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ACT III IT
Scene I IT
(A Heath.)
A storm, with thunder and lightning. Enter Kent and a Gentleman,
meeting.
KENT
Who’s there, besides foul weather?
GENTLEMAN
One minded like the weather, most unquietly.
KENT
I know you. Where’s the King?
GENTLEMAN
Contending with the fretful elements;
Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, [5]
Or swell the curled 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 out-storm [10]
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all.
KENT
