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You justicers, that these our nether crimes
Both, both, my lord. -
[Exit. Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his
eyes? Mes. Come with my lady hither. Alb.
He is not here. Mes. No, my good lord; I met him back again. Alb. Knows he the wickedness? Mes. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform’d
against him; And quit the house on purpose, that their punish
ment Might have the freer course. Alb.
Glo'ster, I live To thank thee for the love thou show’dst the king, And to revenge thine eyes.—Come hither, friend; Tell me what more thou knowest. [Exeunt.
THE FRENCH CAMP, NEAR DOVER.
Enter Kent, and a Gentleman. Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly gone back know you the reason?
Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, Which since his coming forth is thought of; which Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, That his personal return was most requir’d, And necessary.
Kent. Who hath he left behind him general? Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le
O, then it mov'd her.
As pearls from diamonds droppid.—In brief, sor
Would be a rarity most belov’d, if all
Made she no verbal question? Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name
It is the stars,
No, since. Kent. Well, sir; The poor distress'd Lear is i'the
Why, good sir? Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows hiin: his own
unkindness, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
To his dog-hearted daughters,—these things sting
Alack, poor gentleman! Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you
heard not? Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot. Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master
Enter Cordelia, Physician, and Soldiers. Cor. Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea: singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds, With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.—A century send forth; Search every acre in the high-grown field, And bring him to our eye. [Exit an Officer.]—What
can man's wisdom do, In the restoring his bereaved sense? He, that helps him, take all my outward worth.
Phy. There is means, madam:
All bless'd secrets,
Enter a Messenger.
Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands In expectation of them.-0 dear father, It is thy business that I
go about; Therefore great France My mourning, and important tears, hath pitied. No blown ambition doth our arms incite, But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right: Soon may I hear, and see him!
A ROOM IN GLO'STER'S CASTLE.
Enter Regan and Steward.