Page 1848 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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No, do not.
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out-wall, open this purse, and take [45]
What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia, −
As fear not but you shall − show her this ring,
And she will tell you who that fellow is
That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm!
I will go seek the King. [50]
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. [55]
(Exeunt severally.)
Scene II IT
(Another part of the Heath.) Storm still.
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 sulph’rous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, [5]
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o’th’world!
Crack Nature’s moulds, all germens spill at once
That makes ingrateful man!
FOOL
