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Storm still Enter KENT disguised and GENTLEMAN, severally
The storm continues to rage. KENT enters in disguise. The GENTLEMAN enters from a different direction.

KENT
Who’s there, besides foul weather?
KENT
Who’s there, aside from this foul weather?

GENTLEMAN
One minded like the weather, most unquietly.
GENTLEMAN
Someone whose mood is as foul as the weather, very troubled.

KENT
I know you. Where’s the king?
KENT
I know you. Where’s the king?


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GENTLEMAN
Contending with the fretful elements.
Bids 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.
Strives 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,
And bids what will take all.
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 is with him?
KENT
But who’s with him?


GENTLEMAN
None but the fool, who labors to outjest
His heart-struck injuries.
GENTLEMAN
Nobody but the fool, who’s trying to soothe the wounds in the king’s heart with jokes.

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