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these are my
Lear. You' do me wrong, to take me out o'the
Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know: When did you Cor. Still, still, far wide!
[die? Phys. He's scarce awake ; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been?_Where am I?
Fair day-light?I am mightily abus'd.— I should even die with pity, To see another thus.—I know not what to say.I will not swear,
hands: let's see; I feel this pin prick. 'Would I were assur'd Of my condition. Cor.
O, look upon me, sir, And hold
your hands in benediction o'er me:No, sir, you must not kneel. Lear.
Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man: Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night: Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be
child Cordelia. Cor.
And so I am,
weep not: If
you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know, you do not love
Have, as I do remember, done me wrong:
No cause, no cause.
In your own kingdom, sir. Lear. Do not abuse me.
Phys. Be comforted, good madam: thegreat rage,
Cor. Will't please your highness walk?
You must bear with me: Pray now, forget and forgive: I am old, and foolish.
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out;And take upon us the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: And we'll wear out, In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon. Edm.
Take them away. Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense.
* To reconcile it to his apprehension.
THE JUSTICE OF THE GODS.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to scourge us.
EDGAR'S ACCOUNT OF HIS DISCOVERING HIMSELF TO
List* a brief tale;And, when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst! The bloody proclamation to escape, That follow'd me so near, (O our lives' sweetness! That with the pain of death we'd hourly die, Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift Into a madman's rags; to assume a semblance That very dogs disdain'd: and in this habit Met I my father with his bleeding rings, Their precious stones new lost; became his guide, Led him, begg'd for him, sav'd him from despair ; Never (O fault!) reveal'd myself unto him, Until some half hour past, when I was arm’d, Not sure, though hoping, of this good success, I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last Told him my pilgrimage: But his flaw'd heart, (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!) "Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Burst smilingly
Edm. This speech of yours hath mov'd me, And shall, perchance, do good; but speak you on; You look as you had something nore to say
Alb. If there be more, more woful, hold it in; For I am almost ready to dissolve, Hearing of this.
Edg. This would have seem'd a period To such as love not sorrow; but another,
To amplify too much, would make much more,
LEAR ON THE DEATH OF CORDELIA.
Howl, howl, howl, howl ;-0, you are men of
stones ; Had I your tongues and
them so eyes,
I'd That heaven's vault should crack:-0, she is gone
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so,
O my good master! [Kneeling. Lear. Pr’ythee, away.
A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!
And my poor fool* is hang'd! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no Never, never, never, never, never! [more,
WHAT are these,
highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.
* Poor fool, in the time of Shakspeare, was an expression of endearment.