Such groans-of roaring wind-and rain,-I never Remember to have heard: man's nature-can not carry Lear. Let the great gods, These dreadful summoners-grace! I-am a man— Kent. Alack, bare-headed! Gracious my lord, hard by here—is a hovel ; Some friendship-will it lend you-'gainst the tempest. Lear. Come on,-my boy: how dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold-myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? Th't can make vile things-precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool-and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet-for thee. Come,-bring us to this hovel. [Exeunt. SCENE FOURTH. Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool. Kent. Here is the place, my lord; good my lord, enter: The tyranny of this open night's-too rough Good my lord, enter. Kent. I'd rather break mine own. Lear. Thou-think'st 't is much-th't this contentious storm Invades us-to the skin: so 'tis-to thee; But where the greater malady is fix'd The lesser-is scarce felt. Thou 'dst shun a bear; But-if thy flight-lay toward the raging sea,— Thou'dst meet the bear-i' the mouth. When the mind's-free Your old-kind-father, whose frank heart-gave all,— Lear. Prithee,—go in thyself; seek thine own ease: ACT IV. SCENE FOURTH. Enter Cordelia, Physician, and Soldiers. As mad-as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; [Exit an Officer. All bless'd secrets, All you unpublished virtues of the earth,— Messenger. [Enter Messenger. News, madam: The British powers—are marching hitherward. Cor. 'Tis known-before; our preparation-stands In expectation of them. O dear father! It is thy business-th't I go about; Therefore-great France My mourning-and important tears-hath pitied. But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right: [Exeunt. SCENE SEVENTH. Lear asleep. Enter Cordelia, Kent, and Physician. 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 acknowledged,—madam, is o'er-paid. Nor more, nor clipp'd,—but so. Cor. These weeds Be better suited: —are memories of those worser hours: I prithee,-put them off. Kent. Pardon me, dear madam; Yet to be known-shortens-my made intent: Till time-and I-think meet. Cor. Then be't so, my good lord. [To Phys.] How does the king? Cor. Phys. Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed I' the sway of your own will. Is he arrayed? 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 music there! Thy medicine-on my lips; and let this kiss Repair-those violent harms-th't my two sisters— Have-in thy reverence-made! Kent. Kind-and dear princess! Cor. Had you-not been their father,-these-white flakesHad challenged 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) In short-and musty straw? Alack, alack! Phys. Madam,—do you; 't is fittest. Cor. 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, th't mine own tears— Do scald-like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit,—I know: when did you die? Still,-STILL-far wide! Phys. 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; Cor. Oh, look upon me, sir, And hold your hand-in benediction o'er me: Lear. Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish-fond-old man, Fourscore-and upward; not an hour-more nor less: I fear I am not-in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; What place this is: and all the skill I have Remembers not-these-garments; nor-I know not- 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. 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. 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 cured 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. ACT V-SCENE THIRD. Lear and Cordelia, as prisoners. Who, (with best meaning,)—have incurr'd the worst. Myself-could-else-out-frown-false fortune's frown. Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them-too, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, (In a wall'd prison,) packs-and sects-of great ones, That ebb and flow-by the moon. Upon such sacrifices, (my Cordelia,) The gods (themselves) throw incense. Have I caught thee? And fire us hence,-like foxes. Wipe thine eyes; The good-years-shall devour them, flesh-and fell, Ere they shall make us weep: we'll see 'em starve-first. XXIX.-LADY MACBETH AND HER HUSBAND. SHAKESPEARE. Lady Macbeth. Glamis-thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt beWhat thou art promised. Yet-do I fear-thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou would'st be great;— Art not without ambition: but-without The illness-should attend it. What thou would'st-highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false,— And that--which-rather-thou dost fear to do Than wishest-should be undone.' Hie thee hither, Th't I may pour my spirits-in thine ear; All th't impedes thee-from the golden round, Which fate-and metaphysical aid—doth seem To have thee crown'd withal. What is your tidings? [Enter Messenger. Messenger. The king-comes here to-night. Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, (were 't so,) Would have inform'd—for preparation. Mess. So, (please you,) it is true; our thane-is coming: One of my fellows-had the speed of him; |