...before thy time. Lear. How's that? Fool. Thou should'st not have been old, before thou hadst been wise. Enter Gentleman. How now ! Are the horses ready ? Gent. Ready, my lord. Lear. Come, boy. Fool. She that is maid now, and laughs at my departure, Shall not be a maid long,...

...give it away to his daughters, and leave his horns without a case. — Sc. 5. Lear. O ! let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Id. Cornwall. Why art thou angry ? Kent. That such a slave as this should wear a sword,...

...How's that ? Fool. Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper; I would not be mad ! Enter Gentleman. How now ! are the horses ready ? ; Gent. Ready, my lord. Lear. Come, boy....

...to madness. It is preceded by a pang of terror in the close of the first act: — " O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! " There are well-marked struggles with the rising pang at his heart indicated throughout the...

...How's that ? FooL Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. Lear. 0, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! Enter Gentleman. How now ! arc the horses ready ? Gent. Ready, my lord. Lear. Come, boy. Fool....

...should not have been old before he was wise, he says, apparently abstracted : — ' " Oh let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! " It is one of the most common things in the world to find a man decidedly insane, and yet...

...How's that ? Fool. Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! Enter Gentleman, How now ! are the horses ready ? Gent. Ready, my lord. Lear. Come, boy. Fool....

...How 's that ? FOOL. Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. LEAR. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! Enter Gentleman. How now ! are the horses ready } GENT. Ready, my lord. LEAR. Come, boy. FOOL....

...How's that ? Fool. Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad t Enter Gentleman. How now ! are the horses ready ? Gent. Ready, my lord. Lear. Come, boy. Fool....

...How 's that ? Fool. Thou should'st not have been old till thou hadst been wise. Lear. 0 let me not be my thoughts with acts, be it thought and do be mad ! Enter Gentleman. How now ! are the horses ready ? Gent. Ready, my lord. Lear. Come, boy. Fool....