You are a spirit, I know: when did you die?
CORDELIA.
Still, still far wide!
PHYSICIAN.
He's scarce awake: let him alone awhile.
LEAR.
Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight!
I am mightily abused. I should even die with pity
To see another thus. I know not what to say.
I will not swear these are my hands: Let's see.
I feel this pin prick. Would I were assured
Of my condition.
CORDELIA.
O look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me—
No, sir, you must not kneel.
LEAR.