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.
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 moulten lead.
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!
O, look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o’er me:
No, sir, you must not kneel.
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.
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.
Be comforted, good madam: the great rage,
You see, is kill’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.
You must bear with me:
Pray you now, forget and forgive: I am old and foolish. Exeunt all but Kent and Gentleman.
My point and period will be throughly wrought,
Or well or ill, as this day’s battle’s fought. Exit.
Act V
Scene I
The British camp, near Dover.
Enter, with drum and colours, Edmund, Regan, Gentlemen, and Soldiers. | |
Edmund |
Know of the duke if his last purpose hold, |
Regan | Our sister’s man is certainly miscarried. |
Edmund | ’Tis to be doubted, madam. |
Regan |
Now, sweet lord, |
Edmund | In honour’d love. |
Regan |
But have you never found my brother’s way |
Edmund | That thought abuses you. |
Regan |
I am doubtful that you have been conjunct |
Edmund | No, by mine honour, madam. |
Regan |
I never shall endure her: dear my lord, |
Edmund |
Fear me not: |
Enter, with drum and colours, Albany, Goneril, and Soldiers. | |
Goneril |
Aside. I had rather lose the battle than that sister |
Albany |
Our very loving sister, well be-met. |
Edmund | Sir, you speak nobly. |
Regan | Why is this reason’d? |
Goneril |
Combine together ’gainst the enemy; |
Albany |
Let’s then determine |
Edmund | I shall attend you presently at your tent. |
Regan | Sister, you’ll go with us? |
Goneril | No. |
Regan | ’Tis most convenient; pray you, go with us. |
Goneril | Aside. O, ho, I know the riddle.—I will go. |
As they are going out, enter Edgar disguised. | |
Edgar |
If e’er your grace had speech with man so poor, |
Albany | I’ll overtake you. Speak. Exeunt all but Albany and Edgar. |
Edgar |
Before you fight the battle, ope this letter. |
Albany | Stay till I have read the letter. |
Edgar |
I was forbid it. |
Albany | Why, fare thee well: I will o’erlook thy paper. Exit Edgar. |
Re-enter Edmund. | |
Edmund |
The enemy’s in view; draw up your powers. |
Albany | We will greet the time. Exit. |
Edmund |
To both these sisters have I sworn my love; |