I would divorce me from thy mother’s tomb,
Sepulch’ring an adultress.——O, are you free? |[To Kent.|
Some other time for that.——Beloved Regan,
Thy sister’s naught: O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth’d unkindness, like a vulture, here——
|[Points to his heart.|
I can scarce speak to thee; thou’lt not believe,
Of how deprav’d a quality——O Regan!
Regan. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope
You less know how to value her desert,