He has called for his horse, but I don’t know where he’s headed.
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CORNWALL
'Tis best to give him way. He leads himself.
CORNWALL
It’s best just to let him go. He won’t listen to anyone’s advice.
GONERIL
(to GLOUCESTER) My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.
GONERIL
(to GLOUCESTER) My lord, don’t try to persuade him to stay.
GLOUCESTER
Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds
Do sorely ruffle. For many miles about
There’s scarce a bush.
GLOUCESTER
Ah, but it’s getting dark, and the winds are strong and stormy. There’s hardly a bush for miles around. He’ll have no shelter.
300
REGAN
O sir, to wilful men,
The injuries that they themselves procure
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors.
He is attended with a desperate train.
And what they may incense him to, being apt
To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear.
REGAN
Oh, sir, impetuous people learn their lessons from the consequences of their foolish actions. Lock the doors. His attendants are desperate, violent men. I’m afraid of what they might encourage him to do, considering the state he’s in.
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CORNWALL
Shut up your doors, my lord. 'Tis a wild night.
My Regan counsels well. Come out o' th' storm.
CORNWALL
Lock the doors, my lord. It’s a wild night. Regan gives good advice. Come in out of the storm.