Act 3, scene 4

Scene IV. A part of the Heath with a Hovel. Storm continues.

[Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool.]

Kent.
Here is the place, my lord; good my lord, enter:
The tyranny of the open night’s too rough
For nature to endure.Video

Lear.
Let me alone.

Kent.
Good my lord, enter here.

Lear.
Wilt break my heart?

Kent.
I had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter.

Lear.
Thou think’st ’tis much that this contentious storm
Invades us to the skin: so ’tis to thee
But where the greater malady is fix’d,
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou’dst shun a bear;

Thou’dst meet the bear i’ the 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!
Is 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!—
Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all,—
O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
No more of that.

Kent.
Good my lord, enter here.

Lear.
Pr’ythee go in thyself; seek thine own ease:
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more.—But I’ll go in.—
[To the Fool.] In, boy; go first.—You houseless poverty,—
Nay, get thee in. I’ll pray, and then I’ll sleep.—

[Fool goes in.]

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop’d and window’d raggedness, defend you
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
And show the heavens more just.

Edg.
[Within.] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom!

[The Fool runs out from the hovel.]

Fool.
Come not in here, nuncle, here’s a spirit.
Help me, help me!

Kent.
Give me thy hand.—Who’s there?

Fool.
A spirit, a spirit: he says his name’s poor Tom.

Kent.
What art thou that dost grumble there i’ the straw?
Come forth.

[Enter Edgar, disguised as a madman.]

Edg.
Away! the foul fiend follows me!—
Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind.—
Hum! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Lear.
Didst thou give all to thy two daughters?
And art thou come to this?

Edg.
Who gives anything to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o’er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow and halters in his pew, set ratsbane by his porridge; made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting horse over four-inched bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor.—Bless thy five wits!—Tom’s a-cold.—O, do de, do de, do de.—Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes:—there could I have him now,—and there,—and there again, and there. [Storm continues.]

Lear.
What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?—
Couldst thou save nothing? Didst thou give ’em all?

Fool.
Nay, he reserv’d a blanket, else we had been all shamed.

Lear.
Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air
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
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?Video

Judicious punishment! ’twas this flesh begot
Those pelican daughters.

Edg.
Pillicock sat on Pillicock-hill:—
Halloo, halloo, loo loo!

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

Edg.
Take heed o’ th’ foul fiend: obey thy parents; keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man’s sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. Tom’s a-cold.

Lear.
What hast thou been?

Edg.
A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair; wore gloves in my cap; served 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 face of heaven: one that slept in the contriving of lust, and waked to do it: wine loved 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 creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray thy poor heart to woman: keep thy foot out of brothel, thy hand out of placket, thy pen from lender’s book, and defy the foul fiend.—Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind: says suum, mun, nonny. Dolphin my boy, boy, sessa! let him trot by.

[Storm still continues.]

Lear.
Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies.—Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume.—Ha! here’s three on’s are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.—Off, off, you lendings!—Come, unbutton here. [Tears off his clothes.]

Fool.
Pr’ythee, nuncle, be contented; ’tis a naughty night to swim in.—Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher’s heart,—a small spark, all the rest on’s body cold.—Look, here comes a walking fire.

Edg.
This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins at curfew,
and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin,
squints the eye, and makes the harelip; mildews the white wheat,
and hurts the poor creature of earth.
Swithold footed thrice the old;
He met the nightmare, and her nine-fold;
Bid her alight
And her troth plight,
And aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!

Kent.
How fares your grace?

[Enter Gloster with a torch.]

Lear.
What’s he?

Kent.
Who’s there? What is’t you seek?

Glou.
What are you there? Your names?

Edg.
Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old rat and the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the standing pool; who is whipped from tithing to tithing, and stocked, punished, and imprisoned; who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapons to wear;— But mice and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom’s food for seven long year. Beware my follower.—Peace, Smulkin; peace, thou fiend!

Glou.
What, hath your grace no better company?

Edg.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman:
Modo he’s call’d, and Mahu.

Glou.
Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so vile
That it doth hate what gets it.

Edg.
Poor Tom’s a-cold.

Glou.
Go in with me: my duty cannot suffer
To obey in all your daughters’ hard commands;
Though their injunction be to bar my doors,
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,
Yet have I ventur’d to come seek you out
And bring you where both fire and food is ready.

Lear.
First let me talk with this philosopher.—
What is the cause of thunder?

Kent.
Good my lord, take his offer; go into the house.

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

Edg.
How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin.

Lear.
Let me ask you one word in private.

Kent.
Importune him once more to go, my lord;
His wits begin to unsettle.

Glou.
Canst thou blame him?
His daughters seek his death:—ah, that good Kent!—
He said it would be thus,—poor banish’d man!—
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,
[Storm continues.]
The grief hath craz’d my wits.—What a night’s this!—
I do beseech your grace,—

Lear.
O, cry you mercy, sir.—
Noble philosopher, your company.

Edg.
Tom’s a-cold.

Glou.
In, fellow, there, into the hovel; keep thee warm.

Lear.
Come, let’s in all.

Kent.
This way, my lord.

Lear.
With him;
I will keep still with my philosopher.

Kent.
Good my lord, soothe him; let him take the fellow.

Glou.
Take him you on.

Kent.
Sirrah, come on; go along with us.

Lear.
Come, good Athenian.

Glou.
No words, no words: hush.

Edg.
Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still—Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.

[Exeunt.]

Jacqueline Muallem<br /> Although the symbol of water cannot be found in King Lear, I chose to symbolize Lear’s madness with it myself. It goes without saying that no human can function let alone survive without their mind. Our brains allow us to feel, direct the mechanisms of our bodies, allows us to think, breathe, learn, create… they are amazing organs that not only give us life but give us meaning. Likewise, water is the source of life. No living organism can function without water. Additionally, water serves as a home for aquatic ecosystems, cools down animals on a hot sweltering day, allows humans to create delicious foods that unite a family at a dinner table, the list is endless. However, both can also take away life. The inability of a brain to function correctly can end a life. Many people drown in water every year. I attempted to show what was occurring in Lear’s mind by showing a person drowning in water. For example, the whirlpool represents the madness that can overcome a mind brought on by aging as exhibited in the character of King Lear. I expressed these ideas in <em><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>The Water Calls</strong></span></em>. <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><em><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>The Water Calls</strong></span></em><br /> The transparent, crystalline river<br /> Ebbs and Flows.<br /> Backandforth, backandforth, backandforth.<br /> It is hypnotic,<br /> Calling to me from where<br /> I stand.</p> <p>A brilliantly colored fish<br /> Leaps jubilantly out of the<br /> Water.<br /> Its scales glisten in the<br /> Sun’s marigold<br /> Rays.<br /> Splashing the pure<br /> Liquid as it falls back<br /> In.</p> <p>The majestic source of life,<br /> Sustaining,<br /> Powerful,<br /> Enigmatic.<br /> Its erratic disposition breeding<br /> Both life and death.<br /> The water giveth and it taketh<br /> Away.</p> <p>Unable to stay away much<br /> Longer,<br /> I glide to the<br /> Serene water.<br /> As I wade in, feeling<br /> Nothingness, I<br /> Remember.</p> <p>Remember.<br /> I remember the lethal waves,<br /> Swirling,<br /> Waltzing me around.<br /> I spin, my breath gone,<br /> MyLimbsFlailingToNoAvail.<br /> Two grey hands wrap<br /> Around my neck<br /> And I am underneath the<br /> Waves.<br /> I sink down, down, down,<br /> My lungs consumed by a<br /> Wet inferno.<br /> I forget where I am,<br /> Who I am,<br /> What I am.<br /> My thoughts are gone,<br /> I slip into a deep unconsciousness.<br /> And for a moment that seems like<br /> An eternity all is<br /> Silent.<br /> And above a bird soars.<br /> </p>