To Whom Does Lear Say How Dost My Boy Art Cold

• Intro
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• Modern English language
• Act 1, Scene 1
• Act 1, Scene 2
• Act 1, Scene 3
• Human activity 1, Scene 4
• Act 1, Scene 5
• Act ii, Scene 1
• Act ii, Scene 2
• Act 2, Scene three
• Human action ii, Scene 4
• Human activity iii, Scene ane
• Act three, Scene 2
• Act iii, Scene two Summary
• Deed 3, Scene iii
• Act iii, Scene four
• Deed 3, Scene 5
• Act 3, Scene half-dozen
• Human action 3, Scene 7
• Human activity iv, Scene 1
• Act 4, Scene ii
• Act 4, Scene iii
• Deed 4, Scene iv
• Act 4, Scene 5
• Deed 4, Scene 6
• Act four, Scene seven
• Act 5, Scene one
• Act 5, Scene two
• Deed five, Scene three
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King Lear: Act three, Scene 2 Translation

A side-by-side translation of Human action 3, Scene two of King Lear from the original Shakespeare into modern English language.

Original Text	Translated Text
Source: Folger Shakespeare Library
Storm yet. Enter Lear and Fool. LEAR Blow winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage, accident! You lot cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you take drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks. You lot sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, 5 Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head. And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world. Crack nature'southward molds, all germens spill at once x That makes ingrateful human.	This scene opens with an iconic image: Lear, a white-haired man, stands on a heath in the middle of a thunderstorm yelling at the sky. Information technology's the paradigm used on many a book cover.
FOOL O nuncle, court holy water in a dry house is better than this rainwater out o' door. Good nuncle, in. Enquire thy daughters' blessing. Here'south a nighttime pities neither wise men nor fools. 15 LEAR Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, burn down! Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, burn are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. I never gave yous kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall 20 Your horrible pleasance. Here I stand up your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised sometime man. But yet I call you servile ministers, That will with two pernicious daughters bring together Your high-engendered battles 'gainst a head 25 Then old and white every bit this. O, ho, 'tis foul! FOOL He that has a house to put 's head in has a good headpiece. The codpiece that will house Before the head has any, thirty The head and he shall louse; So beggars ally many. The homo that makes his toe What he his heart should make, Shall of a corn weep woe, 35 And plough his slumber to wake. For there was never all the same fair adult female just she made mouths in a drinking glass. LEAR No, I volition be the blueprint of all patience. I will say nothing. forty	The Fool begs Lear to go back to his daughters for shelter, just the King refuses; he would rather confront the relentless elements than his ungrateful children. He never gave the weather his kingdom, so he can't fault nature for mistreating him. His kids on the other paw...
Enter Kent in disguise. KENT Who's there? FOOL Ally, here's grace and a codpiece; that's a wise man and a fool. KENT Alas, sir, are you hither? Things that dearest night Love non such nights as these. The wrathful skies 45 Gallow the very wanderers of the dark And make them continue their caves. Since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain I never Remember to have heard. Human's nature cannot carry 50 Th' affliction nor the fear.	Kent shows upward, still disguised, and tells Lear he has to detect shelter. This is the worst storm Kent'south ever seen. Ever.
LEAR Let the not bad gods That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thousand wretch, That hast within thee undivulgèd crimes 55 Unwhipped of justice. Hibernate thee, thou bloody hand, Grand perjured, and 1000 simular of virtue That art incestuous. Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming Has practiced on homo's life. Shut pent-upward guilts, 60 Rive your concealing continents and cry These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man More sinned against than sinning.	Lear keeps yelling into the wind. He calls for the tempest to reveal all the crimes people have committed, kind of like the style strong winds strip abroad tree limbs and soil. He wants the tempest to uncover everyone who's been unvirtuous, and he says if that happens it will be clear that he's been more of a victim hither than a perpetrator.
KENT Alack, bareheaded? 65 Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel. Some friendship will information technology lend you 'gainst the tempest. Tranquility you there while I to this hard house— More than harder than the stones whereof 'tis raised, Which even but now, demanding after y'all, 70 Denied me to come in—render and force Their scanted courtesy.	Finally, Kent manages to maneuver him towards a hovel that volition provide some shelter against the pelting. He says that while Lear rests in the hovel, he'll get back and need shelter from Lear'southward daughters over again—even though they're so hard-headed they wouldn't even reply the door last time he knocked.
LEAR My wits begin to turn.— Come up on, my male child. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am common cold myself.—Where is this straw, my fellow? 75 The fine art of our necessities is foreign And can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.— Poor Fool and knave, I have 1 part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. 80	Lear admits that he'south beginning to lose it, merely he has plenty clarity of listen left to head for the hovel and to condolement his shivering Fool.
FOOL sings "He that has and a petty tiny wit, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, Must brand content with his fortunes fit, Though the rain it raineth every solar day." LEAR True, my good boy.—Come, bring usa to this hovel. 85 Lear and Kent get out.	The Fool sings a niggling ditty (which is the same song Feste sings at the end of Shakespeare'south playTwelfth Night,btw) and Lear and Kent seek shelter.
FOOL This is a dauntless nighttime to cool a courtesan. I'll speak a prophecy ere I go: When priests are more than in word than matter, When brewers mar their malt with water, When nobles are their tailors' tutors, xc No heretics burned but wenches' suitors, When every case in law is right, No squire in debt, nor no poor knight; When slanders do not live in tongues, Nor cutpurses come not to throngs, 95 When usurers tell their gilt i' th' field, And bawds and whores practice churches build, Then shall the realm of Albion Come to nifty confusion; So comes the time, who lives to encounter 't, 100 That going shall exist used with feet. This prophecy Merlin shall make, for I alive before his time. He exits.	The Fool delivers a witty voice communication predicting that the British Empire volition come up to an terminate when priests are corrupt, beer-makers water downward their beverages, when pickpockets cease preying on big crowds, and when pimps and prostitutes build churches. In other words, these things happen all the fourth dimension so, Britain hasalready fallen into decay. Go information technology? The Fool also predicts that, in the hereafter, Merlin (the legendary wizard in King Arthur'south court), will make this very same prophecy. (Notation:Lear is fix in ancient, pre-Christian Great britain, longbefore King Arthur's reign in the sixth century, and so Shakespeare'due south making a piffling joke about time here.)

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