2347.22096Kent. Why the King of Fraunce is so suddenly gone backe,

2347.32097know you no reason.

2347.42098Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his

2347.52099comming forth is thought of, which imports to the Kingdome,

2347.62100So much feare and danger that his personall returne was most re-

2347.72101quired and necessarie.

2347.82102Kent. Who hath he left behind him, General.

2347.92103Gent. The Marshall of France Monsier la Far.

2347.102104Kent. Did your letters pierce the queene to any demonstratiõ(of griefe.

2347.112105Gent. I say she tooke them, read them in my presence,

2347.122106And now and then an ample teare trild downe

2347.132107Her delicate cheeke, it seemed she was a queene ouer her passion,

2347.142108Who most rebell-like, sought to be King ore her.

2347.152109Kent. O then it moued her.

2347.162110Gent. Not to a rage, patience and sorow streme,

2347.172111Who should expresse her goodliest you haue seene,

2347.182112Sun shine and raine at once, her smiles and teares,

2347.192113Were like a better way those happie smilets,

2347.202114That playd on her ripe lip seeme not to know,

2347.212115What guests were in her eyes which parted thence,

2347.222116As pearles from diamonds dropt in briefe,

2347.232117Sorow would be a raritie most beloued,

2347.242118If all could so become it.

2347.252119Kent. Made she no verball question.

2347.262120Gent. Faith once or twice she heau'd the name of father,

2347.272121Pantingly forth as if it prest her heart,

2347.282122Cried sisters, sisters, shame of Ladies sisters:

2347.292123Kent, father, sisters, what ith storme ith night,

2347.302124 Let pitie not be beleeft there she shooke,

2347.312125The holy water from her heauenly eyes,

2347.322126And clamour moystened her, then away she started,

2347.332127To deale with griefe alone.

2347.342128Kent. It is the stars, the stars aboue vs gouerne our conditions,

2347.352129Else one selfe mate and make could not beget,

2347.362130Such different issues, you spoke not with her since.

2347.372131Gent. No.Kent. Was this before the King returnd.

2347.382132Gent. No, since.

2347.392133Kent. Well sir, the poore distressed Lear's ith towne,

2347.402134Who some time in his better tune remembers,

2347.412135What we are come about, and by no meanes will yeeld to see his(daughter.

2347.422136Gent. Why good sir?

2347.432137Kent. A soueraigne shame so elbows him his own vnkindnes

2347.442138That stript her from his benediction turnd her,

2347.452139To forraine casualties gaue her deare rights,

2347.462140To his dog-harted daughters, these things sting his mind,

2347.472141So venomously that burning shame detaines him from Cordelia.

2347.482142Gent. Alack poore Gentleman.

2347.492143Kent. Of Albanies and Cornewals powers you heard not.

2347.502144Gent. Tis so they are a foote.

2347.512145Kent. Well sir, ile bring you to our maister Lear,

2347.522146And leaue you to attend him some deere cause,

2347.532147Will in concealement wrap me vp awhile,

2347.542148When I am knowne aright you shall not greeue,

2347.552149Lending me this acquaintance, I pray you go along with me.