Why the king of France is so suddenly gone back, 2347.32097know you no reason?

Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his 2347.52099coming forth is thought of; which imports to the kingdom 2347.62100so much fear and danger that his personal return was most 2347.72101required and necessary.

Who hath he left behind him general?

The Marshal of France, Monsieur la Far.

Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief?

I say she took them, read them in my presence,

2347.122106And now and then an ample tear trilled down

2347.132107Her delicate cheek. It seemed she was a queen

Over her passion, 2347.142108who, most rebel-like,

Sought to be king o'er her.

Sought to be king o'er her. Oh, then it moved her.

Not to a rage; patience and sorrow strove

2347.172111Who should express her goodliest. You have seen

2347.182112Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears

2347.192113Were like a better way. Those happy smilets

2347.202114That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know

2347.212115What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence

2347.222116As pearls from diamonds dropped. In brief,

2347.232117Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved

2347.242118If all could so become it.

Made she no verbal question?

Faith, once or twice she heaved the name of "father"

2347.272121Pantingly forth, as if it pressed her heart;

2347.282122Cried "Sisters, sisters, shame of ladies! Sisters?

2347.292123Kent, father, sisters? What, i'th'storm, i'th'night?

2347.302124Let pity not be believed." There she shook

2347.312125The holy water from her heavenly eyes,

2347.322126And clamor-moistened her. Then away she started,

2347.332127To deal with grief alone.

To deal with grief alone. It is the stars,

The stars above us govern our conditions,

2347.352129Else one self mate and make could not beget

2347.362130Such different issues. You spoke not with her since?

No.

Was this before the King returned?

Was this before the King returned? No, since.

Well, sir, the poor distressèd Lear's i'th'town,

2347.402134Who sometime in his better tune remembers

2347.412135What we are come about, and by no means

Will yield to see his daughter.

Will yield to see his daughter. Why, good sir?

A sovereign shame so elbows him. His own unkindness

2347.442138That stripped her from his benediction, turned her

2347.452139To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights

2347.462140To his dog-hearted daughters; these things sting

His mind 2347.472141so venomously that burning

Shame detains him from Cordelia.

Alack, poor gentleman.

Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you heard not?

'Tis so. They are afoot.

Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear,

2347.522146And leave you to attend him. Some dear cause

2347.532147Will in concealment wrap me up awhile.

2347.542148When I am known aright you shall not grieve,

2347.552149Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go

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