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Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile Lear. Where have I been?-Where am I?-Fair
day-light? I am mightily abusod. - I should even 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 assurd or my condition. Cor.
0, look upon me, sir,
Pray, do not mock me
And so I am, I am.
No cause, no cause,
In your own kingdom, sir Leur. Do not abuse me.
Phys. Be comforted, good madam: the great rage, You see, is cur'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. Cur. Will’t please your highness walk?
* To reconcile it to its apprehension.
You must bear with me: Pray now, forget, and forgive: I am old, and foolish.
ACT V. LEAR TO CORDELIA WHEN TAKEN PRISONERS 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.
THE JUSTICE OF THE GODS. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Made instruments to scourge us. EDGAR'S ACCOUNT OF HIS DISCOVERING HIMSEL)
TO HIS FATHER. List* a brief tale;And, when 'tis told, 0, that my heart would burst!-The bloody proclamation to escape, That follow'd me so near, (O our lives' sweetness! Thát 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 dog's disdain'd: and in this habit Met I my father with his bleeding rings, Their precious stones new lost; became his guide, Led him, beggd for him, sav'd him from despair; Never (O fault!) reveald 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
Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief
Edm. This speech of your's hath mov'd me, And shall, perchąnce, do good; but speak jou on: You look as you had something more to say:
Alb. If there be more, more woful, hold it in;
Edg. This would have seem'd a period
LEAR ON THE DEATH OF CORDELIA.
Howl, howl, howl, howl;-0, you are men of
stones; Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so 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. Priythee, away. 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 sost, Gentle, and low.
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
more, Never, never, never, never, never!
highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, And yet would'st wrongly win.
Poor Fool, in the time of Shakespeare, was an ex pression of endearment.
LADY MACBETH'S SOLILOQUY ON THE NEWS
DUNCAN'S APPROACH. The raven himself is hoarse, That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal* thoughts, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full or direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse;t 'That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on Nature's mischief! Come, thick night; And pallf thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Holdi
MACBETH'S IRRESOLUTION. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel upon the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,We'd jump the life to come.-But, in these cases, We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. • He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
* Murderous. † Pity. # Wrap, as in a mantle. & Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger