SCENE ［IV. The same. A tent］
Enter, with drum and colours, CORDELIA, DOCTOR, and Soldiers
COR. 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
In our sustaining corn. A sentry 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.
DOCT. There is means, madam.
Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,
Are many simples〖Medicinal herbs.〗 operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguish.
COR. All blest secrets,
All you unpublish’d virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears! be aidant and remediate〖Helpful and curative.〗
In the good man’s distress! Seek, seek for him,
Lest his ungovern’d rage dissolve the life
That wants the means to lead it.
Enter a MESSENGER
MESS. News, madam!
The British powers are marching hitherward.
COR. ’Tis known before; our preparation stands
In expectation of them. O dear father,
It is thy business that I go about;
Therefore great France
My mourning and importune〖Importunate, persistent.〗 tears hath pitied.
No blown〖Puffed up.〗 ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our ag’d father’s right.
Soon may I hear and see him! Exeunt.