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GLOUCESTER . Go to ; say you nothing . There is division between the Dukes , and a worse matter than that : I have received a letter this night ; — ’ tis dangerous to be spoken ; — I have locked the letter in my closet : these injuries the King now bears will be revenged home ; there’s part of a power already footed : we must incline to the King . I will look him , and privily relieve him : go you and maintain talk with the Duke , that my charity be not of him perceived : if he ask for me , I am ill , and gone to bed . If I die for it , as no less is threatened me , the King my old master must be relieved . There is some strange thing toward , Edmund ; pray you be careful . [ Exit . ] EDMUND . This courtesy , forbid thee , shall the Duke Instantly know ; and of that letter too . This seems a fair deserving , and must draw me That which my father loses , no less than all : The younger rises when the old doth fall . [ Exit . ] SCENE IV . A part of the Heath with a Hovel Storm continues . Enter Lear , Kent and Fool . KENT . Here is the place , my lord ; good my lord , enter : The tyranny of the open night’s too rough For nature to endure . LEAR . Let me alone . KENT . Good my lord , enter here . LEAR . Wilt break my heart ? KENT . I had rather break mine own . Good my lord , enter . 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 ’ the mouth . When the mind’s free , The body’s delicate : the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there . Filial ingratitude ! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to’t ? But I will punish home ; No , I will weep no more . In such a night To shut me out ! Pour on ; I will endure : 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 . Prythee 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 . [ To the Fool . ] In , boy ; go first . You houseless poverty , Nay , get thee in . I’ll pray , and then I’ll sleep . [ Fool goes in . ] Poor naked wretches , wheresoe’er you are , That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm , How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides , Your loop’d and window’d raggedness , defend you 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 And show the heavens more just . EDGAR . [ Within . ] Fathom and half , fathom and half ! Poor Tom ! [ The Fool runs out from the hovel . ] FOOL . Come not in here , nuncle , here’s a spirit . Help me , help me ! KENT . Give me thy hand . Who’s there ?
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