15861382Ere ile weepe; ô foole, I shall go mad.

15871384Duke. Let vs withdraw, twill be a storme.

15881385Reg. This house is little, the old man and his people,

15891386Cannot be well bestowed.

15901387Gon. Tis his owne blame hath put himselfe from rest,

15911388And must needs taste his folly.

15921389Reg. For his particular, ile receiue him gladly,

15931390But not one follower.

15941391Duke. So am I purposd, where is my Lord of Glocester

15971393Reg. Followed the old man forth, he is return'd.

15981394Glo. The King is in high rage, and will I know not whether.

16011395Reg. Tis good to giue him way, he leads himselfe.

16021396Gon. My Lord, entreate him by no meanes to stay.

16031397Glo. Alacke, the night comes on, and the bleake windes

16041398Do sorely ruffell, for many miles about there's not a bush.

16061399Reg. O sir, to wilfull men,

16071400The iniuries that they themselues procure,

16081401Must be their schoole-masters, shut vp your doores,

16091402He is attended with a desperate traine,

16101403And what they may incense him too, being apt,

16111404To haue his eare abused, wisedome bids feare.

16121405Duke. Shut vp your doores my Lord, tis a wilde night,

16131406My Regan counsels well, come out ath storme.

16161409Kent. What's heere beside foule weather?

16171410Gent. One minded like the weather, most vnquietly.

16181411Kent. I know you, where's the King?

16191412Gent. Contending with the fretfull Element,

16201413Bids the winde blow the earth into the sea,

16211414Or swell the curled waters boue the maine,

16221415That things might change or cease, teares his white haire,

1622.11416Which the impetuous blasts with eielesse rage

1622.21417Catch in their fury, and make nothing of,

1622.31418Striues in his little world of man to out-scorne,