King Lear

We came crying hither.
Thou know'st
the first time that
we smell the air,

we wawl and cry.
I'll preach to thee. Mark.
Alack, alack the day!
When we are born,
we cry

that we are come
to this great stage of fools.

This a good block.
It were a delicate
stratagem to shoe
a troop of horse with felt;

I'll put it to the proof;
and when I have stolen
upon these son-in-laws,

then kill, kill,
kill, kill, kill, kill!

Sir, your most
dear daughter...

No rescue?
What, a prisoner?
I am even the natural
fool of fortune.

Use me well;
you shall have ransom.

Let me have surgeons;
I am cut to th' brains.

You shall
have anything.

No seconds? All myself?
Why, this would make a man
a man of salt,

to use his eyes
for garden water-pots,

ay, and laying
Autumn's dust.

I will die bravely,
like a smug bridegroom.
What! I will be jovial.
Come, come;
I am a king, masters,
know you that.

You are a royal one,
and we obey you.

Then there's life in't.
Come, an you get it.
You shall get it
by running.
Sa, sa, sa, sa.