King Lear

“Poor naked wretches, whereso’er you are,

That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,

How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,

Your looped and windowed 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 them heavens more just.”

“LEAR - What, art mad? A man may see how this world goes wth no eyes. Look with thine ears. See how you justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark in thine ear – change places and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the theif? Thou has seen a farmer’s dog bark at a beggar?


LEAR – And the creature fun from the cur? There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dog’s obeyed in office.

Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand.
Why dost though lash that whore? Strip thy own back.
Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind
For which thou whipp’st her. The usurer hangs the cozener.
Thorough tattered clothes great vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sins with gold,
ANd the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pygmy’s straw does pierce it.
None does offend me, none, I say none; I’ll able ‘em.
Take that of me, my friend, (giving flowers) who have the power
To seal th’accusers lips. Get thee glass eyes,
And like a scurvy politician seem
To see things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now!
Pull off my boots. Harder, harder – so.

EDGAR - O matter and impertinency mixed,

Reason in madness!.


When we are born we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools.”