Kent

Why the King of France is so suddenly gone back know you no reason?

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.

Kent

Who hath he left behind him general?

Gentleman

The Marshal of France, Monsieur La Far.

Kent

Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief?

Gentleman

Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my presence;

And now and then an ample tear trilled down

Her delicate cheek: it seemed she was a queen

Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,

Sought to be king o'er her.

Kent

O, then it moved her.

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,

That played on her ripe lip, seemed not to know

What guests were in her eyes: which parted thence,

As pearls from diamonds dropped. In brief,

Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved,

If all could so become it.

Kent

Made she no verbal question?

Gentleman

'Faith, once or twice she heaved the name of “father”

Pantingly forth, as if it pressed 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

The holy water from her heavenly eyes,

And clamour-moistened: then away she started

To deal with grief alone.

Kent

It is the stars.

The stars above us, govern our conditions;

Else one self mate and make could not beget

Such different issues. You spoke not with her since?

Gentleman

No.

Kent

Was this before the king returned?

Gentleman

No, since.

Kent

Well, sir, the poor distressed Lear's i' the town;

Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers

What we are come about, and by no means

Will yield to see his daughter.

Gentleman

Why, good sir?

Kent

A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own unkindness,

That stripped her from his benediction, turned 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.

Gentleman

Alack, poor gentleman

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.