ACT 4
Scene 3

...more thou know’st.
Enter Kent in disguise and a Gentleman.

...you no reason?
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.

...behind him general?
The Marshal of France, Monsieur La Far.

...demonstration of grief?
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,
Fought to be king o’er her.

...it moved her.
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.

...no verbal question?
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’ th’ storm, i’ th’ night?
Let pity not be believed!” There she shook
The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
And clamor moistened. Then away she started,
To deal with grief alone.

...her since?
No.

...the King returned?
No, since.

...see his daughter.
Why, good sir?

...him from Cordelia.
Alack, poor gentleman!

...you heard not?
’Tis so. They are afoot.

...Along with me.
They exit.