KING LEAR 4.4

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KING LEAR 4.4

The same. A tent.

[Enter, with drum and colours, CORDELIA, Doctor, 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 bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,

Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow 5

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? 10

He that helps him take all my outward worth.

Doctor 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 15

Will close the eye of anguish.

CORDELIA All blest 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; 20

Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life

That wants the means to lead it.

[Enter a Messenger]

Messenger News, madam;

The British powers are marching hitherward.

CORDELIA 'Tis known before; our preparation stands 25

In expectation of them. O 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, 30

But love, dear love, and our aged father's right:

Soon may I hear and see him!

[Exeunt]

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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 bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
	Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow	5
	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?	10
	He that helps him take all my outward worth.

Doctor	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	15
	Will close the eye of anguish.

CORDELIA	All blest 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;	20
	Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life
	That wants the means to lead it.
	[Enter a Messenger]

Messenger		News, madam;
		The British powers are marching hitherward.

CORDELIA	'Tis known before; our preparation stands	25
	In expectation of them. O 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,	30
	But love, dear love, and our aged father's right:
	Soon may I hear and see him!
	[Exeunt]

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