1732Lear. By whome, by heau'n I'le be resolued.

28671733king Let him goe Gertred, away, I feare him not,

28681734There's such diuinitie doth wall a king,

28691735That treason dares not looke on.

28711736Let him goe Gertred, that your father is murdred,

29011737T'is true, and we most sory for it,

2901.11738Being the chiefest piller of our state:

28911739Therefore will you like a most desperate gamster,

1740Swoop-stake-like, draw at friend, and foe, and all?

28951741Lear. To his good friends thus wide I'le ope mine arms,

1742And locke them in my hart, but to his foes,

551.11743I will no reconcilement but by bloud.

28981744king Why now you speake like a most louing sonne:

1745And that in soule we sorrow for for his death,

29021746Your selfe ere long shall be a witnesse,

29601747Meane while be patient, and content your selfe.

29061749Lear. Who's this, Ofelia? O my deere sister!

29121750I'st possible a yong maides life,

29131751Should be as mortall as an olde mans sawe?

2913.11752O heau'ns themselues! how now Ofelia?

2913.21753Ofel. Wel God a mercy, I a bin gathering of floures:

29331754Here, here is rew for you,

1755You may call it hearb a grace a Sundayes,

1756Heere's some for me too: you must weare your rew

29351757With a difference, there's a dazie.

29271758Here Loue, there's rosemary for you

1759For remembrance: I pray Loue remember,

29281760And there's pansey for thoughts.

29301761Lear. A document in madnes, thoughts, remembrance:

29511762O God, O God!

29321763Ofelia There is fennell for you, I would a giu'n you

29361764Some violets, but they all withered, when

1765My father died: alas, they say the owle was

27851766A Bakers daughter, we see what we are,

1767But can not tell what we shall be.