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King Lear, Scene 11

In this excerpt from King Lear, Lear and Kent discuss the harshness of the storm and Lear's emotional turmoil over his ungrateful daughters, Regan and Goneril. Lear reflects on the plight of the poor and the injustices faced by those without shelter, while Edgar, disguised as a beggar, shares his own suffering. The scene highlights themes of madness, loyalty, and the human condition amidst adversity.

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King Lear, Scene 11

In this excerpt from King Lear, Lear and Kent discuss the harshness of the storm and Lear's emotional turmoil over his ungrateful daughters, Regan and Goneril. Lear reflects on the plight of the poor and the injustices faced by those without shelter, while Edgar, disguised as a beggar, shares his own suffering. The scene highlights themes of madness, loyalty, and the human condition amidst adversity.

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Sc. 11 Storm.

Enter King Lear, The Earl of Kent disguised,


and Lear’s Fool
KENT
Here is the place, my lord; good my lord, enter:
The tyranny of the open night's too rough

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For nature to endure.
LEAR Let me alone.
KENT leavemealonesolice stubborn
Good my lord, enter here.
LEAR Wilt break my heart?
KENT
I had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter.
LEAR loyaltyto Lear
Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm
Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee;
But where the greater malady is fix'd,
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear,
But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea
Thou'dst meet the bear i' th’ mouth. When the mind's
free,
The body's delicate. This tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling else Lear'ssensitivity
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Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand
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No, I will weep no more.––
In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril,
Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all––
O, that way madness lies. Let me shun that.
No more of that.
KENT
Good my lord, enter here.
LEAR
Prithee, go in thyself. Seek thine own ease.
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more; but I'll go in.
stormkeepshim from thinking
[Exit Fool]
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Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless night,

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How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en
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interesting side
Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp,
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
to his
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them
And show the heavens more just.
affect madness
growing
Enter Lear’s Fool

FOOL
Come not in here, nuncle; here's a spirit. Help me,
help me!
KENT
Give me thy hand. Who's there?
FOOL
Edgar
onTom.
A spirit. He says his name's poor
KENT
What art thou that dost grumble there in the straw?
Come forth.

[Enter EDGAR disguised as a Bedlam beggar]

EDGAR
Away, the foul fiend follows me. Through the sharp
hawthorn blows the cold wind. Go to thy cold bed, and
warm thee.
LEAR
Hast thou given all to thy two daughters?
And art thou come to this?
EDGAR statismethtive
Who gives any thing to poor Tom, whom the foul
fiend hath led through fire and through ford and whirly-
pool o'er bog and quagmire; that has laid knives under
his pillow, and halters in his pew; set ratsbane by his
potage; made film proud of heart, to ride on a bay trot
ting-horse over four-inched bridges, to course his own
shadow for a traitor. Bless thy five wits, Tom's a-cold!
Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking.
Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes.
There could I have him now, and there, and there and

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there again.

LEAR
What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?
(To Edgar) Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give
them all?
FOOL Walost hismind
Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all
shamed.
LEAR (to Edgar)
Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air
Hang fated o'er men's faults fall on thy daughters!
KENT insane crazy
He hath no daughters, sir.
LEAR
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Death, traitor! Nothing could have subdued ofsfiqy.gg
nature

Eliff To such a lowness but his unkind daughters.


(To Edgar) Is it the fashion that discarded fathers
Insane Should have thus little mercy on their flesh? diction harsh
Judicious punishment: 'twas this flesh begot
Those pelican daughters.
pain inflicted
by
daughters
EDGAR Rapitiful
Pillicock sat on pillicock-hill; a lo, lo, lo. state of
FOOL man
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
EDGAR fool wisdom for shadowing
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. to
LEAR
What hast thou been?
EDGAR nwhatisyourpast
A servingman, proud in heart and mind, that
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curled my hair, wore gloves in my cap, served the lust of
my mistress' heart, and did the act of darkness with her;
math
swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in
the sweet face of heaven; one that slept in the contriving
of lust, and waked to do it. Wine loved I deeply, dice
dearly, and in woman out-paramoured the Turk. False
animal metaphous
pofstealth,
heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in
wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks be-
tray thy poor heart to woman. Keep thy foot out of
brothel, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders'
book, and defy the foul fiend. Still through the hawthorn
blows the cold wind. Heigh no nonny. Dolphin, my boy,
my boy! Cease, let him trot by.

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LEAR
thou would
Why,you
be
ao wert better in thy grave than to answer
with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is
man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest
the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool,
the cat no perfume. Here's three on 's are sophisticated;
thou art the thing itself. Unaccommodated man is no
more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.
Off, off, you lendings! Come on, be true.
manwithout the
mtakesofclothes
Tara constraints of society
sanebe content. This is a naughty night is freelike Edgar
FOOL
benuncle,
Prithee,
to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old
lecher's heart––a small spark, all the rest on 's body
cold.

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wisdom

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