| The French camp near Dover. |
| [Enter KENT and a Gentleman] |
| KENT | Why the King of France is so suddenly gone back | ||
| know you the reason? |
| Gentleman | Something he left imperfect in the | ||
| state, which since his coming forth is thought | |||
| of; which imports to the kingdom so much | 5 | ||
| fear and danger, that his personal return was | |||
| most required and necessary. |
| KENT | Who hath he left behind him general? |
| Gentleman | The Marshal of France, Monsieur La Far. |
| KENT | Did your letters pierce the queen to any | 10 | |
| demonstration of grief? |
| Gentleman | Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my presence; | ||
| And now and then an ample tear trill'd down | |||
| Her delicate cheek: it seem'd she was a queen | |||
| Over her passion; who, most rebel-like, | 15 | ||
| Sought to be king o'er her. |
| KENT | O, then it moved her. |
| Gentleman | Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove | ||
| Who should express her goodliest. You have seen | |||
| Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears | 20 | ||
| Were like a better way: those happy smilets, | |||
| That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know | |||
| What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, | |||
| As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. In brief, | |||
| Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved, | 25 | ||
| If all could so become it. |
| KENT | Made she no verbal question? |
| Gentleman | 'Faith, once or twice she heaved the name of 'father' | ||
| Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart: | |||
| Cried 'Sisters! sisters! Shame of ladies! sisters! | 30 | ||
| Kent! father! sisters! What, i' the storm? i' the night? | |||
| Let pity not be believed!' There she shook | |||
| The holy water from her heavenly eyes, | |||
| And clamour moisten'd: then away she started | |||
| To deal with grief alone. | 35 |
| KENT | It is the stars, | ||
| The stars above us, govern our conditions; | |||
| Else one self mate and mate could not beget | |||
| Such different issues. You spoke not with her since? |
| Gentleman | No. | 40 |
| KENT | Was this before the king return'd? |
| Gentleman | No, since. |
| KENT | Well, sir, the poor distressed Lear's i' the town; | ||
| Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers | |||
| What we are come about, and by no means | 45 | ||
| Will yield to see his daughter. |
| Gentleman | Why, good sir? |
| KENT | A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own unkindness, | ||
| That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her | |||
| To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights | 50 | ||
| To his dog-hearted daughters, these things sting | |||
| His mind so venomously, that burning shame | |||
| Detains him from Cordelia. |
| Gentleman | Alack, poor gentleman! |
| KENT | Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you heard not? | 55 |
| Gentleman | 'Tis so, they are afoot. |
| KENT | Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, | ||
| And leave you to attend him: some dear cause | |||
| Will in concealment wrap me up awhile; | |||
| When I am known aright, you shall not grieve | 60 | ||
| Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go | |||
| Along with me. | |||
| [Exeunt] |