[Storm continues.]
LEAR.
What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?
Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give ’em all?
FOOL.
Nay, he reserv’d a blanket, else we had been all shamed.
LEAR.
Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air
Hang fated o’er men’s faults light on thy daughters!
KENT.
He hath no daughters, sir.
LEAR.
Death, traitor! nothing could have subdu’d nature
To such a lowness but his unkind daughters.
Is it the fashion that discarded fathers
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
Judicious punishment! ’twas this flesh begot
Those pelican daughters.
EDGAR.
Pillicock sat on Pillicock hill,
Alow, alow, loo loo!
FOOL.
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
EDGAR.
Take heed o’ th’ foul fiend: obey thy parents; keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man’s sworn spouse; set not thy sweet-heart on proud array. Tom’s a-cold.
LEAR.
What hast thou been?