King Lear (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scena Tertia.
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Enter with Drum and Colours, Cordelia, Gentlemen,
2350and Souldiours.
¶Cor. Alacke, 'tis he: why he was met euen now
¶As mad as the vext Sea, singing alowd,
¶Crown'd with ranke Fenitar, and furrow weeds,
¶With Hardokes, Hemlocke, Nettles, Cuckoo flowres,
2355Darnell, and all the idle weedes that grow
¶Search euery Acre in the high-growne field,
¶And bring him to our eye. What can mans wisedome
2360Take all my outward worth.
¶Gent. There is meanes Madam:
¶The which he lackes: that to prouoke in him
¶Are many Simples operatiue, whose power
¶All you vnpublish'd Vertues of the earth
¶Spring with my teares; be aydant, and remediate
¶That wants the meanes to leade it.
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Enter Messenger.
¶Mes. Newes Madam,
¶The Brittish Powres are marching hitherward.
¶In expectation of them. O deere Father,
¶My mourning, and importun'd teares hath pittied:
¶No blowne Ambition doth our Armes incite,
2380But loue, deere loue, and our ag'd Fathers Rite:
¶Soone may I heare, and see him.
Exeunt.
