Kent. Good my lord, enter here.[3671]
Lear. Wilt break my heart?[3672]
Kent. I had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter.[3673] 5
Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm[3674]
Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee;[3675]
But where the greater malady is fix'd
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'ldst shun a bear,[3676]
But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea[3677] 10
Thou'ldst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free[3678]
The body's delicate: the tempest in my mind[3679]
Doth from my senses take all feeling else
Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude![3680]
Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand[3681] 15
For lifting food to't? But I will punish home.[3682]
No, I will weep no more. In such a night[3683]
To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure.[3683]
In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril!
Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave you all,—[3684] 20
O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
No more of that.
Kent. Good my lord, enter here.[3685]
Lear. Prithee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease:[3686]
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in. 25
[To the Fool] In, boy; go first. You houseless poverty,—[3687][3688][3689]
Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,[3691]
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, 30
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you[3692]
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them 35
And show the heavens more just.[3693]
Edg. [Within] Fathom and half, fathom and half![3694][3695]
Poor Tom! [The Fool runs out from the hovel.[3695][3696]
Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help[3697]
me, help me![3697] 40