O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!- And the exchange, my brother!-Here, in the sands, Of murderous lechers: and, in the mature time, [Exit Edgar, dragging out the body. The knowledge of themselves. Edg. Re-enter EDGAR. Give me your hand: [Exeunt. Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. SCENE VII. A Tent in the French camp. LEAR on a bed, asleep; Physician, Gentleman, and others, attending: Enter CORDELIA and KENT. Cor. O thou good Kent, how shall I live, and work, To match thy goodness? My life will be too short, And every measure fail me. Kent. To be acknowledg'd, madam, is o'erpay'd. All my reports go with the modest truth; Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so. Yet to be known, shortens my made intent: Cor. Then be it so, my good lord. How does the king? Phys. Madam, sleeps still. Cor. O you kind gods, [to the Physician. Cure this great breach in his abused nature! Phys. Gent. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep, We put fresh garments on him. Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him; 'I doubt not of his temperance. Cor. Very well. Phys. Please you, draw near.-Louder the mu sick there. Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss Kent. Kind and dear princess! Cor. Had you not been their father, these white Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face Of quick, cross lightning? to watch (poor perdu! 90) Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Cor. 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 Cor. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die? Cor. Still, still, far wide! Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been? Where am I?-Fair day I am mightily abus'd.—I should even die with pity, 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 map; To be my child Cordelia. If Cor. And so I am, I am. I pray, Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith. weep not: you have poison for me, I will drink it. Cor. Lear. Am I in France? No cause, no cause. Kent. Lear. Do not abuse me. In your own kingdom, sir. Phys. Be comforted, good madam: the great rage, Cor. Will't please your highness walk? You must bear with me: Pray now, forget and forgive: I am old, and foolish. [Exeunt Lear, Cordelia, Physician, and His banish'd son, is with the earl of Kent In Germany. Kent. Report is changeable. 'Tis time to look about; the powers o'the kingdom Approach apace. Gent. The arbitrement is like to be a bloody. Fare you well, sir. [Exit. Kent. My point and period will be throughly. wrought, Or well, or ill, as this day's battle's fought.] [Exit. |