15821356The terrors of the earth, you thinke ile weepe,

15831357No ile not weepe, I haue full cause of weeping,

15851358But this heart shall breake, in a 100. thousand flowes

15861359Or ere ile weepe, O foole I shall goe mad.

15871361Duke. Let vs withdraw, twill be a storme.

15881362Reg. This house is little the old man and his people,

15891363Cannot be well bestowed.

15901364Gon. Tis his own blame hath put himselfe from rest,

15911365And must needs tast his folly.

15921366Reg. For his particuler, ile receiue him gladly,

15931367But not one follower.

15941368Duke. So am I puspos'd, 1595where is my Lord of Gloster? Enter Glo.

15971369Reg. Followed the old man forth, he is return'd.

15981370Glo. The King is in high rage, 1600& wil I know not whe- (ther.

16011371Re. Tis good to giue him way, he leads himselfe.

16021372Gon. My Lord, intreat him by no meanes to stay.

16031373Glo. Alack the night comes on, and the bleak winds

16041374Do sorely russel, for many miles about ther's not a bush.

16061375Reg. O sir, to wilfull men

16071376The iniuries that they themselues procure,

16081377Must be their schoolemasters, shut vp your doores,

16091378He is attended with a desperate traine,

16101379And what they may incense him to, being apt,

16111380To haue his eare abusd, wisedome bids feare.

16121381Duke. Shut vp your doores my Lord, tis a wild night,

16131382My Reg counsails well, come out at'h storme. Exeũt

16161384Kent. Whats here beside foule weather?

16171385Gent. One minded like the weather most vnquietly.

16181386Kent. I know you, whers the King?

16191387Gent. Contending with the fretfull element,

16201388Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,

16211389Or swell the curled waters boue the maine

16221390That things might change or cease, teares his white(haire,

1622.11391Which the impetuous blasts with eyles rage

1622.21392Catch in their furie, and make nothing of,

1622.31393Striues in his little world of man to outscorne,