ACT 3, SCENE 1: A heath.

Storm still. Enter KENT and a Gentleman, meeting.

KENT: Who's there, besides foul weather?

Gentleman: One minded like the weather, most unquietly.

KENT: I know you. Where's the king?

Gentleman: Contending with the fretful element:
Bids the winds blow the earth into the sea,                                         [5]
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change or cease; tears his white hair,
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of;
Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn                                    [10]
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all.                                                                     [15]

KENT:                           But who is with him?

Gentleman: None but the fool; who labours to out-jest
His heart-struck injuries.

KENT:                           Sir, I do know you;
And dare, upon the warrant of my note,
Commend a dear thing to you. There is division,
Although as yet the face of it be cover'd                                               [20]
With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall;
Who have--as who have not, that their great stars
Throned and set high?--servants, who seem no less,
Which are to France the spies and speculations
Intelligent of our state; what hath been seen,                                      [25]
Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes,
Or the hard rein which both of them have borne
Against the old kind king; or something deeper,
Whereof perchance these are but furnishings;
But, true it is, from France there comes a power                                [30]
Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already,
Wise in our negligence, have secret feet
In some of our best ports, and are at point
To show their open banner. Now to you:
If on my credit you dare build so far                                                      [35]
To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
Some that will thank you, making just report
Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
The king hath cause to plain.
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding;                                             [40]
And, from some knowledge and assurance, offer
This office to you.

Gentleman: I will talk further with you.

KENT:                           No, do not.
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out-wall, open this purse, and take                                      [45]
What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia,--
As fear not but you shall,--show her this ring;
And she will tell you who your fellow is
That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm!
I will go seek the king.                                                                              [50]

Gentleman: Give me your hand: have you no more to say?

KENT: Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet;
That, when we have found the king,--in which your pain
That way, I'll this,--he that first lights on him
Holla the other.                                                                                          [55]

[Exeunt severally.]

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