I will not swear, these are my hands :-let's see; Cor. O, look upon me, sir, And hold your hands in benediction o'er me :- Lear. Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward; and, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; To be my child Cordelia. If Cor. And so I am, I am. Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray, weep not: you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know, you do not love me; for your sisters You have some cause, they have not. Cor. Lear. Am I in France? Lear. Do not abuse me. No cause, no cause. In your own kingdom, sir. Phy. Be comforted, good madam: the great rage, You see, is cured in him; and yet it is danger |