Thursday, October 14, 2010
Finding Redemption in Reasoned Constancy
Shakespeare, "King Lear" (Act III Sc I):
SCENE I. A heath. (Storm still. Enter KENT and a Gentleman, meeting)
KENT - Who's there, besides foul weather?
Gentleman - One minded like the weather, most unquietly.
KENT - I know you. Where's the king?
Gentleman - Contending with the fretful element:
Bids the winds blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell the curled 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 out-scorn
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.
KENT - But who is with him?
Gentleman - None but the fool; who labours to out-jest
His heart-struck injuries.