• Storm still Enter KENT disguised and GENTLEMAN, severally

    KENT

    Who’s there, besides foul weather?

    GENTLEMAN

    One minded like the weather, most unquietly.

    KENT

    I know you. Where’s the king?

    GENTLEMAN

    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.

    KENT

       But who is with him?

    GENTLEMAN

    None but the fool, who labors to outjest
    His heart-struck injuries.
  • The storm continues to rage. KENT enters in disguise. The GENTLEMAN enters from a different direction.

    KENT

    Who’s there, aside from this foul weather?

    GENTLEMAN

    Someone whose mood is as foul as the weather, very troubled.

    KENT

    I know you. Where’s the king?

    GENTLEMAN

    Struggling with the wind and rain. He’s shouting at the wind to blow the earth into the sea, or make the sea flood the earth—he wants to see the world return to primal chaos. He keeps tearing out his white hair, which the blindly raging winds catch up and blow away into nothingness. Small but brave in his surroundings, he’s trying to stand up against the wind and rain blowing back and forth. He’s running bareheaded, calling for the end of the world, out there on a night like this, when even savage animals ravenous with hunger crawl under cover and hide.

    KENT

    But who’s with him?

    GENTLEMAN

    Nobody but the fool, who’s trying to soothe the wounds in the king’s heart with jokes.