A Heath.
 A storm, with thunder and lightning.
 Enter KENT and 1st GENTLEMAN, meeting.

Kent	Who's there, besides foul weather?

1st Gentleman	One minded like the weather, most unquietly.

Kent	I know you. Where's the king?

1st Gentleman	Contending with the fretful elements;
	Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
	Or swell the curld waters 'bove the main,
	That things might change or cease; tears his white hair,
	Which the impetuous blasts with eyeless rage
	Catch in their fury and make nothing of;
	Strives in his little world of man to outstorm
	The to-and-fro conflicting wind and rain.
	This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,
	The lion and the belly-pinchd wolf
	Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
	And bids what will take all.

Kent								But who is with him?

1st Gentleman	None but the Fool, who labours to outjest
	His heart-struck injuries.

Kent									Sir, I do know you,
	And dare, upon the warrant of my note,
	Commend a dear thing to you. There is division,
	Although as yet the face of it is covered
	With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall;
	Who have-as who have not that their great stars
	Throned and set high?-servants, who seem no less,
	Which are to France the spies and speculations
	Intelligent of our state. What hath been seen,
	Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes,
	Or the hard rein which both of them hath borne
	Against the old kind king; or something deeper,
	Whereof perchance these are but furnishings-
	But, true it is, from France there comes a power
	Into this scattered kingdom, who already,
	Wise in our negligence, have secret feet
	In some of our best ports, and are at point
	To show their open banner. Now to you:
	If on my credit you dare build so far
	To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
	Some that will thank you, making just report
	Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
	The king hath cause to plain.
	I am a gentleman of blood and breeding,
	And from some knowledge and assurance offer
	This office to you.

1st Gentleman	I will talk further with you.

Kent									No, do not.
	For confirmation that I am much more
	Than my out-wall, open this purse and take
	What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia-
	As fear not but you shall-show her this ring,
	And she will tell you who that fellow is
	That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm!
	I will go seek the king.

1st Gentleman	Give me your hand. Have you no more to say?

Kent	Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet;
	That when we have found the king-in which your pain
	That way, I'll this-he that first lights on him
	Holla the other.
												[Exeunt severally.
