Page 1886 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you,
Go along with me. [55]
(Exeunt.)

Scene IV IT

(The Same.)

Enter, with drum and colours, Cordelia, Doctor, and Soldiers.

CORDELIA
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 hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow [5]
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. [10]

DOCTOR
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.

CORDELIA
All bless’d secrets, [15]
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