Page 1885 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

KENT

Was this before the king return’d?

GENTLEMAN
No, since.

KENT
Well, sir, the poor distressed Lear’s i’th’town;
Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers

What we are come about, and by no means [40]
Will yield to see his daughter.

GENTLEMAN
Why, good sir?

KENT
A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own unkindness,
That stripp’d her from his benediction, turn’d her
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights

To his dog-hearted daughters, these things sting [45]
His mind so venomously that burning shame
Detains him from Cordelia.

GENTLEMAN
Alack! poor gentleman.

KENT

Of Albany’s and Cornwall’s powers you heard not?

GENTLEMAN

’Tis so, they are afoot.

KENT
Well, sir, I’ll bring you to our master Lear, [50]
And leave you to attend him. Some dear cause
Will in concealment wrap me up awhile;
When I am known aright, you shall not grieve