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  Act 2 Scene 4

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CORNWALL

   Whither is he going?

CORNWALL

Where’s he going?

GLOUCESTER

He calls to horse, but will I know not whither.

GLOUCESTER

He has called for his horse, but I don’t know where he’s headed.

CORNWALL

295'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.

REGAN

   O sir, to wilful men,
300The 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.

CORNWALL

305Shut 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.
Exeunt
They all exit.