That I ftand up, and have ingenious feeling The knowledge of themselves. Re-enter EDGAR. Edg. Give me your hand: Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. A Tent in the French camp. LEAR on a bed, afleep; Phyfician, Gentleman, and Others, attending: Enter CORDELIA and KENT. Cor. O thou good Kent, how fhall 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'erpay'd. All my reports go with the modest truth; Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so. Cor. Be better fuited: These weeds are memories of those worfer hours; I pr'ythee put them off. Kent. Pardon me, dear madam; Yet to be known, fhortens my made intent : My boon I make it, that you know me not, Till time and I think meet. Cor. Then be it fo, my good lord.-How does the king? Phyf. Madam, fleeps ftill. Cor. O you kind gods, [to the Phyfician. H Cure Cure this great breach in his abused nature! Phyf. So please your majesty, That we may wake the king? he hath slept long. Gent. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his fleep, Phyf. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him; I doubt not of his temperance. Cor. Very well. Phyf. Please you, draw near. Louder the mufick there. Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kifs Kent. Kind and dear princess! Cor. Had you not been their father, these white flakes To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder? Of quick, crofs lightning? to watch (poor perdu !) Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Thou art a foul in blifs; but I am bound Cor. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a fpirit, I know; When did you die? Cor. Still, ftill, far wide! Phyf. He's fcarce 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, Of my condition. Cor. O, look upon me, fir, And hold your hands in benediction o'er me : No, fir, you must not kneel. Lear. Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourfcore and upward; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I fhould know you, and know this man; To be my child Cordelia. If Cor. And fo I am, I am. Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith. I pray, weep not: you have poifon for me, I will drink it. I know, you do not love me; for your fifters You have fome caufe, they have not. Phyf. Be comforted, good madam: the great rage, To make him even o'er the time he has loft. Cor. Will't please your highness walk ? Lear. You must bear with me: Pray now, forget and forgive: I am old, and foolish. [Exeunt LEAR, CORDELIA, Phyfician, and At tendants. Gent. Holds it true, fir, That the duke of Cornwall was fo flain? His banish'd fon, is with the earl of Kent 'Tis time to look about; the powers o' the kingdom Approach apace. Gent. The arbitrement is like to be a bloody. Fare you well, fir. [Exit. Kent. My point and period will be throughly wrought, Or well, or ill, as this day's battle's fought. [Exit. ACT ACT V. SCENE I. The Camp of the British Forces, near Dover. Enter, with drums and colours, EDMUND, REGAN, Officers, Soldiers, and Others. Edm. Know of the duke, if his last purpose hold; To change the course: He's full of alteration, [To an Officer, who goes out. Reg. Our fifter's man is certainly miscarried. Reg. Edm. In honour'd love. Reg. But have you never found my brother's way To the forefended place? Edm. That thought abuses you. Reg. I am doubtful that you have been conjunct And bofom'd with her, as far as we call hers. Edm. No, by mine honour, madam. Reg. I never fhall endure her: Dear my lord, Be not familiar with her. Edm. Fear me not : She, and the duke her husband,— Enter ALBANY, GONERIL, and Soldiers. Gon. I had rather lofe the battle, than that fifter Should loofen him and me. Alb. Our very loving fifter, well be met. H 3 [Afide. Sir, |