Gent. Why, good sir?
Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own unkindness[4172]
That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her[4173]
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
To his dog-hearted daughters: these things sting[4174][4175] 45
His mind so venomously that burning shame[4174][4175]
Detains him from Cordelia.[4174][4176]
Gent. Alack, poor gentleman!
Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you heard not?[4177]
Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot.[4178]
Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, 50
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[4179]
Along with me. [Exeunt.[4179][4180] 55
Scene IV. The same. A tent.
Enter, with drum and colours, Cordelia, Doctor, and Soldiers.[4181]
Cor. Alack, 'tis he: why, he was met even now
As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud;[4182]
Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds,[4183]
With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,[4184]
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow 5
In our sustaining corn. A century send forth;[4185]
Search every acre in the high-grown field,
And bring him to our eye. [Exit an Officer.] What can man's wisdom[4186][4187][4188][4189]
In the restoring his bereaved sense?[4186][4188][4190]
He that helps him take all my outward worth.[4186][4191] 10
Doct. There is means, madam:[4192]
Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,
The which he lacks: that to provoke in him,[4193]
Are many simples operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguish.