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What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
Made she no verbal question? Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name
of father Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart; Cry’d, Sisters! sisters !—Shame of ladies! sisters ! Kent ! father! sisters! What? i'the sturm? i'the night? Let pity not be believed !--There she shook The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour moisten’d: then away she started To deal with grief alone. Kent.
It is the stars,
No, since. Kent. Well, sir; The poor distress'd Lear is i'the
Why, good sir?
unkindness, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
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
The Same. A Tent.
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?
Phy. There is means, madam:
All bless'd secrets,
Enter a Messenger. Mess.
Madam, news; The British powers are marching hitherward.
Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands
A Room in Gloster's Castle.
Enter REGAN and Steward.
Madam, with much ado : Your sister is the better soldier. Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at
home? Stew. No, madam. Reg. What might import my sister's letter to him? Stew. I know not, lady.
Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, To let him live; where he arrives, he moves All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone, In pity of his misery, to despatch His nighted life; moreover, to descry The strength o'the enemy. Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my
letter. Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow; stay with us; The ways are dangerous. Stew.
I may not, madam; My lady charg'd my duty in this business.
Reg. Why should she write to Edmund ? Might
Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Madam, I had rather-
Stew. I, madam?
Reg. I speak in understanding ; you are, I know it: Therefore, I do advise you, take this note 79: My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd; And more convenient is he for my hand, Than for your lady's:-You may gather more. If you do find him, pray you, give him this; And when your mistress hears thus much from you, I pray,
desire her call her wisdom to her. So, fare
well. If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Preferment falls on him that cuts him off. Stew. 'Would I could meet him, madam! I would
show What party I do follow. Reg.
Fare thee well. [Exéunt.