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KENT . O , then it mov’d her . GENTLEMAN . Not to a rage : patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest . You have seen Sunshine and rain at once : her smiles and tears Were like a better day . Those happy smilets That play’d on her ripe lip seem’d not to know What guests were in her eyes ; which parted thence As pearls from diamonds dropp’d . In brief , Sorrow would be a rarity most belov’d , If all could so become it . KENT . Made she no verbal question ? GENTLEMAN . Faith , once or twice she heav’d the name of ‘ father ’ Pantingly forth , as if it press’d her heart ; Cried ‘ Sisters , sisters ! Shame of ladies ! sisters ! Kent ! father ! sisters ! What , i ’ the storm ? i ’ the night ? Let pity not be believ’d ! ’ There she shook The holy water from her heavenly eyes , And clamour master’d her : then away she started To deal with grief alone . KENT . It is the stars , The stars above us govern our conditions ; Else one self mate and make could not beget Such different issues . You spoke not with her since ? GENTLEMAN . No . KENT . Was this before the King return’d ? GENTLEMAN . No , since . KENT . Well , sir , the poor distressed Lear’s i ’ the town ; Who sometime , in his better tune , remembers What we are come about , and by no means Will yield to see his daughter . GENTLEMAN . Why , good sir ? KENT . A sovereign shame so elbows him . His own unkindness , That stripp’d her from his benediction , turn’d her To foreign casualties , gave her dear rights To his dog - hearted daughters , these things sting His mind so venomously that burning shame Detains him from Cordelia . GENTLEMAN . Alack , poor gentleman ! KENT . Of Albany’s and Cornwall’s powers you heard not ? GENTLEMAN . ’ 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 French camp . A Tent Enter with drum and colours , Cordelia , Physician and Soldiers . CORDELIA . 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 In the restoring his bereaved sense , He that helps him take all my outward worth . PHYSICIAN . 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 . CORDELIA . 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 dissolve the life That wants the means to lead it . Enter a Messenger .
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