and the thoughts that will drive him mad are burning in his brain:
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.
And then suddenly, as he controls himself, the blessed spirit of kindness breathes on him ‘like a meadow gale of spring,’ and he turns gently to Kent:
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more. But I’ll go in.
In, boy; go first. You houseless poverty—
Nay, get thee in. I’ll pray, and then I’ll sleep.
But his prayer is not for himself.
it begins, and I need not quote more. This is one of those passages which make one worship Shakespeare.[1]
- ↑ What immediately follows is as striking an illustration of quite another quality, and of the effects which make us think of Lear as pursued by a relentless fate. If he could go in and sleep after his prayer, as he intends, his mind, one feels, might be saved: so far there has been only the menace of madness. But from within the hovel Edgar—the last man who would willingly have injured Lear—cries, ‘Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom!’; the Fool runs out terrified; Edgar, summoned by Kent, follows him; and, at sight of Edgar, in a moment something gives way in Lear’s brain, and he exclaims:
Hast thou given all
To thy two daughters? And art thou come to this?Henceforth he is mad. And they remain out in the storm.
I have not seen it noticed that this stroke of fate is repeated—surely intentionally—in the sixth scene. Gloster has succeeded in persuading Lear to come into the ‘house’; he then leaves, and Kent after much difficulty induces Lear to lie down and rest upon the cushions. Sleep begins to come to him again, and he murmurs,‘Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains; so, so, so, We’ll go to supper i’ the morning. So, so, so.
At that moment Gloster enters with the news that he has discovered a plot to kill the King; the rest that ‘might yet have balm’d his broken
