CORDELIA.
All bless’d 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.
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
My mourning and important tears hath pitied.
No blown ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our ag’d father’s right:
Soon may I hear and see him!
[Exeunt.]
SCENE V. A Room in Gloucester’s Castle
Enter Regan and Oswald.
REGAN.
But are my brother’s powers set forth?
OSWALD.
Ay, madam.
REGAN.
Himself in person there?