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- $Title{King Lear: Act IV, Scene III}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01350.txt}
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- KING LEAR
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- ACT IV
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- SCENE III: The French camp near Dover.
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- {Enter KENT and a Gentleman.}
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- KENT: Why the King of France is so suddenly gone back
- know you the reason?
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- Gentleman: Something he left imperfect in the
- state, which since his coming forth is thought
- of; which imports to the kingdom so much
- fear and danger, that his personal return was
- most required and necessary.
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- KENT: Who hath he left behind him general?
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- Gentleman: The Marshal of France, Monsieur La Far.
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- KENT: Did your letters pierce the queen to any 10
- demonstration of grief?
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- Gentleman: Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my presence;
- And now and then an ample tear trill'd down
- Her delicate cheek: it seem'd she was a queen
- Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,
- Sought to be king o'er her.
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- KENT: O, then it moved her.
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- Gentleman: Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove
- Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
- Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears
- Were like a better way: those happy smilets, 20
- That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
- What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
- As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. In brief,
- Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved,
- If all could so become it.
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- KENT: Made she no verbal question?
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- Gentleman: 'Faith, once or twice she heaved the name of 'father'
- Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart:
- Cried 'Sisters! sisters! Shame of ladies! sisters!
- Kent! father! sisters! What, i' the storm? i' the
- night?
- Let pity not be believed!' There she shook 30
- The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
- And clamor moisten'd: then away she started
- To deal with grief alone.
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- KENT: It is the stars,
- The stars above us, govern our conditions;
- Else one self mate and mate could not beget
- Such different issues. You spoke not with her since?
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- Gentleman: No.
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- KENT: Was this before the king return'd?
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- Gentleman: No, since.
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- KENT: Well, sir, the poor distressed Lear's i' the town;
- Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers 40
- What we are come about, and by no means
- Will yield to see his daughter.
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- Gentleman: Why, good sir?
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- KENT: A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own unkindness,
- That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her
- To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
- To his dog-hearted daughters, these things sting
- His mind so venomously, that burning shame
- Detains him from Cordelia.
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- Gentleman: Alack, poor gentleman!
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- KENT: Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you heard not?
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- Gentleman: 'Tis so, they are afoot. 50
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- 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.
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- [Exeunt.]
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