ACT 4, SCENE 4: The same. A tent.

Enter, with drum and colours, CORDELIA, Doctor, and Soldiers.

CORDELIA: Alack, 'tis he: why, he was met even now
As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds,
With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow                                              [5]
In our sustaining corn. A century send forth;
Search every acre in the high-grown field,
And bring him to our eye.
[Exit an Officer.]               What can man's wisdom
In the restoring his bereaved sense?
He that helps him take all my outward worth.                                   [10]

Doctor: There is means, madam:
Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,
Are many simples operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguish.                                                                 [15]

CORDELIA:                           All blest secrets,
All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears! be aidant and remediate
In the good man's distress! Seek, seek for him;
Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life
That wants the means to lead it.                                                             [20]

Enter a Messenger.

Messenger:                           News, madam;
The British powers are marching hitherward.

CORDELIA: 'Tis known before; our preparation stands
In expectation of them. O dear father,
It is thy business that I go about;
Therefore great France                                                                              [25]
My mourning and important tears hath pitied.
No blown ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our aged father's right:
Soon may I hear and see him!


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