3.1.0.21615Storm still. Enter Kent [disguised] and a Gentleman, separately. 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;
3.1.51620Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
3.1.61621Or swell the curlèd waters 'bove the main
That things might change or cease. But who is with him?
None but the Fool, who labors to out-jest
His heart-struck injuries. Sir, I do know you,
3.1.111628Commend a dear thing to you. There is division,
3.1.121629Although as yet the face of it is covered
3.1.131630With mutual cunning, twixt Albany and Cornwall,
3.1.141631Who have--as who have not that their great stars
3.1.151632Throned and set high?--servants who seem no less,
3.1.161633Which are to France the spies and speculations
3.1.171634Intelligent of our state. What hath been seen,
3.1.181635Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes,
3.1.191636Or the hard rein which both of them hath born
3.1.201637Against the old kind King, or something deeper,
3.1.211638Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings.
I will talk further with you.
I will talk further with you. No, do not.
3.1.241642Than my out-wall, open this purse and take
3.1.251643What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia,
3.1.261644As fear not but you shall, show her this ring,
3.1.271645And she will tell you who that fellow is
3.1.281646That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm.
I will go seek the King. Give me your hand.
Few words but to effect more than all yet,
3.1.321651That when we have found the King--in which your pain
3.1.331652That way, I'll this--he that first lights on him