Be Great In Act, As You Have

Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of The Shade, Minions Of The Moon

Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest When They Are From Home.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

Kent. Where's The King? Gent. Contending With The Fretful Elements; Bids The Wind Blow The Earth Into The Sea, Or Swell The Curled Waters '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-pinched Wolf Keep Their Fur Dry, Unbonneted He Runs, And Bids What Will Take All.