From King Lear:
That sir which serves and seeks for gain,
And follows but for form,
Will pack when it begins to rain,
And leave thee in the storm…
Contradiction and surprise, encountered in a story, will always affect me – make me laugh, make me weep.
Later in the play, the mad Lear encounters the blind Gloucester on the heath – the King raves endlessly, Gloucester’s appearance proving inspiration for his mad imaginings. No he does not know him, he refuses Gloucester’s inquiries until,
just before the French soldiers come to detain the King,
just before the King leads them on a wild chase,
the King sees Gloucester
for a brief moment he sees him clearly
and he says:
If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester:
and then, in his bedraggled state, consoles Gloucester like a child:
Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:
Thou know’st, the first time that we smell the air,
We wawl and cry.
ah. what a turn that is. I never see it coming, and it chokes me up every time.