Glo. The king is mad: How stiff is my vile sense, The knowledge of themselves. Edg. Re-enter EDGAR. Give me your hand: [Exeunt. Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. 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'er-paid. All my reports go with the modest truth; Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so. Be better suited": Cor. I pr'ythee, put them off. 9 Pardon me, dear madam ; Kent. Till time and I think meet. Cor. Then be it so, my good lord.-How does the king? 8 Be better suited:] i. e. Be better dressed. [To the Physician. 9 These weeds are memories -] i. e. memorials, remembrancers. 1 my made intent :] An intent made, is an intent formed. Phys. Madam, sleeps still. Cor. O you kind gods, Cure this great breach in his abused nature! Phys. So please your majesty, That we may wake the king? he hath slept long. Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed I'the sway of your own will. Is he array'd? 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 musick there. Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters Kent. Kind and dear princess! Cor. 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 2 Of this child-changed father!] i. e. changed to a child by his years and wrongs; or changed by his children. 3 to watch (poor perdu!) With this thin helm ?] The allusion is to the forlorn hope in an army, which are put upon desperate adventures, and called in French enfans perdus. With this thin helm? i. e. bare-headed. In short and musty straw? Alack, alack! Cor. How does my royal lord? majesty? How fares your 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-light? I am mightily abus'd.—I should even die with pity, I feel this pin prick. 'Would I were assur'd 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 ; To be my child Cordelia. Cor. And so I am, I am. Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith. I pray, weep hot: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know, you do not love me; for your sisters Cor. Lear. Am I in France? Lear. Do not abuse me. No cause, no cause. In your own kingdom, sir. 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. Cor. Will't please your highness walk? Lear. You must bear with me: Pray now, forget and forgive: I am old, and foolish. [Exeunt LEAR, CORDELIA, Physician, and Attendants. Gent. Holds it true, sir, That the duke of Cornwall was so slain? Kent. Gent. Who is conductor of his people? The bastard son of Gloster. Gent. Most certain, sir. As 'tis said, They say, Edgar, 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. To make him even o'er the time he has lost.] i. e. to reconcile it to his apprehension. VOL. VIII. I Kent. My point and period will be throughly wrought, Or well or ill, as this day's battle's fought. ACT V. [Exit. SCENE I. - The Camp of the British Forces, near Dover. Enter, with Drums and Colours, Edmund, Regan, Officers, Soldiers, and Others. Edm. Know of the duke, if his last purpose hold; Or, whether since he is advis'd by aught To change the course: He's full of alteration, [To an Officer, who goes out. Reg. Our sister's man is certainly miscarried. Now, sweet lord, You know the goodness I intend upon you: Edm. In honour'd love. Reg. But have you never found my brother's way To the forefended place? Edm. That thought abuses you'. Reg. I am doubtful that you have been conjunct And bosom'd with her, as far as we call hers. Edm. No, by mine honour, madam. Reg. I never shall endure her: Dear my lord, Be not familiar with her. Edm. Fear me not : She, and the duke her husband, 6 5 his constant pleasure.] His settled resolution. forefended place?] i. e. prohibited, forbidden. 7 That thought abuses you.] That thought imposes on you. |