King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.
Mine enemy's dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire.
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7.
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7.
Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
The gods themselves throw incense.
King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.