Page 1871 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Because I would not see thy cruel nails
Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister [55]
In his anointed flesh rash boarish fangs.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head

In hell-black night endur’d, would have buoy’d up,
And quench’d the stelled fires; yet poor old heart,
He holp the heavens to rain. [60]
If wolves had at thy gate howl’d that dearn time,

Thou should’st have said ‘Good porter, turn the key’
All cruels else subscribe: but I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.

CORNWALL
See’t shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. [65]
Upon these eyes of thine I’ll set my foot.

GLOUCESTER
He that will think to live till he be old,
Give me some help! O cruel! O you Gods!

REGAN
One side will mock another; th’other too.

CORNWALL
If you see vengeance, −

FIRST SERVANT
Hold your hand, my Lord. [70]

I have serv’d you ever since I was a child,
But better service have I never done you
Than now to bid you hold.

REGAN
How now, you dog!

FIRST SERVANT
If you did wear a beard upon your chin