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 acknowledg'd, madam, is o'er paid.
All my reports go with the modest truth;
No more, nor clipp'd, but so.

Cordelia.
Be better suited:
These weeds are memories of those worser hours.
I pr'ythee, put them off.

Kent.
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.

Cordelia.
Then be't so, my good lord.—How does the king? (to the Physician)

Physician. (R.)
Madam, sleeps still.

Cordelia.
O, you kind gods,
Cure this great breach in his abused nature!
Th' untun'd and jarring senses, O, wind up
Of this child-changed father!

Physician.
So please your majesty,
That we may wake the king? he hath slept long.

Cordelia.
Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed
I' the sway of your own will. Is he array'd?

Physician.
Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep,
We put fresh garments on him. Please you, draw near. (music)

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!

Had you not been their father, these white flakes
Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face
To be expos'd 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.

Physician.
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.

Physician.
He's scarce awake: let him alone awhile.

Lear.
Where have I been? Where am I?—Fair daylight?—
I am mightily abus'd.—I should even 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 assur'd
Of my condition.

Cordelia. (kneels)
O! look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me.— (Lear about to kneel)
No, sir, you must not kneel.

Lear.
Pray, do not mock me:
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upwards,—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. (falls on his bosom, embracing him)
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.

Physician.
Be comforted, good madam: the great rage,
You see, is cur'd in him;
Desire him to go in: trouble him no more,
Till farther 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 Lear, embracing Cordelia, Kent, Physician, and Attendants, R. END OF ACT IV.

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