CORNWALL.
Let us withdraw; ’twill be a storm.
REGAN.
This house is little: the old man and his people
Cannot be well bestow’d.
GONERIL.
’Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest
And must needs taste his folly.
REGAN.
For his particular, I’ll receive him gladly,
But not one follower.
GONERIL.
So am I purpos’d.
Where is my lord of Gloucester?
Enter Gloucester.
CORNWALL.
Followed the old man forth, he is return’d.
GLOUCESTER.
The King is in high rage.
CORNWALL.
Whither is he going?
GLOUCESTER.
He calls to horse; but will I know not whither.