KENT.
Of Albany’s and Cornwall’s powers you heard not?
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
Lending me this acquaintance.
I pray you, go along with me.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. The French camp. A Tent
Enter with drum and colours, Cordelia, Physician 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 harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
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.
PHYSICIAN.
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.