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Act III. Scene I.

Act III. Scene I.—A Heath

A storm, with thunder and lightning. Enter
KENT and a Gentleman, meeting.

Kent. Who's here, beside foul weather?
Gent. One minded like the weather, most
Kent. I know you. Where's the king?
Gent. Contending with the fretful elements;
Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change or cease; tears his
white hair,
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of;
Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain,
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf;
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all.
Kent. But who is with him?;
Gent. None but the fool, who labours to out-
His heart-struck injuries.
Kent. Sir, I do know you;
And dare, upon the warrant of my note,
Commend a dear thing to you. There is divi-
Although as yet the face of it be cover'd
With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Corn-
Who have—as who have not, that their great
Thron'd and set high—servants, who seem no
Which are to France the spies and speculations
Intelligent of our state; what hath been seen,
Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes,
Or the hard rein which both of them have
Against the old kind king; or something deeper,
Whereof perchance these are but furnishings;
But, true it is, from France there comes a
Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already,
Wise in our negligence, have secret feet
In some of our best ports, and are at point
To show their open banner. Now to you:
If on my credit you dare build so far;
To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
Some that will thank you, making just report
Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
The king hath cause to plain.
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding,
And from some knowledge and assurance offer
This office to you. I
Gent. I will talk further with you.
Kent. No, do not.
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out-wall, open this purse, and take
What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia,—
As doubt not but you shall,—show her this ring,
And she will tell you who your fellow is
That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm!
I will go seek the king.
Gent. Give me your hand. Have you no
more to say?
Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than
all yet;
That, when we have found the king,—in which
your pain
That way, I'll this,—he that first lights on him
Holla the other. [Exeunt severally.
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