King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)
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¶Cor. Alack tis he, why he was met euen now,
¶Crownd with ranke femiter and furrow weedes,
¶With hor-docks, hemlocke, netles, cookow flowers,
2355Darnell and all the idle weedes that grow,
¶Search euery acre in the hie growne field,
¶And bring him to our eye, what can mans wisdome
2360Take all my outward worth.
¶Doct. There is meanes Madame.
¶The which he lackes that to prouoke in him,
¶Spring with my teares be aydant and remediat,
¶That wants the meanes to lead it.
¶
Enter messenger.
¶In expectation of them, ô deere father
¶It is thy busines that I go about, therfore great France
¶My mourning and important teares hath pitied,
¶No blowne ambition doth our armes in sight
2380But loue, deere loue, and our ag'd fathers right,
¶Soone may I heare and see him.
Exit.
