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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Michael Best
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King Lear (Modern, Extended Quarto)

[Scene 21]
Enter Cordelia, Kent [disguised], a doctor, and a gentleman. [Soft music]
2745Cordelia
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.
To be acknowledged, madam, is o'er-paid.
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.
2755I prithee put them off.
Pardon me, 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.
2760Cordelia
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 abusèd nature;
2765The untuned and hurrying 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
2770I'th'sway of your own will. Is he arrayed?
Doctor
Ay, madam. In the heaviness of his sleep
We put fresh garments on him.
Gentleman
Good madam, be by when we do awake him.
2775I doubt not of his temperance.
2775.1Cordelia
Very well.
Doctor
Please you draw near. Louder the music there.
[Lear is discovered, or carried in, asleep.]
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.
Kind and dear princess.
Cordelia
Had you not been their father, these white flakes
Had challenged pity of them. Was this a face
To be exposed against the warring winds,
2783.1To 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 injurious dog,
Though he had bit me, 2785should 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
2790Had not concluded all. He wakes. [To the doctor] Speak to him.
Doctor
Madam, do you. 'Tis fittest.
Cordelia
How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty?
You do me wrong to take me out o'th'grave.
2795Thou 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, know me.
Y'are a spirit, I know. Where did you die?
2800Cordelia
Still, still, far wide.
Doctor
He's scarce awake. Let him alone a while.
Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight?
2805I 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.
2810Cordelia
[Kneeling] O look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me.
[Lear attempts to kneel.]
No, sir, you must not kneel.
Pray do not mock.
I am a very foolish, fond old man,
2815Fourscore and upward, and to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
Methinks I should know you, and know this man,
2820Yet 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
2825To be my child, Cordelia.
Cordelia
And so I am.
Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray weep not.
If you have poison for me I will drink it.
2830I 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?
In your own kingdom, sir.
Do not abuse me.
Doctor
Be comforted, good madam. The great rage
You see is cured in him; 2838.1and 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.
2840Cordelia
Will't please your highness walk?
You must bear with me. Pray now, forget and forgive.
I am old and foolish.
Exeunt. Kent and [the] gentleman [remain].
2843.1Gentleman
Holds it true, sir, that the Duke of Cornwall was so slain?
Most certain, sir.
Gentleman
Who is conductor of his people?
As 'tis said, the bastard son of Gloucester.
2843.5Gentleman
They say Edgar, his banished son, is with the Earl of Kent in Germany.
Report is changeable. 'Tis time to look about.
The powers of the kingdom approach apace.
Gentleman
The arbitrament is like to be bloody. Fare you well, sir.
[Exit.]
My point and period will be throughly wrought,
Or well, or ill, as this day's battle's fought.
Exit.