Cordelia

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 acknowledged, madam, is o'erpaid.

All my reports go with the modest truth;

Nor more nor clipped, but so.

Cordelia

Be better suited:

These weeds are memories of those worser hours:

I prithee, put them off.

Kent

Pardon, dear madam;

Yet to be known shortens my made intent:

My boon I make it, that you know me not

Till time and I think meet.

Cordelia

Then be't so, my good lord. To the Doctor How does the king?

Doctor

Madam, sleeps still.

Cordelia

O you kind gods,

Cure this great breach in his abused nature!

The untuned and jarring senses, O, wind up

Of this child-changed father!

Doctor

So please your majesty

That we may wake the king: he hath slept long.

Cordelia

Be governed by your knowledge, and proceed

I' the sway of your own will. Is he arrayed?

Gentleman

Ay, madam; in the heaviness of sleep

We put fresh garments on him.

Doctor

Be by, good madam, when we do awake him;

I doubt not of his temperance.

Cordelia

Very well.

Doctor

Please you, draw near. Louder the music there!

Cordelia

O my dear father! Restoration hang

Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss

Repair those violent harms that my two sisters

Have in thy reverence made!

Kent

Kind and dear princess!

Cordelia

Had you not been their father, these white flakes

Did challenge pity of them. Was this a face

To be opposed against the warring winds?

To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?

In the most terrible and nimble stroke

Of quick, cross lightning? to watch — poor perdu! —

With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog,

Though he had bit me, should have stood that night

Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father,

To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn,

In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!

'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once

Had not concluded all. He wakes; speak to him.

Doctor

Madam, do you; 'tis fittest.

Cordelia

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

Do scald like molten lead.

Cordelia

Sir, do you know me?

Lear

You are a spirit, I know: when did you die?

Cordelia

Still, still, far wide!

Doctor

He's scarce awake: let him alone awhile.

Lear

Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight?

I am mightily abused. I should e'en 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 assured

Of my condition!

Cordelia

O, look upon me, sir,

And hold your hand 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, not an hour more nor less;

And, to deal plainly,

I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

Methinks I should know you, and know this man;

Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant

What place this is; and all the skill I have

Remembers not these garments; nor I know not

Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me;

For, as I am a man, I think this lady

To be my child Cordelia.

Cordelia

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.

I know you do not love me; for your sisters

Have, as I do remember, done me wrong:

You have some cause, they have not.

Cordelia

No cause, no cause.

Lear

Am I in France?

Kent

In your own kingdom, sir.

Lear

Do not abuse me.

Doctor

Be comforted, good madam: the great rage,

You see, is killed 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.

Cordelia

Will't please your highness walk?

Lear

You must bear with me:

Pray you now, forget and forgive: I am old and foolish. Exeunt all but Kent and Gentleman.

Gentleman

Holds it true, sir, that the Duke of Cornwall was so slain?

Kent

Most certain, sir.

Gentleman

Who is conductor of his people?

Kent

As 'tis said, the bastard son of Gloucester.

Gentleman

They say Edgar, his banished son, is with the Earl of Kent in Germany.

Kent

Report is changeable. 'Tis time to look about; the powers of the kingdom approach apace.

Gentleman

The arbitrement is like to be bloody. Fare you well, sir.

Kent