Page 1906 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

CORDELIA

Still, still, far wide.

DOCTOR
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. [55]
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
O! look upon me, Sir,

And hold your hand in benediction o’er me.
No, Sir, you must not kneel.

LEAR
Pray, do not mock me: [60]
I am a very foolish fond old man,

Fourscore and upward, not an hour more or less;
And, to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
Methinks I should know you and know this man; [65]
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 [70]
To be my child Cordelia.

CORDELIA
And so I am, I am.

LEAR