Page 1884 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Sought to be king o’er her.

KENT
O! then it mov’d her. [15]

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 play’d on her ripe lip seem’d not to know [20]
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropp’d. In brief,

Sorrow would be a rarity most belov’d,
If all could so become it.

KENT
Made she no verbal question?

GENTLEMAN
Faith, once or twice she heav’d the name of ‘father’ [25]
Pantingly forth, as if it press’d her heart;

Cried ‘Sisters! sisters! Shame of ladies! sisters!
Kent! father! sisters! What? i’th’storm! i’th’night?
Let pity not believe it!’ There she shook
The holy water from her heavenly eyes, [30]

And clamour moisten’d, 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? [35]

GENTLEMAN
No.