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CORNWALL . Let us withdraw ; ’ twill be a storm . REGAN . This house is little : the old man and his people Cannot be well bestow’d . GONERIL . ’ Tis his own blame ; hath put himself from rest And must needs taste his folly . REGAN . For his particular , I’ll receive him gladly , But not one follower . GONERIL . So am I purpos’d . Where is my lord of Gloucester ? Enter Gloucester . CORNWALL . Followed the old man forth , he is return’d . GLOUCESTER . The King is in high rage . CORNWALL . Whither is he going ? GLOUCESTER . He calls to horse ; but will I know not whither . CORNWALL . ’ Tis best to give him way ; he leads himself . GONERIL . My lord , entreat him by no means to stay . GLOUCESTER . Alack , the night comes on , and the high winds Do sorely ruffle ; for many miles about There’s scarce a bush . REGAN . O , sir , to wilful men The injuries that they themselves procure Must be their schoolmasters . Shut up your doors . He is attended with a desperate train , And what they may incense him to , being apt To have his ear abus’d , wisdom bids fear . CORNWALL . 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 , severally . KENT . Who’s there , besides foul weather ? GENTLEMAN . One minded like the weather , most unquietly . KENT . I know you . Where’s the King ? GENTLEMAN . 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 outscorn The to - and - fro - conflicting wind and rain . This night , wherein the cub - drawn bear would couch , 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 ? GENTLEMAN . None but the fool , who labours to out - jest 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 division , Although as yet the face of it be cover’d With mutual cunning , ’ twixt Albany and Cornwall ; Who have , as who have not , that their great stars Throne’d and set high ; servants , who seem no less , 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 borne Against the old kind King ; or something deeper , Whereof , perchance , these are but furnishings ; — But , true it is , from France there comes a power 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 .
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