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  • Title: King Lear (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Michael Best
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-463-9

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Michael Best
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    King Lear (Folio 1, 1623)

    Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
    1615 Storme still. Enter Kent, and a Gentleman, seuerally.
    Kent. Who's there be sides foule weather?
    Gen. One minded like the weather, mo st vnquietly.
    Kent. I know you: Where's the King?
    Gent. Contending with the fretfull Elements;
    1620Bids the winde blow the Earth into the Sea,
    Or swell the curled Waters 'boue the Maine,
    That things might change, or cease.
    Kent. But who is with him?
    Gent. None but the Foole, who labours to out-ie st
    1625His heart- strooke iniuries.
    Kent. Sir, I do know you,
    And dare vpon the warrant of my note
    Commend a deere thing to you. There is diui sion
    (Although as yet the face of it is couer'd
    1630With mutuall cunning) 'twixt Albany , and Cornwall:
    Who haue, as who haue not, that their great Starres
    Thron'd and set high; Seruants, who seeme no le s s e,
    Which are to France the Spies and Speculations
    Intelligent of our State. What hath bin seene,
    1635Either in snuffes, and packings of the Dukes,
    Or the hard Reine which both of them hath borne
    Again st the old kinde King; or something deeper,
    Whereof (perchance) these are but furni shings.
    Gent. I will talke further with you.
    1640 Kent. No, do not:
    For confirmation that I am much more
    Then my out-wall; open this Purse, and take
    What it containes. If you shall see Cordelia,
    (As feare not but you shall) shew her this Ring,
    1645And she will tell you who that Fellow is
    That yet you do not know. Fye on this Storme,
    I will go seeke the King.
    Gent. Giue me your hand,
    Haue you no more to say?
    1650 Kent. Few words, but to effect more then all yet;
    That when we haue found the King, in which your pain
    That way, Ile this: He that fir st lights on him,
    Holla the other. Exeunt.