Kent. Give me thy hand. Who's there?[3698]
Fool. A spirit, a spirit: he says his name's poor Tom.[3699]
Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i' the straw?[3700][3701]
Come forth.[3700]
Enter Edgar disguised as a madman.[3702]
Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me! 'Through the[3703][3704][3705][3706] 45
sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind.' Hum! go to thy[3704][3706][3707]
cold bed and warm thee.[3704][3708]
Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters? and[3709][3710]
art thou come to this?[3709]
Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom? whom the 50
foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through[3711]
ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid[3712]
knives under his pillow and halters in his pew; set ratsbane[3713]
by his porridge; made him proud of heart, to ride on[3714]
a bay trotting-horse over four-inched bridges, to course his[3715] 55
own shadow for a traitor. Bless thy five wits! Tom's[3716]
a-cold. O, do de, do de, do de. Bless thee from whirlwinds,[3716][3717]
star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some[3718]
charity, whom the foul fiend vexes. There could I have him
now, and there, and there again, and there. [Storm still.[3719]60
Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?[3720]
Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give them all?[3721]
Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all
shamed.[3722]
Lear. Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air 65
Hang fated o'er men's faults light on thy daughters![3723]