Enter LEAR, KENT disguised, and FOOL
Here is the place, my lord. Good my lord, enter.
The tyranny of the open night’s too rough
For nature to endure.
Good my lord, enter here.
Wilt break my heart?
5I had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter.
Thou think’st ’tis much that this contentious storm
Invades us to the skin. So ’tis to thee.
But where the greater malady is fixed
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou’dst shun a bear,
10But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea
Thou’dst meet the bear i' th' mouth. When the mind’s free,
The body’s delicate. The tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling else
Save what beats there—filial ingratitude.
15Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand
For lifting food to ’t? But I will punish home.
No, I will weep no more. In such a night
To shut me out! Pour on, I will endure.
In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril,
20Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all—
Oh, that way madness lies. Let me shun that.
No more of that.