Lear's Labour's Lost
                                                         copyright © 2007 Jeff Goode

            ACT IV

            SCENE 2 - Another part of the heath.
                                                                  Storm still
                  Enter KING LEAR and COSTARD
            KING LEAR 
               Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! 
               You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout 
               Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! 
               By the Lord, this love is as mad as Ajax: it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep: well
               proved again o' my side! I will not love: if I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not. 
            COSTARD
               Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing: here's a night pities neither wise man nor
               fool.
            KING LEAR
               Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: 
               But yet I call you servile ministers, 
               That have with two pernicious daughters join'd 
               Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head 
               So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul! 
            COSTARD
               He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.
                  Enter KENT
            KENT
               Alas, sir, are you here? things that love night
               Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies 
               Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, 
               Alack, bare-headed!
            KING LEAR 
               Fetch hither the swain: he must carry me a letter.
            COSTARD 
               A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador for an ass.
            KING LEAR 
               Ha, ha! what sayest thou?
            COSTARD 
               Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse, for he is very slow-gaited. But I
               go.
                                                                   Exeunt

Forth!