Cordelia. O you kind gods, Cure this great breach in his abused nature! Of this child-changed father! Physician. wind up So please your majesty, That we may wake the king? he hath slept long. Cordelia. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed I' the sway of your own will. Is he array'd? Gentleman. Ay, madam, in the heaviness of his sleep, We put fresh garments on him. Physician. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him; I doubt not of his temperance. Cordelia. Physician. Please you, draw musick there. Very well. near. Louder the Cordelia. O my dear father! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters Have in thy reverence made! Kent. Kind and dear princess ! Cordelia. Had you not been their father, these white flakes Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face To be expos'd against the warring winds? To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder? Of quick, cross lightning? to watch (poor perdu !) Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Had not concluded all.-He wakes; speak to him. Cordelia. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave :Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Cordelia. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die? Cordelia. Still, still, far wide! Physician. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been?-Where am I?-Fair daylight? I am mightily abus'd.—I should even die with pity, I will not swear, these are my hands :--let's see; And hold your hands in benediction o'er me ;— 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 : To be my child Cordelia. Cordelia. And so I am, I am. Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know, you do not love me; for your Cordelia. Lear. Am I in France? Lear. Do not abuse me. No cause, no cause. In your own kingdom, sir. Physician. Be comforted, good madam: the great rage, Cordelia. Will't please your highness walk? You must bear with me: Pray now, forget and forgive: I am old, and foolish. ACT V. SCENE III. Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl!—O, you are men of stones; Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack:-O, she is gone for ever!— I know when one is dead, and when one lives; Kent. Is this the promis'd end? Edgar. Or image of that horror? Albany. Fall, and cease! Lear. This feather stirs ; she lives! if it be so, It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt. Kent. Lear. Pr'ythee, away. Edgar. O my good master! 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for ever!Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha! What is 't thou say'st ?-Her voice was ever soft, KING JOHN. ACT III. SCENE I. Lewis. ATHER, to arms! Blanche. Upon thy wedding day ?11 Against the blood that thou hast married? What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men ? Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drums,— O husband, hear me !-ah, alack, how new Is husband in my mouth? even for that name, Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce, Against mine uncle. * Blanche. The sun's o'ercast with blood: Fair day, adieu ! Which is the side that I must go withal? |