Cor.
Alack, 'tis he: why, he was met even now
As mad as ^note the vex'd ^note sea; singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumiter ^note and furrow-weeds ^note,
With bur-docks ^note, hemlock, nettles ^note, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn ^note. A century ^note send ^note forth ^note;
Search every acre in the high-grown field,

And bring him to our eye ^note. [Exit ^note an Officer.] What can man's ^note wisdom
In ^note the restoring his ^note bereaved sense? ^note
He that helps ^note him take all my outward worth ^note.

Doct. ^note
There is ^note means, madam:
Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,
The which he lacks: that ^note to provoke in him,
Are many simples operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguish.

Cor.
All blest secrets,
All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, ^note
Spring with my tears! be aidant and remediate ^note
In the good man's distress ^note! Seek, seek for him;
Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life
That wants the means to lead it. Enter a Messenger. ^note

Mess.
News, madam;
The British powers are marching hitherward. ^note

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 ^note
My mourning and ^note important ^note tears hath pitied.

No blown ambition doth our arms incite ^note,
But love, dear love, and our aged ^note father's right ^note:
Soon may I hear and see him! ^note [Exeunt. ^{note note}

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