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The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep;

No, I'll not weep:

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart

Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws

Or ere I'll weep. O fool! I shall go mad.

Exeunt [Lear, Gloucester, Kent, and Fool.]

Corn. Let us withdraw; 'twill be a storm.

Reg. This house is little: the old man and his people

Cannot be well bestow'd.

Gon. 'Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest,

And must needs taste his folly.

Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,

But not one follower.

Gon. So am I purpos'd.

Where is my Lord of Gloucester?

Corn. Follow'd the old man forth. He is return'd.

Glo. The king is in high rage.

Corn. Whither is he going?

Glo. He calls to horse; but will I know not whither.

Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself.

Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.

Glo. Alack! the night comes on, and the bleak winds

Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about

There's scarce a bush.

Reg. O! sir, to wilful men,

The injuries that they themselves procure

 288 flaws: pieces

295 For his particular: in regard to himself

304 ruffle: bluster 