Who's there besides foul weather?

One minded like the weather, most unquietly.

I know you. Where's the King?

Contending with the fretful elements;

1620Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,

1621Or swell the curlèd waters 'bove the main

162229That things might change or cease.30 Tears his white hair,

But who is with him?

None but the Fool, who labors to out-jest

1625His heart-struck injuries.

His heart-struck injuries. Sir, I do know you,

1627And dare upon the warrant of my note

1628Commend a dear thing to you. There is division,

1629Although as yet the face of it is covered

1630With mutual cunning, twixt Albany and Cornwall,

1631Who have--as who have not that their great stars

1632Throned and set high?--servants who seem no less,

1633Which are to France the spies and speculations

1634Intelligent of our state. What hath been seen,

1635Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes,

1636Or the hard rein which both of them hath born

1637Against the old kind King, or something deeper,

1638Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings.

I will talk further with you.

I will talk further with you. No, do not.

1641For confirmation that I am much more

1642Than my out-wall, open this purse and take

1643What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia,

1644As fear not but you shall, show her this ring,

1645And she will tell you who that fellow is

1646That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm.

1647I will go seek the King.

I will go seek the King. Give me your hand.

1649Have you no more to say?

Few words but to effect more than all yet,

1651That when we have found the King--in which your pain

1652That way, I'll this--he that first lights on him

1653Holla the other.