His mind so venomously that burning shame

Detains him from Cordelia.

Gent.

gentleman.

Alack! poor

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 Lear,

And leave you to attend him.

Some dear cause

Will in concealment wrap me up awhile;

When I am known aright,

you shall not grieve

Lending me this acquaintance.
I pray you, go

Along with me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The Same.
A Tent.

Enter, with drum and colours,
CORDELIA, Doctor, 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 burdocks,

hemlock,

nettles, cuckoo-flowers,

Darnel, and all the idle weeds

that grow

A

In our sustaining corn. century send forth; Search every acre in the highgrown field,

And bring him to our eye.

wisdom

[Exit an Officer.

What can man's

In the restoring his bereaved

sense?

He that helps him take all my outward worth.

Doct. There is means, madam;

Our foster-nurse of nature is

repose,

The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,

Are many simples operative,
whose power

Will close the eye of anguish.
Cor. All bless'd secrets,

All you unpublish'd virtues of
the earth,

Spring with my tears! be

aidant and remediate

In the good man's distress!
Seek, seek for him,

Lest his ungovern'd rage dis-
solve the life

That wants the means to lead

it.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess.

News, madam;

The British powers are marching hitherward. Cor. 'Tis known before;

our preparation stands In expectation of them. 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 aged father's right.

Soon may I hear and see [Exeunt.

him!