Enter Cordelia, Kent, and Doctor.[4462]
Cor. O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work,[4463]
To match thy goodness? My life will be too short,[4463][4464]
And every measure fail me.[4463]
Kent. To be acknowledged, madam, is o'erpaid.[4465]
All my reports go with the modest truth, 5
Nor more nor clipp'd, but so.
Cor. Be better suited:[4466]
These weeds are memories of those worser hours:[4466]
I prithee, put them off.[4466]
Kent. Pardon me, dear madam;[4467]
Yet to be known shortens my made intent:[4468]
My boon I make it, that you know me not 10
Till time and I think meet.
Cor. Then be't so, my good lord. [To the Doctor]
How does the king?[4469]
Doct. Madam, sleeps still.[4470][4471]
Cor. O you kind gods,[4472][4473]
Cure this great breach in his abused nature![4473] 15
The untuned and jarring senses, O, wind up[4474]
Of this child-changed father!
Doct. So please your majesty[4470][4475][4476]
That we may wake the king: he hath slept long.[4476][4477]
Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed
I' the sway of your own will. Is he array'd?[4478] 20