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In the midst of the storm, this conversation takes place between Kent, Lear, and the Fool (whom Lear turns to in this excerpt):

Alack, bare-headed!
Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest:
Repose you there; while I to this hard house--
More harder than the stones whereof 'tis raised;
Which even but now, demanding after you,
Denied me to come in--return, and force
Their scanted courtesy.

My wits begin to turn.
Come on, my boy: how dost, my boy? art cold?
I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange,
That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
That's sorry yet for thee.

What might Lear mean when he says “My wits begin to turn”?

Select ALL that apply.


He is ready to be reasonable and take shelter from the storm.


He is becoming even more mad.


He is experiencing the Fool’s humor in a new way.


He is perceiving the material world in a new way.


He is experiencing true compassion.

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