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Monologues for Men

LEAR.

You do me wrong to take me out o’ th’ grave:

Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound

Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears

Do scald like molten lead.

You are a spirit, I know; when did you die?

Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight?

I am mightily abus’d; I should ev’n die with pity

To see another thus. I know not what to say.

I will not swear these are my hands. Let’s see,

I feel this pin prick. Would I were assur’d

Of my condition! Pray do not mock me.

I am a very foolish fond old man,

Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less;

And to deal plainly,

I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

Methinks I should know you, and know this man,

Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant

What place this is, and all the skill I have

Remembers not these garments; nor I know not

Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me,

For (as I am a man) I think this lady

To be my child Cordelia.

Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray weep not.

If you have poison for me, I will drink it.

I know you do not love me, for your sisters

Have (as I do remember) done me wrong:

You have some cause, they have not.

Do not abuse me. You must bear with me.

Pray you now forget, and forgive; I am old and foolish.

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