Re-enter Lear.
Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap!
Within a fortnight!
Albany. What’s the matter, sir?
Lear. I’ll tell thee; life and death! I am asham’d
That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus: |[To Gonerill.|
That these hot tears, which break from me perforce,
Should make thee worth them.——Blasts and fogs upon thee!
The untented woundings of a father’s curse
Pierce every sense about thee!——Old fond eyes