_Kent_. Here is the place, my lord; good my lord, enter:[3668] The tyranny of the open night's too rough[3668][3669] For nature to endure. [_Storm still._[3668][3670] _Lear._ Let me alone.[3671] _Kent._ Good my lord, enter here.[3671] _Lear._ Wilt break my heart?[3672] _Kent._ I had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter.[3673] 5 _Lear._ Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm[3674] Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee;[3675] But where the greater malady is fix'd The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'ldst shun a bear,[3676] But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea[3677] 10 Thou'ldst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free[3678] The body's delicate: the tempest in my mind[3679] Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude![3680] Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand[3681] 15 For lifting food to't? But I will punish home.[3682] No, I will weep no more. In such a night[3683] To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure.[3683] In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave you all,--[3684] 20 O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that. _Kent._ Good my lord, enter here.[3685] _Lear._ Prithee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease:[3686] This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in. 25 [_To the Fool_] In, boy; go first. You houseless poverty,--[3687][3688][3689] Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. [_Fool goes in._[3688][3690] Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,[3691] How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, 30 Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you[3692] 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 35 And show the heavens more just.[3693] _Edg._ [_Within_] Fathom and half, fathom and half![3694][3695] Poor Tom! [_The Fool runs out from the hovel._[3695][3696] _Fool._ Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help[3697] me, help me![3697] 40 _Kent._ Give me thy hand. Who's there?[3698] _Fool._ A spirit, a spirit: he says his name's poor Tom.[3699] _Kent._ What art thou that dost grumble there i' the straw?[3700][3701] Come forth.[3700] _Enter_ EDGAR _disguised as a madman_.[3702]