King Lear

It's a lie.
I am not ague-proof.
The trick of that voice
I do well remember.
Is't not the King?

Ay, every inch a king.
When I do stare,
see how the subject quakes.

I pardon that man's life.
What was thy cause?

Thou shall not die.
Die for adultery? No.
The wren goes to 't,
and the small gilded fly
does lecher in my sight.

Let copulation thrive!
Gloucester's bastard son
was kinder to his father

than my daughters got
betwixt the lawful sheets.

To 't, luxury, pell-mell,
for I lack soldiers.

Give me an ounce of civet,
good apothecary.

Sweeten my imagination.
There's money for thee.
O, let me kiss that hand!
Let me wipe it first;
it smells of mortality.
O ruin'd piece of nature!
This great worid
shall so wear out
to nought.

Dost thou know me?
I remember thine eyes
well enough.

Dost thou squiny at me?
No, do thy worst,
blind Cupid.
I'll not love.

Read thou
this challenge;

mark but
the penning of it.

Were all thy letters suns,
I could not see.