Will in concealment wrap me up awhile;
When I am known aright, you shall not grieve
Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you go
Along with me.

[Exeunt.]



Scene IV. The French camp. A Tent.

[Enter Cordelia, Physician, and Soldiers.]

Cor.
Alack, 'tis he: why, he was met even now
As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow weeds,
With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, 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 an Officer.]
What can man's wisdom
In the restoring his bereaved sense?
He that helps him take all my outward worth.

Phys.
There is means, madam:
Our foster nurse of nature is repose,
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him