You know that scene where he's decked out in flowers and totally crazy or whatever?
Alack, 'tis he: why he was met even nowCordelia, Act IV, Scene iv
As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow weeds,
With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn.
Well now I'm craving...





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