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 purposed. Where is my Lord of Gloucester? Corn. Follow'd the old man forth. He is return'd. Re-enter GLOUCESTER. Glou. The king is in high rage. Corn. going? Whither is he Glou. 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. Glou. Alack! the night comes on, and the high winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush. Reg. O! sir, to wilful men, her is he horse; ow not ive him mself. eat him stay, night e high many wilful The injuries that they them- Must be their schoolmasters. He is attended with a desper- And what they may incense him to, being apt To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear." Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night: My Regan counsels well: come out o' the storm. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A Heath. A storm, with thunder and lightning. Enter KENT and a Gentleman, meeting. Kent. Who's there, beside foul weather? Gent. One minded like the weather, most unquietly. 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 cubdrawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf |