes _ingratefull Man._ O Nunk_le, Court holy-water in a dr_y house, is better than this Rain_-water out of doore. _Good Nunk_le, In, a____ske th Q1_scene/9: y daughters blessing, Here is a night pi_ties n_ether wise man_ nor fool_e. Rumble thy belly full, spit fire, spout raine, Nor raine, win_d, thunder, fire are my daughters, I taske not you_ you el F1_scene/9: y Daughters blessing, _here is a night pitties neither Wise_men, nor Fooles __Rumble thy belly full: spit Fire, spowt Raine: _Nor Raine, Winde, Thunder, Fire are my Daughters; _I taxe_ not you, you El Q1_scene/9: ements with vnkindne__s, I never gaue you kingdome, ca_l_d you children, You owe me no subscription, why then let fall your horrible pl_esure Here I stand your slaue, a poore_ infirme_ wea_k_ and F1_scene/9: ements with vnkindnesse._ I never gaue you Kingdome, call'd you Children; _You owe me no subscription. T____hen let fall Your horrible __pleasure. Here I stand your Slaue, A poore, infirme, weake, and Q1_scene/9: Despis'd ould man, but yet I call you seruile Ministers, that have with 2. __pernit___ious daughters i_oin'd Your high-engen_dred batte___l_ against a head so old_ and white As this___, _O_ it i F1_scene/9: _dispis'd o_ld man: But yet I call you Seruile _Ministers, That will with ___two p_ernicious Daughters ioyn_e_ _Your high-engender'd Battailes, against a head So old, and white __as this. O, ho! it i Q1_scene/9: s foule. He that has a house to put his head in, has a good hea_dpeece, the Codpeece that will house_ before the head, has any_ the head_ and he shall lowse, so beggers ma_ry many, the man that ma F1_scene/9: s foule._ He that has a house to put his head In, has a good _Head-peece: The Codpiece that will house, before the head _has _any; The Head, and he shall Lowse: so Beggers marry many. The _man that ma Q1_scene/9: kes his toe, what he his heart should make, shall have a corne cry woe, and turne his sleepe to wake, for there was never yet fair woman_ but she made mouthes in a glasse. ___No ___I_ will_ be t_ F1_scene/9: kes his Toe, what he his H_art should make, Shall _o__f a Corne cry woe, and turne his sleepe to wake. For _there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouthes in a __glasse._ Enter Kent. N__o, I_ wi Q1_scene/9: he patterne o_f _a____ll patience Enter ___Ke_nt. I will say nothing. Who is there? Marry here is Grace, and a codp__is, that is a wiseman_ and a foole. Alas sir, _sit you here? Things that lo F1_scene/9: ll b_e_____ the patterne o__f____ _al__l patience,_ I will say nothing._ Who is there? _Marry here is Grace, and a Codpiece, that is a Wiseman, and __a Foole._ Alas Sir _are_ you here? _Things that lo Q1_scene/9: ve night, love not such nights as these, The wrathfull Skies gallow, the very wandere_r of the Darke, and makes them keepe their caues, Since I was man, such sheets of fire, Such bursts of horred F1_scene/9: ve night, Love not such nights as these: _The wrathfull Skies Gallow _the very wanderers of the _darke _And make_ them keepe their Caues: _Since I was man, Such sheets of Fire, _such bursts of horrid Q1_scene/9: thunder, such gro_nes of Roaring winde, and rayne, I ne'r_e remember To have heard, mans nature cannot carry The affliction, nor the __force. Let the great Go__ds that keepe this dreadfu_l Powth F1_scene/9: Thunder, Such groanes of _roaring Winde, and Raine, I ne_ver Remember _to have heard. Mans Nature cannot carry __The affliction, nor the fear_e_._ Let the great Goddes That keepe this dreadfull _p_u_d Q1_scene/9: _er over our heades, find out their enemies now, Tremble thou wretch_ that hast within thee Vndivulged crimes, vnwhipt of Iustice, Hide thee_ thou bloudy hand, thou periur'd, and Thou simular man F1_scene/9: der over our head_s, Find out their enemies now. _Tremble thou Wretch, That hast within thee _vndivulged Crimes _Vnwhipt of Iustice. _Hide thee, thou Bloudy hand; Thou Periur'd, and _thou Simular of__ Q1_scene/9: of vertue that art inces_tious, Cayti_fe_ in peeces shake, that under couert And conuenient seeming, hast practised on mans life, Close pent-up guilts, riue your concea__led ce_nt__er_s, And cry t F1_scene/9: __ Vertue That art Incestuo_us. _Caytiffe, to peeces shake _That under couert, and conuenient seeming _Has_ practis'd on mans life. _Close pent-vp guilts, Riue your concealing_ C_ontinents, _and cry T Q1_scene/9: hese dreadfull summoners grace, I am a man_ more si_n_d against_ their sinning. Alack_ bare-headed, gracious my Lord, hard by here is a houell, some friendship will it lend you against the tempest, F1_scene/9: hese dreadfull Summoners grace. _I am a man, More sinn'd against, than_ sinning._ Alack, bare-headed? Gracious my Lord, hard by here is _a Houell, Some friendship will it lend you against the Tempest: Q1_scene/9: repose you there, whilst I to this hard house,_ more har__d than is the ston_e whereof it is rais'd, which euen but now_ demaunding after _me, denide me to come in, returne_ and force their scant F1_scene/9: Repose _you there, whil_e I to this hard house, (More harder th__an_ _the stones whereof it is rais'd, Which _even but now, deman_ding _after you, Deny'd me to come in) returne, and force Their scant Q1_scene/9: ed curtesie. My wi_t begins to turne, 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 vil_d th F1_scene/9: ed __curtesie._ My wits begin_ to turne._ 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, And_ can __make vilde th Q1_scene/9: ings precious, come_ yo_u houell_ poor_________________e,_ ______________________F______________________oo_l__e_ _________________a_________nd_ ________k_n______au_e, ____________I_ __hav___________e F1_scene/9: ings precious. Come, your Houel_; Poore Foole, and Knaue, I have one part in my heart That is sorry yet for thee. He that has and a little-tyne">little tiny wit, With heigh-ho, the Winde and the Q1_scene/9: o__ne_ ___p______a____rt __o____f ______my heart ___T___________h_at s___orr_____ow__es_ __y__e_t_ __________f__o_r t______h_ee._ __He_ t_____h_____a_t _____________h___a______s_ a ___littl__e__ _ F1_scene/9: Raine, Must make content with his Fortunes f_it_,_ Though the Raine it rainet_h every day. True Boy: Come bring us to this Houell. Exit. This is a braue night to coole a Curtizan: I will s_peak a P Q1_scene/9: __t____________iny_ w_______i_tt________________e, w_____i_t_h_ ___h_____e_y _____________h_o __t____h_e_ w______________________i__________nd ____a____________n_d_ ____t___h_e _____r_a_______i_n____ F1_scene/9: rophesie ere I go_: When Priests are more in word, than matter; When Brewers marre their Malt with water; When Nobles are their Taylors Tutors, No Heretiques burn'd, but wenches Sutors; When every Cas Q1_scene/9: _______e, ______must_ _______m_a_k____e_ c_______ont_e____nt_ w_________i_t__h h__________i______s_ f___o___r_tu_n_____e_____s f____it, __f_o______r t___________________h______e _r__ain__e, ________ F1_scene/9: e in Law, is right__; No Squire in debt, nor no poore Knight; When Slanders do not live in Tongues; Nor Cut-purses come not to throngs; When Vsurers tell their Gold in the Field,_ And Baudes, and whor Q1_scene/9: it_ _r_ai_n_____et__h_ __________eu________________ery_ ________________da____y. Tru_________________e_ _______my g_oo_d boy, _____co_m______e __b_r____in_____g_ u__s _t_____________o t_h_____is_ ___ F1_scene/9: es, do Churches build, Then shall the Realme of Albion, come to great confusion: _T__hen comes the time, who liues to see it_, That going shall be vs'd with feet. This prophecie Merlin shall make, for Q1_scene/9: __h_ou___________________e_ll? F1_scene/9: I live before his time. Exit.___