M. VVilliam Shake-speare, his true chronicle history of the life and death of King Lear, and his three daughters

The nincry 0} Kwg Ledr.
Lwr.Thou think ft tis much^hac this crulentious ftorme
Inuade* vs to the skin,fo tis to thee.
But where the greater malady is fixe.
The lefler is fcarfe felt,thou wouldft ftiun a Bcare
But if thy flight lay toward the raging fea,
Thoud-ft m«ce the beare it’h mouth.when the mind** free.
The bodies delicate,the tempeft in my minde
Doth from my fences take all feeling elfe, *
Sane what beares their filiall ingratitude.
Is it not as this mouth (hould tcare this hand
For lifting food to it ? but I will punifti fure;
No I will vveepe no more; in fuch a night as this!
O Regan{jo»orillyowi old kinde father
Whole franke heart gaue you all,0 that way madnefle liea.
Let me Ihunne that,no more of that*
Jfwrf.Good my Lord enter.
Z,**r.Prethee go in thy felfe,fccke thy owne cafe.
This tempeft will not giue roe leaue to ponder
On things would hurt me more,but He go in,
Poore naked wretches,where fo ere you are *
That bide the pelting of this pittilefle night.
How (hall your houfe.ldfc heads,and vnfed fides.
Your loopt and windowed raggedneffe defend you
From feafons fuch as thefe,01 haue tane
Too little care ofthis,takephyftckepompe,
Expofe thy felfe to feele what wretches feele,
That thou maift (hake the fuperflux to-them.
And fhew the heauens more iuft. *
^^F^.Come not in here Nuncklc,here’s a fpmt,helpe me,help
KentXI iue me thy hand,who s there ?
Toole,K fpirit,hc fayes his name is poore Tom,
Kent, What art thou that doft grumble there inthe ftraw ?
^ comefoorth.
Away, the foule fiend followes me, through the fbarpe
thee 0mC bl0WCS lhC C°Id g0C t0 thy coI<1 bccl & warmc
Lew,
The H'tprjff King Le/tr.
U#* Haft thou giuen all to thy two daughters; and art tnot,
'who etues any thing to poore 7W, whom the foole
fien^hithled throughfire.and throghfoord, and vvhirli-poole,
ore bog and quagmire,that has laide kniues vnder h.a p.llow, &
^cersm his pue.fet ratsbane by his pottage, made h,m proud
of heart.to ride on a bay trotting horfe ouer foure incht bridg¬
es to courfehis owne (hadow for a traitor, bleffe thy flue wits,
Tms a cold.bleffe thee from whitle-windes.ftarre-blutting, 8t
taking do poore Tow f»me charity .whom the foule fiend vexes,
there could I haue hinuiow.and there.and there agame.
Lwr.What,his daughters brought him to this pafle,
Couldft thou faue nothing ? didft thou giue them all?
Toole, Nay he referued a blanket, elfe wee had beene all fha-*
01 iwr.Now all the plagues that in the pendulous ayre
Hang fated ore mens £aults,fall on thy daughters.
JCwf.He hath no daughters fir.
Le<ir. Death traitor .nothing could haue fubdued nature
To fuch a lowne{Te,but his vnkinde daughters,
Is it the faftiion that difearded fathers.
Should haue thus little mercy on their fleft1^
Judicious puniftiment,twas this flelh
Begot thofePel cane<laughters.
f^.Pilicock fate on pelicocks hill,a lo lo lo.
Toole, This cold night will turne vs all to fooles & madmen*
Bdg.TiVc heed of the fouic fiend,obey thy parents,keepe thy
Wortls iuftlyTweare not, commit not with mans fworne fpoufe,
fet not thy fweet heart on proud array; Toms a cold.
Zerfr.What haft thoubeene ?
Edg.\ (eruingman,proud in heart and minde, that curldc my
haite,wore gloues in my cap,ferued the luft of my miftris heart,
anddid thea&cofdarkneffewithher, fworeas many oaths as I
fpake words, and broke them in the fweete face of heauen,one
that flept in the conrriuing of luft, and wak’t to do it, wine lo¬
wed I deepely, dice dearely, and in woman, outparamord the
Tutke/aifc of heart,light of eare,bloudy of hand, hog in floth.
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