1 This is a brave night to cool a courtezan.
2 Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night.'
3 This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
4 Prythee, nuncle, be contented; 'tis a naughty night to swim in.'
5 As I learn'd, The night before there was no purpose in them Of this remove.
6 I the last night's storm I such a fellow saw; Which made me think a man a worm.
7 Good nuncle, in; and ask thy daughters blessing: here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools.
8 Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.
9 Here is the place, my lord; good my lord, enter: The tyranny of the open night's too rough For nature to endure.
10 My father watches: O sir, fly this place; Intelligence is given where you are hid; You have now the good advantage of the night.
11 Thus out of season, threading dark-ey'd night: Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise, Wherein we must have use of your advice.
12 I have been with your father, and given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall and Regan his Duchess will be here with him this night.
13 This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.
14 The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up, And quench'd the stelled fires; Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain.
15 By day and night, he wrongs me; every hour He flashes into one gross crime or other, That sets us all at odds; I'll not endure it: His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us On every trifle.
16 Go in with me: my duty cannot suffer T'obey in all your daughters' hard commands; Though their injunction be to bar my doors, And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you, Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out, And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
17 Let it be so, thy truth then be thy dower: For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate and the night; By all the operation of the orbs, From whom we do exist and cease to be; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee from this for ever.
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