Lear Monologue from King Lear

From King Lear by William Shakespeare

male · anguished · 1:11 min

Ask her forgiveness? Do you but mark how this becomes the house? ‘Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; (Kneeling.) Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg That you’ll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.’ (REGAN: Good sir, no more! These are unsightly tricks: Return you to my sister.) (Rising.) Never, Regan: She hath abated me of half my train; Look’d black upon me; struck me with her tongue, Most serpent-like, upon the very heart. All the stor’d vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lameness! (CORNWALL: Fie, sir, fie!) You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck’d fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, To fall and blast her pride!

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