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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