1:01:01
But his own disorders
deserved much less advancement.
1:01:03
O heavens, if you love old men, if
yourselves are old, take my part!
1:01:26
O Regan, wilt thou take her
by the hand?
1:01:33
Why not by the hand, sir?
1:01:35
All's not offence
that indiscretion finds
1:01:38
and dotage terms so.
1:01:43
I am now from home, and out of that
provision which shall be needful.
1:01:47
Sojourn with my sister,
dismissing half your train.
1:01:50
Return to her?
And fifty men dismist?
1:01:53
No, rather I abjure all roofs.
1:01:57
Return with her?
1:02:01
Persuade me rather to be a slave
to this detested groom.
1:02:04
- At your choice, sir.
- Daughter!
1:02:07
I prithee, do not make me mad.
1:02:12
I will not trouble thee.
1:02:15
Farewell, my child.
1:02:19
We'll no more meet,
no more see one another.
1:02:23
But yet thou art my flesh,
my blood, my daughter.
1:02:28
Or rather a disease that's in
my flesh,
1:02:35
which I must needs call mine,
thou art a boil,
1:02:40
a plague-sore in my corrupted blood.
1:02:44
But I'll not chide thee.
1:02:50
Let shame come
when it will.
1:02:52
Mend when thou canst.
I can be patient.
1:02:57
I can stay with Regan,
I and my hundred knights.