Cordelia. And so I am, I am!’
Almost equal to this in awful beauty is their consolation of each other when, after the triumph of their enemies, they are led to prison.
‘Cordelia. We are not the first,
Who, with best meaning, have incurr’d the worst.
For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down;
Myself could else out-frown false fortune’s frown.—
Shall we not see these daughters, and these sisters?
Lear. No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison:
We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down,