Act IVScene VII
A Tent in the French Camp
Lear on a bed, asleep, soft music playing; Physician, Gentleman and others attending.
Enter Cordelia and Kent.
Cordelia
O thou good Kent, how shall I live and workTo match thy goodness? My life will be too short,And every measure fail me.
Kent
To be acknowledg’d, madam, is o’erpaid.All my reports go with the modest truth;Nor more, nor clipp’d, but so.
Cordelia
Be better suited,These weeds are memories of those worser hours:I prythee put them off.
Kent
Pardon, dear madam;Yet to be known shortens my made intent.My boon I make it that you know me notTill time and I think meet.
Cordelia
Then be’t so, my good lord.
To the Physician.
How does the King?
Physician
Madam, sleeps still.
Cordelia
O you kind gods,Cure this great breach in his abused nature!The untun’d and jarring senses, O, wind upOf this child-changed father.
Physician
So please your majestyThat we may wake the King: he hath slept long.
Cordelia
Be govern’d by your knowledge, and proceedI’ the sway of your own will. Is he array’d?
Physician
Ay, madam. In the heaviness of sleepWe put fresh garments on him.Be by, good madam, when we do awake him;I doubt not of his temperance.
Cordelia
Very well.
Physician
Please you draw near. Louder the music there!
Cordelia
O my dear father! Restoration hangThy medicine on my lips; and let this kissRepair those violent harms that my two sistersHave in thy reverence made!
Kent
Kind and dear princess!
Cordelia
Had you not been their father, these white flakesDid challenge pity of them. Was this a faceTo be oppos’d against the warring winds?To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?In the most terrible and nimble strokeOf quick cross lightning? to watch, poor perdu!With this thin helm? Mine enemy’s dog,Though he had bit me, should have stood that nightAgainst my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father,To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlornIn short and musty straw? Alack, alack!’Tis wonder that thy life and wits at onceHad 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 boundUpon a wheel of fire, that mine own tearsDo 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 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 assur’dOf my condition!
Cordelia
O, look upon me, sir,And hold your hands in benediction o’er me.No, sir, you must not kneel.
Lear
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 ignorantWhat place this is; and all the skill I haveRemembers not these garments; nor I know notWhere I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me;For, as I am a man, I think this ladyTo be my child Cordelia.
Cordelia
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 sistersHave, 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 kill’d in him: and yet it is dangerTo make him even o’er the time he has lost.Desire him to go in; trouble him no moreTill further 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, Cordelia, Physician and Attendants.
Gentleman
Holds it true, sir, that the Duke of Cornwall was so slain?
Kent
Most certain, sir.
Gentleman
Who is conductor of his people?
Kent
As ’tis said, the bastard son of Gloucester.
Gentleman
They say Edgar, his banished son, is with the Earl of Kent in Germany.
Kent
Report is changeable. ’Tis time to look about; the powers of the kingdom approach apace.
Gentleman
The arbitrement is like to be bloody.Fare you well, sir.
Exit.
Kent
My point and period will be throughly wrought,Or well or ill, as this day’s battle’s fought.
Exit.