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GENTLEMAN . I will talk further with you . KENT . No , do not . For confirmation that I am much more Than my out - wall , open this purse , and take What it contains . If you shall see Cordelia , As fear not but you shall , show her this ring ; And she will tell you who your fellow is That yet you do not know . Fie on this storm ! I will go seek the King . GENTLEMAN . Give me your hand : have you no more to say ? KENT . Few words , but , to effect , more than all yet : That , when we have found the King , in which your pain That way , I’ll this ; he that first lights on him Holla the other . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE II . Another part of the heath Storm continues . Enter Lear and Fool . LEAR . Blow , winds , and crack your cheeks ! Rage ! blow ! You cataracts and hurricanoes , spout Till you have drench’d our steeples , drown’d the cocks ! You sulphurous and thought - executing fires , Vaunt - couriers to oak - cleaving thunderbolts , Singe my white head ! And thou , all - shaking thunder , Strike flat the thick rotundity o ’ the world ! Crack nature’s moulds , all germens spill at once , That make ingrateful man ! FOOL . O nuncle , court holy - water in a dry house is better than this rain - water out o ’ door . Good nuncle , in ; and ask thy daughters blessing : here’s a night pities neither wise men nor fools . LEAR . Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit , fire ! spout , rain ! Nor rain , wind , thunder , fire are my daughters ; I tax not you , you elements , with unkindness . I never gave you kingdom , call’d you children ; You owe me no subscription : then let fall Your horrible pleasure . Here I stand your slave , A poor , infirm , weak , and despis’d old man : But yet I call you servile ministers , That will with two pernicious daughters join Your high - engender’d battles ’ gainst a head So old and white as this ! O ! O ! ’ tis foul ! FOOL . He that has a house to put’s head in has a good head - piece . The codpiece that will house Before the head has any , The head and he shall louse : So beggars marry many . The man that makes his toe What he his heart should make Shall of a corn cry woe , And turn his sleep to wake . For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass . LEAR . No , I will be the pattern of all patience ; I will say nothing . Enter Kent . KENT . Who’s there ? FOOL . Marry , here’s grace and a codpiece ; that’s a wise man and a fool .
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