King Lear

The moment is thy death. Away! by Jupiter,
This shall not be revoked.

Kill thy physician, and the fe

Upon thy foul disease. Revoke thy doom;
Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat,
I'll tell thee thou dost evil.

Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.

KENT

See better, Lear; and let me still remain
The true blank of thine eye.

My life I never held but as a pawn
To wage against thy enemies; nor fear to lose it,
Thy safety being the motive.

are those empty-hearted whose low sound
Reverbs no hollowness.

youngest daughter does not love thee least;

When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound,
When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom;

KENT

Let it fall rather, though the fork invade
The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly,