Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound 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, Cor. 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 not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. 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 Cor. Will't please your highness walk? 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: As if we were God's spies: And we'll wear out, Edm. THE JUSTICE OF THE GODS. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to scourge us. EDGAR'S ACCOUNT OF HIS DISCOVERING HIMSELF TO HIS FATHER. List a brief tale ; And, when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst!The bloody proclamation to escape, To reconcile it to his apprehension. + Hear. That follow'd me so near, (O our lives' sweetness! Edm. This speech of yours hath mov'd me, And, shall, perchance, do good; but speak you on; You look as you had something more to say. Alb. If there be more, more woful, hold it in; For I am almost ready to dissolve, Hearing of this. Edg. This would have seem'd a period Whilst I was big in clamour, came there a man, Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding LEAR ON THE DEATH OF CORDELIA. Howl, howl, howl, howl;-O, you are men of stones; Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack:-O, she is gone for ever! I know when one is dead; and when one lives; * This feather stirs ; she lives! if it be so, That ever I have felt. Kent. O my good master! Lear. Pr'ythee, away. * * A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! [Kneeling. I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for ever!— What is't thou say'st?-Her voice was ever soft, LEAR DYING. 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! MACBETH. ACT I. WITCHES DESCRIBED. WHAT are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, Poor fool, in the time of Shakspeare, was an expression of endearment. That man may question? Yon seem to understand me, That you are so. MACBETH'S TEMPER. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great; The illness should attend it. highly, What thou wouldst That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, LADY MACBETH'S SOLILOQUY ON THE NEWS OF The raven himself is hoarse, That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, MACBETH'S IRRESOLUTION. * Murderous. + Pity. Wrap, as in a mantle. Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger. |