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Repose you there, while I to this hard house,
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(More harder then the stones whereof 'tis rais'd,
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Which euen but now, demanding after you,
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Deny'd me to come in) returne, and force
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Their scanted curtesie
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Lear. My wits begin to turne.
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Come on my boy. How dost my boy? Art cold?
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I am cold my selfe. Where is this straw, my Fellow?
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The Art of our Necessities is strange,
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And can make vilde things precious. Come, your Houel;
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Poore Foole, and Knaue, I haue one part in my heart
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That's sorry yet for thee
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Foole. He that has and a little-tyne wit,
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With heigh-ho, the Winde and the Raine,
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Must make content with his Fortunes fit,
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Though the Raine it raineth euery day
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Le. True Boy: Come bring vs to this Houell.
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Enter.
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Foole. This is a braue night to coole a Curtizan:
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Ile speake a Prophesie ere I go:
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When Priests are more in word, then matter;
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When Brewers marre their Malt with water;
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When Nobles are their Taylors Tutors,
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No Heretiques burn'd, but wenches Sutors;
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When euery Case in Law, is right;
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No Squire in debt, nor no poore Knight;
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When Slanders do not liue in Tongues;
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Nor Cut-purses come not to throngs;
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When Vsurers tell their Gold i'th' Field,
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And Baudes, and whores, do Churches build,
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Then shal the Realme of Albion, come to great confusion:
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Then comes the time, who liues to see't,
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That going shalbe vs'd with feet.
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This prophecie Merlin shall make, for I liue before his time.
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Enter.
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Enter Gloster, and Edmund.
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Glo. Alacke, alacke Edmund, I like not this vnnaturall
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dealing; when I desired their leaue that I might pity him,
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they tooke from me the vse of mine owne house, charg'd
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me on paine of perpetuall displeasure, neither to speake
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of him, entreat for him, or any way sustaine him
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Bast. Most sauage and vnnaturall
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Glo. Go too; say you nothing. There is diuision betweene
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the Dukes, and a worsse matter then that: I haue
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receiued a Letter this night, 'tis dangerous to be spoken,
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I haue lock'd the Letter in my Closset, these iniuries the
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King now beares, will be reuenged home; ther is part of
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a Power already footed, we must incline to the King, I
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will looke him, and priuily relieue him; goe you and
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maintaine talke with the Duke, that my charity be not of
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him perceiued; If he aske for me, I am ill, and gone to
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bed, if I die for it, (as no lesse is threatned me) the King
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my old Master must be relieued. There is strange things
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toward Edmund, pray you be carefull.
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Enter.
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Bast. This Curtesie forbid thee, shall the Duke
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Instantly know, and of that Letter too;
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This seemes a faire deseruing, and must draw me
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That which my Father looses: no lesse then all,
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The yonger rises, when the old doth fall.
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Enter.
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Scena Quarta.
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Enter Lear, Kent, and Foole.
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Kent. Here is the place my Lord, good my Lord enter,
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The tirrany of the open night's too rough
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For Nature to endure.
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Storme still
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Lear. Let me alone
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Kent. Good my Lord enter heere
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Lear. Wilt breake my heart?
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Kent. I had rather breake mine owne,
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Good my Lord enter
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Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storme
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Inuades vs to the skin so: 'tis to thee,
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