Kent encounters the knight or gentleman to whom he entrusted messages in Act III, who discloses that the King of France has returned to France to cure some imperfection in the state, leaving his army in the hands of the Marshal of France (about whom we never hear again). He also confirms that Cordelia had gotten Kent’s message, to which she responded with “sunshine and rain at once, her smiles and tears were like a better way.” It becomes clear that she had read the letter on English soil, attending the army. Kent then describes Lear’s present location and condition, in Dover, and in such despair that he dares not see Cordelia. Kent takes the gentleman to Lear to look after him.
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ACT IV. SCENE III. The French camp near Dover.
Enter Kent and a Gentleman
Why the King of France is so suddenly gone back
know you the reason?
Something he left imperfect in the state which since
his coming forth is thought of, which imports to the
kingdom so much fear and danger that his personal 
return was most required and necessary.
KENT Who hath he left behind him general?
Gentleman The Marshal of France, Monsieur La Far.
KENT Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief?
Ay, sir. She took them, read them in my presence, 
And now and then an ample tear trilled down
Her delicate cheek. It seemed she was a queen
Over her passion, who, most rebel-like,
Sought to be king o’er her.
KENT O, then it moved her. 
Not to a rage. Patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears
Were like a better way. Those happy smilets
That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know 
What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropped. In brief,
Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved
If all could so become it.
KENT Made she no verbal question? 
Faith, once or twice she heaved the name of “father”
Pantingly forth, as if it pressed her heart,
Cried “Sisters, sisters, shame of ladies, sisters,
Kent, father, sisters! What, i’ th’ storm, i’ th’ night?
Let pity not be believed!” There she shook 
The holy water from her heavenly eyes
And clamor moistened. Then away she started
To deal with grief alone.
KENT It is the stars,
The stars above us govern our conditions, 
Else one self mate and make could not beget
Such different issues. You spoke not with her since?
KENT Was this before the King returned?
Gentleman No, since. 
Well, sir, the poor distressed Lear’s i’th’ town,
Who sometime in his better tune remembers
What we are come about, and by no means
Will yield to see his daughter.
Gentleman Why, good sir? 
A sovereign shame so elbows him. His own unkindness,
That stripped her from his benediction, turned her
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
To his dog-hearted daughters, these things sting
His mind so venomously that burning shame 
Detains him from Cordelia.
Gentleman Alack, poor gentleman!
KENT Of Albany’s and Cornwall’s powers you heard not?
Gentleman ‘Tis so. They are afoot.
Well, sir, I’ll bring you to our master Lear, 
And leave you to attend him. Some dear cause
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.