READ STUDY GUIDE: Act IV, scenes iii–v |
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Act IV, Scene iv:
The French camp. A Tent.
The French camp. A Tent.
| [Enter Cordelia, Physician, and Soldiers.] |
| Cor.: |
| Alack, 'tis he: why, he was met even now |
| As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; |
| Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow weeds, |
| With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, |
| Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow |
| In our sustaining corn.—A century send forth; |
| Search every acre in the high-grown field, |
| And bring him to our eye.[Exit an Officer.] |
| What can man's wisdom |
| In the restoring his bereaved sense? |
| He that helps him take all my outward worth. |
| Phys.: |
| There is means, madam: |
| Our foster nurse of nature is repose, |
| The which he lacks; that to provoke in him |
| Are many simples operative, whose power |
| Will close the eye of anguish. |
| Cor.: |
| All bless'd secrets, |
| All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, |
| Spring with my tears! be aidant and remediate |
| In the good man's distress!—Seek, seek for him; |
| Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life |
| That wants the means to lead it. |
| [Enter a Messenger.] |
| Mess.: |
| News, madam; |
| The British powers are marching hitherward. |
| Cor.: |
| 'Tis known before; our preparation stands |
| In expectation of them.—O dear father, |
| It is thy business that I go about; |
| Therefore great France |
| My mourning and important tears hath pitied. |
| No blown ambition doth our arms incite, |
| But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right: |
| Soon may I hear and see him! |
| [Exeunt.] |
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