The knowledge of themselves.

Edg.
Give me your hand:
[A drum afar off.]
Far off methinks I hear the beaten drum:
Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend.

[Exeunt.]



Scene VII. A Tent in the French Camp. Lear on a bed, asleep, soft
music playing; Physician, Gentleman, and others attending.

[Enter Cordelia, and Kent.]

Cor.
O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work
To match thy goodness? My life will be too short
And every measure fail me.

Kent.
To be acknowledg'd, madam, is o'erpaid.
All my reports go with the modest truth;
Nor more nor clipp'd, but so.

Cor.
Be better suited:
These weeds are memories of those worser hours: