Corn.
Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm. [Storm and tempest.

Reg.
This house is little; the old man and his people
Cannot be well bestow'd.

Gon.
'Tis his own blame hath put himself from rest,
And must needs taste his folly.

Reg.
For his particular, I'll receive him gladly;
But not one follower.

Gon.
So am I purpos'd.
Where is my Lord of Glo'ster? Enter Glo'ster.

Corn.
Follow'd the old man forth. He is return'd.

Glo.
The King is in high rage, and will I know not whither.

Corn.
'Tis best to give him way, he leads himself.

Gon.
My Lord, intreat him by no means to stay.

Glo.
Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds
Do sorely ruffle, for many miles about
There's scarce a bush.

Reg.
O Sir, to wilful men,
The injuries, that they themselves procure,
Must be their school-masters. Shut up your doors;
He is attended with a desp'rate train,
And what they may incense him to, being apt
To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear.

Corn.
Shut up your doors, my Lord, 'tis a wild night.
My Regan counsels well. Come out o'th' storm. [Exeunt.

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