As to deny thee! England, be glad with me!
Count de Rouillet. O, pity, Heaven! She is mad again.
Win. Take her away.
Ade. Away? When I have found him?
By those blest stars that drew my feet to his,
I'll not go hence till he may go with me!
Kent. Dear lady, go. I'll come to thee in time.
Ade. I am thy mother. Wilt not call me so?
I've cleared my vision with a sea of tears
And can not be deceived.