Page 1859 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

And bring you where both fire and food is ready.

LEAR
First let me talk with this philosopher. [145]
What is the cause of thunder?

KENT
Good my Lord, take his offer; go into th’house.

LEAR
I’ll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?

EDGAR
How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin. [150]

LEAR
Let me ask you one word in private.

KENT
Importune him once more to go, my Lord;
His wits begin t’unsettle.

GLOUCESTER
Canst thou blame him?

(Storm still.)
His daughters seek his death. Ah! that good Kent;
He said it would be thus, poor banish’d man! [155]
Thou say’st the king grows mad; I’ll tell thee, friend,
I am almost mad myself. I had a son,

Now outlaw’d from my blood; he sought my life,
But lately, very late; I lov’d him, friend,
No father his son dearer; true to tell thee, [160]

The grief hath craz’d my wits. What a night’s this!
I do beseech your Grace, −

LEAR