:20:01
Is wretchedness
depriv'd that benefit,
to end itself by death?
:20:08
Give me your arm. Up,
:20:13
so.
:20:16
How is't?
:20:18
Feel you your legs?
:20:20
You stand.
:20:22
Too well, too well.
:20:26
This is above
all strangeness.
:20:31
Upon the crown
of the cliff,
:20:33
what thing was that
which parted from you?
:20:36
A poor unfortunate
beggar.
:20:40
It was some fiend.
:20:45
Thou happy father,
:20:49
think that the clearest gods,
:20:51
who make them honours
of men's impossibilities,
:20:55
have preserved thee.
:21:02
I do remember now.
:21:05
Henceforth,
I'll bear affliction
:21:08
till it do cry out itself,
:21:10
"Enough, enough,"
and die.
:21:15
See, that thing
you speak of,
I took it for a man.
:21:21
Bear free and patient
thoughts.
:21:37
Now, good sir,
what are you?
:21:41
A most poor man,
:21:45
made tame
to fortune's blows,
:21:49
who by the art of known
and feeling sorrows
:21:54
am pregnant to good pity.