I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, Sepulchring an adult'ress. [TO KENT.] O! are you free? Some other time for that. Thy sister's naught: Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here. [Points to his heart. I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe With how depraved a quality -O Regan! Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience. I have hope You less know how to value her desert Than she to scant her duty. Lear. Say, how is that? Reg. I cannot think my sister in the least Would fail her obligation: if, sir, perchance She have restrain'd the riots of your followers, 'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end, As clears her from all blame. Lear. My curses on her! Reg. old; O, sir! you are Nature in you stands on the very verge Zo value duty. s that? k my on: it, e riots nd to d, ame. r! Jare the Of her confine: you should be ruled and led By some discretion that dis- Better than you yourself. Say you have wrong'd her, sir. Lear. ness? Ask her forgive Do you but mark how this becomes the house: 'Dear daughter, I confess Age is unnecessary: on my That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.' Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks. Return you to my sister. Lear. [Rising.] Regan. Never, She hath abated me of half my train; Look'd black upon me; struck tongue, me with her Most serpent-like, upon the very heart. All the stored vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lame ness! Corn. Fie, sir, fie! Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, To fall and blast her pride! Reg. O the blest gods! so will you wish on me, When the rash mood is on. Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse: Thy tender - hefted nature shall not give 6a |