Storm still Enter KENT disguised and GENTLEMAN, severally
Who’s there, besides foul weather?
One minded like the weather, most unquietly.
I know you. Where’s the king?
Contending with the fretful elements.
5Bids the winds blow the earth into the sea
Or swell the curlèd water 'bove the main,
That things might change or cease. Tears his white hair,
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury and make nothing of.
10Strives in his little world of man to outscorn
The to-and-fro–conflicting wind and rain.
This night—wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,
The lion and the belly-pinchèd wolf
Keep their fur dry—unbonneted he runs,
15And bids what will take all.
But who is with him?
None but the fool, who labors to outjest
His heart-struck injuries.