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Hang fated o’er men’s faults light on thy daughters!

KENT
He hath no daughters, Sir.

LEAR
Death, traitor! nothing could have subdu’d nature
To such a lowness but his unkind daughters.
Is it the fashion that discarded fathers [70]

Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
Judicious punishment! ’twas this flesh begot
Those pelican daughters.

EDGAR
Pillicock sat on Pillicock hill:

Alow, alow, loo, loo! [75]

FOOL

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

EDGAR
Take heed o’th’foul fiend. Obey thy parents; keep thy word’s justice; swear
not; commit not with man’s sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud
array. Tom’s a-cold. [80]

LEAR
What hast thou been?

EDGAR
A servingman, proud in heart and mind; that curl’d my hair, wore gloves in

my cap, serv’d the lust of my mistress’ heart, and did the act of darkness with
her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet
[85] face of Heaven; one that slept in the contriving of lust, and wak’d to do

it. Wine lov’d I deeply, dice dearly, and in woman out-paramour’d the Turk:
false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in
greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the [90] creaking of shoes
nor the rustling of silks betray thy poor heart to woman: keep thy foot out of