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RV 287 (Rh) and the thoughts that will drive him mad are burning in his brain:

And then suddenly, as he controls himself, the blessed spirit of kindness breathes on him ‘like a meadow gale of spring,’ and he turns gently to Kent:

But his prayer is not for himself.

it begins, and I need not quote more. This is one of those passages which make one worship Shakespeare.