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And give the letters, which thou find'st about me,
What is he dead? Edg. Sit you down, father ; rest you.Let's see his pockets: these letters, that he speaks of, May be my friends.--He's dead; I am only sorry He had no other death's-man.-Let us see : Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not: To know our enemies' we'd rip their hearts; Their papers, is more lawful.9
[Reads.] Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You have many opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror : Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my gaol ; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour.
Your wife, (so I would say,) and your affectionate servant,
GONERIL. O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!-A plot upon her virtuous husband's life; And the exchange, my brother !-Here, in the sands, Thee I'll rake up,' the post unsanctified Of murderous lechers : and, in the mature time,
To rip their papers is more lawful.
With this ungracious paper strike the sight
[Erit EDGAR, dragging out the body. Glo. The king is mad: How stiff is
Give me your hand : Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. [Exeunt.
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.
Kezt. To be acknowledg'd, madam, is o'er-paid. All my reports go with the modest truth; Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so. Cor.
Be better suited :2 These weeds are memories 3 of those worser hours; I pr’ythee, put them off. ·Kent.
Pardon me, dear madam;
Yet to be known, shortens
made intent:4 My boon I make it, that you know me not, Till time and I think meet. Cor. Then be it so, my good lord.-How does the king?
[To the Physician. Phys. Madam, sleeps still.
Cor. O you kind gods,
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.
Kind and dear princess! Cor. Had you not been their father, these white
4 Intent formed.
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest.
Sir, do you know me?
day-light? I am mightily abus'd. 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 assur'd Of my condition. Cor.
0, look upon me, sir,
5 The allusion is to the forlorn-hope in an army, called in
French, enfans perdus.
hands in benediction o'er me : No, sir, you must not kneel. Lear.
Pray, do not mock me:
And so I am, I am.
weep not :
No cause, no cause.
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 :
7 To reconcile it to his apprehension.