Enter, with drum and colors, CORDELIA, DOCTOR, and soldiers
Alack, ’tis he. Why, he was met even now
As mad as the vexed sea, singing aloud,
Crowned with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds,
With burdocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
5Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn.—A century send forth.
Search every acre in the high-grown field,
And bring him to our eye.
Exit some soldiers
What can man’s wisdom
In the restoring his bereavèd sense?
10He that helps him take all my outward worth.
There is means, madam.
Our foster nurse of nature is repose,
The which he lacks—that to provoke in him
Are many simples operative, whose power
15Will close the eye of anguish.
All blessed secrets,
All you unpublished virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears. Be aidant and remediate
In the good man’s distress. Seek, seek for him,
Lest his ungoverned rage dissolve the life
20That wants the means to lead it.
Enter SECOND MESSENGER
The British powers are marching hitherward.