Page 1904 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Madam, sleeps still.

CORDELIA
O you kind Gods, [15]
Cure this great breach in his abused nature!
Th’untuned and jarring 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 govern’d by your knowledge, and proceed [20]
I’th’sway of your own will. Is he array’d?

Enter Lear in a chair carried by Servants.

GENTLEMAN
Ay, Madam, in the heaviness of sleep

We put fresh garments on him.

DOCTOR
Be by, good Madam, when we do awake him;
I doubt not of his temperance.

CORDELIA
Very well. [25]

(Music.)

DOCTOR

Please you, draw near. Louder the music there!

CORDELIA
O my dear father! Restoration hang
Thy medicine on my lips, and let this kiss
Repair those violent harms that my two sisters