Monologue

Cordelia Monologue from King Lear

From King Lear by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 40 sec

Alack, ’tis he: why, he was met even now As mad as the vex’d sea; singing aloud; Crown’d with rank fumiter and furrow weeds, With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn. A century send forth; Search every acre in the high-grown field, And bring him to our eye. What can man’s wisdom In the restoring his bereaved sense, He that helps him take all my outward worth.

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