Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther,
But milk my ewes and weep.
Cam. Why, how now, father!
Speak ere thou diest.
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Shep. I cannot speak, nor think,
Nor dare to know that which I know. [O sir!]
You have undone a man of fourscore three,
That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea,
To die upon the bed my father [died],