Ken.
What's here,14Q1348 beside ^note foul weather?

Gen.
One minded like the weather, most unquietly.

Ken.
I know you; Where's the king?

Gen.
Contending with the fretful element: ^note

Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change, or cease: tears his white hair; ^note
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of:
Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all.

Ken.
But who is with him?

Gen.
None but the fool; who labours to out-jest
His heart-strook injuries.

Ken.
Sir, I do know you;
And dare, upon the warrant of my art ^note,
Commend a dear thing to you. There is division,
Although as yet the face of it is cover'd ^note
With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwal:
Who have (as who have not, that their great stars ^note
Throne ^note and set high?) servants, who seem no less;
Which are to France the spies and speculations
Intelligent of our state: what hath been seen,
Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes;
Or the hard rein which both of them have born ^note
Against the old kind king; or something deeper,
Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings;—
But, true it is, from France there comes a power ^note
Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already,
Wise in our negligence, have secret ^note foot ^note
In some of our best ports, and are at point
To shew their open banner. Now to you:

If on my credit you dare build so far
To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
Some that will thank you, making just report
Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
The king hath cause to plain. I am a gentleman,
Of blood and breeding; and, from some knowledge and
Assurance of you, offer this office to you.

Gen.
I will talk further with you.

Ken.
No, do not.
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out wall, open this &dagger2; purse, and take
What it contains: If you shall see Cordelia,
(As fear not ^note but you shall) shew her this † ring; ^note
And she will tell you who your fellow ^note is
That yet you do not know. Fie on this storm!
I will go seek the king.

Gen.
Give me your hand.
Have you no more to say?

Ken.
Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet;
That, when we have found the king, ^note (in which, your pain
That † way; I'll † this) he that first lights on him,
Holla the other. [Exeunt severally.

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