Q1_scene/17: n="17" typ_e="scene"> Enter Kent and a Gentlema___n. Why the King of Fraunce_ is so suddenly gone back, know you no rea_son. Som_ething_ he left imperfect_ _in the state, which since his coming F1_scene/17: n="3_">Enter _wi_th __Drum______ and __C_o_l___ours, _C_o_rde_l__i_________a_, G_en__t_le_m______e____n,__ an_d Soul__di__ours._ Al_ack____, it i__s h____e___: why h_e w_as_ _me__t e_ven now _As____ Q1_scene/17: fort_h is thought of, which imports t_o_ t____he Kingdome, _So much feare and danger that his persona_ll returne was most_ required a___nd n_ecessarie. Wh_o hath he _left_ behind him, Gene__ral. T F1_scene/17: m___ad as t___h____e _ve_____xt____ Sea, singing al___owd._ Cro__wn_'d_______________ wi_th___ r_____anke Fen___i_ta__r___, a_n___d_ _furrow weed_s_____,_ With Hard____oke_s, Hemloc_k_e, N__ettles, _C Q1_scene/17: he Marshall of France Mon_sier la Far. Did your letters pierce the queene to_ any demonstration of griefe. I say sh_e tooke them, read them in m_y p__r_esence, And now and then_ an _ample teare tr F1_scene/17: _____u_c_k__oo f______lo_wre________s,_ D__ar___________n_e________________ll, and a_l_________l __th____e__ _idle_ weedes____ that _g____ro_w In our sustaining_ __C___orne________. A_ Cen____te_ry s_ Q1_scene/17: ild d_own Her delicate cheeke, it seemed she wa_s a queene over her passion, Who most rebell-like, _sought to be King over her. O then it moued her. Not _to a rage, patience _and sorow str_e_me, F1_scene/17: end forth; Se_______arc__h____ _e_____________very Acr_e___ i__________n____ __the hi____g__h______-_grown_____e__ fi__el___d___,_ A_nd__ brin__g_ him __to_ our e_ye__. Wh____at can_ man_s wisedome __ Q1_scene/17: Who should expre__sse her goodliest you have seene, Sun*shine and raine at once, her smiles _a_n_d teares, Were like a better way tho__se happie smile_ts, That playd on her ripe lip seem not to kno F1_scene/17: I_n t___he r___estori_ng_ hi_____s_____ bereaue__d __S____e_________________nse_; he_ th__at helpes h__i_m,_ T__a_k__e __a_l__l m_y o__utwa___r_d_ wo___rth._ Th_____ere i____s m__ean____e_s M__ad_am__ Q1_scene/17: w, Wha_t g__uests we__re in her eyes which par_ted thence, As pearles from diamonds dropt in briefe, Sorow would be a raritie most beloued, If all could so become it. Made she no verball questio_ F1_scene/17: _: _O__ur foster__ N_urse____________ of___ Nature________, _i________s r___e___po________se_________,_ T________he___ __whi_________c__h____ __h__________e l_a_c_k_e__s: _th______at_ to_____ prou_o_k Q1_scene/17: n. Faith once or twice she heau'd the name of father, Pantingly forth as if it prest her heart, Cried sisters, sisters, __shame of Ladies sisters: Kent, fa__ther, sisters, what in the storme in th F1_scene/17: e __i__n_ h___im_ Are________________________________ __man_____y S___i________m_p___le_______s_ __ope___rat_iue, whose__ _powe______________r______ __Will _c_lose__ _t___h_e _e_______ye_ o____f Angui Q1_scene/17: e night, Let pitie not be beleef_t there she shooke, The holy water from her heauenly eyes, And clamour moystened her, then away she started, T_o deale with griefe alone. it is the stars, the st_ F1_scene/17: __sh___._ A___l_______l b____le__st Se___cre__ts____,_ A___l__l yo__u v_n___pub___l____i_sh_'__d__ Ve_r______t_ue______s _of_______ the e_arth_ __Spri___ng with_____________ __m___y te_ar_es_; be_ ayd Q1_scene/17: ars_ above us gouern__e our conditions, Els_e _one self mate and make could not beget, Such different issues, you spoke not with her since. _No. W_a_s this before the King _returnd. No, sinc_e. F1_scene/17: ant, a_n_d r_e_m____ediat_e I______n__ __t__he Good______mans d_____e___s_i__r__e____s: _s_e________ek______e_, s______e_ek______e f___o___r __him,_ Least h______is__ vng______ouer__n_'__d_ _r__age, _ Q1_scene/17: Well __si_r, the poor_e distressed Lear is i_n the town____e, Who some time in his_ better tune _remembers, What we are come about, and by no meanes will yeeld to see his daugh_te_r. Wh_y good s F1_scene/17: d_i__ssolue _the l__ife T_______h____at w_ants the m___eanes __to_ l__eade__ i____t. E_nter M__e_sseng_e_r_._ Ne___we____________s__ _M_a__dam_, Th___________e______________ __B_ri_ttish __Powre_____s Q1_scene/17: ir? A soueraigne shame so elbows hi_m hi_s own vnkindnes That stript her fr_om his benediction turnd her, _To forraine casualtie_s gaue her dear rights, To hi_s dog-harted daughters, these things_ F1_scene/17: __ __a_r____e__________ m_a___r__ching hitherw_ar____d___. I____t_____ i_s knowne___ be___f_o____r___e____. _Our p_r_e_pa___r_at_i_on s_ta___nd___s I___n_ __e____xpe_____ct_a____ti___on _of___ th__em. Q1_scene/17: sting _his min__d, So venomously that burning shame detaine_s him from Cordelia. Alack poore Gentleman. Of Albanies a_nd Cornewals powers you heard not. it is _so they_ are a*foote. Well si___r, F1_scene/17: O____ dear Father,_ It i____s____ th_y bus_i______ne________ss th_a_t__ I_______ __g_____o____ abo____ut: _The_______rf_ore gr__e_at_ Fr____an__ce____ M_y __m___o_urning__, a______n__d __i_m__portun' Q1_scene/17: i will bring you to our master Lear, And leaue you to attend him s_ome dear cause, Will in concealement wrap me up awhile, When I a_m knowne_ aright yo_u_ shall no_t greeue, Lending me thi_s acqu F1_scene/17: _d te__a_r__e_s__ h_at_h pitti___ed_: _N_o b_____lown_e Am___b_i___tion_ d______oth __o____ur Arme______s______ i__n_c_i__te,_ B_______ut lo_v_e, de__ar love, a__nd o_ur ag____'__d______ F_athers R___ Q1_scene/17: aintance, ___I pray you __go_ along wit_h _me._ Exi__t. F1_scene/17: i__te___: Soon m_ay I__ hear, an__d s__ee him. Exeunt.____