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soft music playing; Gentleman, and others attending.CORDELIA
Enter CORDELIA, KENT, and Doctor
O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work,KENT
To match thy goodness? My life will be too short,
And every measure fail me.
To be acknowledged, madam, is o'erpaid.CORDELIA
All my reports go with the modest truth;
Nor more nor clipp'd, but so.
Be better suited:KENT
These weeds are memories of those worser hours:
I prithee, put them off.
Pardon me, dear madam;CORDELIA
Yet to be known shortens my made intent:
My boon I make it, that you know me not
Till time and I think meet.
Then be't so, my good lord.Doctor
To the DoctorHow does the king?
Madam, sleeps still.CORDELIA
O you kind gods,Doctor
Cure this great breach in his abused nature!
The untuned and jarring senses, O, wind up
Of this child-changed father!
So please your majestyCORDELIA
That we may wake the king: he hath slept long.
Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceedGentleman
I' the sway of your own will. Is he array'd?
Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleepDoctor
We put fresh garments on him.
Be by, good madam, when we do awake him;CORDELIA
I doubt not of his temperance.
Please you, draw near. Louder the music there!CORDELIA
O my dear father! Restoration hangKENT
Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss
Repair those violent harms that my two sisters
Have in thy reverence made!
Kind and dear princess!CORDELIA
Had you not been their father, these white flakesDoctor
Had challenged pity of them. Was this a face
To be opposed against the warring winds?
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick, cross lightning? to watch--poor perdu!--
With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn,
In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once
Had not concluded all. He wakes; speak to him.
Madam, do you; 'tis fittest.CORDELIA
How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty?KING LEAR
You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave:CORDELIA
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like moulten lead.
Sir, do you know me?KING LEAR
You are a spirit, I know: when did you die?CORDELIA
Still, still, far wide!Doctor
He's scarce awake: let him alone awhile.KING LEAR
Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight?CORDELIA
I am mightily abused. I should e'en die with pity,
To see another thus. I know not what to say.
I will not swear these are my hands: let's see;
I feel this pin prick. Would I were assured
Of my condition!
O, look upon me, sir,KING LEAR
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me:
No, sir, you must not kneel.
Pray, do not mock me:CORDELIA
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less;
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 my child Cordelia.
And so I am, I am.KING LEAR
Be your tears wet? yes, 'faith. I pray, weep not:CORDELIA
If you have poison for me, I will drink it.
I know you do not love me; for your sisters
Have, as I do remember, done me wrong:
You have some cause, they have not.
No cause, no cause.KING LEAR
Am I in France?KENT
In your own kingdom, sir.KING LEAR
Do not abuse me.Doctor
Be comforted, good madam: the great rage,CORDELIA
You see, is kill'd in him: and yet it is danger
To make him even o'er the time he has lost.
Desire him to go in; trouble him no more
Till further settling.
Will't please your highness walk?KING LEAR
You must bear with me:Gentleman
Pray you now, forget and forgive: I am old and foolish.
Exeunt all but KENT and Gentleman
Holds it true, sir, that the Duke of Cornwall was so slain?KENT
Most certain, sir.Gentleman
Who is conductor of his people?KENT
As 'tis said, the bastard son of Gloucester.Gentleman
They say Edgar, his banished son, is with the EarlKENT
of Kent in Germany.
Report is changeable. 'Tis time to look about; theGentleman
powers of the kingdom approach apace.
The arbitrement is like to be bloody. Fare youKENT
My point and period will be throughly wrought,
Or well or ill, as this day's battle's fought.
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