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January 2 - January 13, 2021
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich being poor; 290 Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised, 291 Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon, 292 Be it lawful I take up what’s cast away.
An admirable 133 evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish 134 disposition on the charge of a star!
Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit. 191 All with me’s meet that I can fashion fit. 192 He
LEAR Dost thou call me “fool,” boy? 152 FOOL All thy other titles thou hast given away. That 153 thou wast born with.
Hear, Nature, hear, dear goddess, hear! 289 Suspend thy purpose if thou didst intend 290 To make this creature fruitful. 291 Into her womb convey sterility. 292 Dry up in her the organs of increase, 293 And from her derogate body never spring 294 A babe to honor her. If she must teem, 295 Create her child of spleen, that it may live 296 And be a thwart disnatured torment to her. 297 Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, 298 With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, 299 Turn all her mother’s pains and benefits 300 To laughter and contempt, that she may feel 301 How sharper than a
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Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst 43 been wise.
I am a man 62 More sinned against than sinning.
Thy life’s a miracle. Speak yet again.
You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me; 241 Let not my worser spirit tempt me again 242 To die before you please.
No, no, no, no. Come, let’s away to prison. 9 We two alone will sing like birds i’ th’ cage. 10 When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down 11 And ask of thee forgiveness. So we’ll live, 12 And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh 13 At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues 14 Talk of court news, and we’ll talk with them too— 15 Who loses and who wins; who’s in, who’s out— 16 And take upon ’s the mystery of things, 17 As if we were God’s spies. And we’ll wear out, 18 In a walled prison, packs and sects of great ones 19 That ebb and flow by th’ moon.
Ere they shall make us weep. We’ll see ’em starved 28 first.
The weight of this sad time we must obey, 392 Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. 393 The oldest hath borne most; we that are young 394 Shall never see so much nor live so long.
