_Lear._ Let the great gods,[3609][3614] That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,[3609][3615] 50 Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,[3609] That hast within thee undivulged crimes,[3609] Unwhipp'd of justice: hide thee, thou bloody hand;[3609] Thou perjured, and thou simular man of virtue[3609][3616] That art incestuous: caitiff, to pieces shake,[3609][3617] 55 That under covert and convenient seeming[3609][3618] Hast practised on man's life: close pent-up guilts,[3609][3619] Rive your concealing continents and cry[3609][3620] These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man[3609] More sinn'd against than sinning.[3621] _Kent._ Alack, bare-headed![3622] 60 Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;[3622] Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest:[3622] Repose you there; while I to this hard house--[3622][3623] More harder than the stones whereof 'tis raised;[3622][3624] Which even but now, demanding after you,[3622][3625] 65 Denied me to come in--return, and force[3622] Their scanted courtesy.[3622] _Lear._ My wits begin to turn.[3626] Come on, my boy: how dost, my boy? art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?[3627] The art of our necessities is strange,[3628] 70 That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.[3628][3629][3630] Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart[3628][3630][3631] That's sorry yet for thee.[3632] _Fool._ [_Singing_] He that has and a little tiny wit,--[3633][3634][3635] With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,--[3634][3636] 75 Must make content with his fortunes fit,[3634] For the rain it raineth every day.[3634][3637] _Lear._ True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this hovel. [_Exeunt Lear and Kent._[3638]