Ay, madam. In the heaviness of sleep
We put fresh garments on him.

Phys.
Be by, good madam, when we do awake him;
I doubt not of his temperance.

Cor.
Very well.

Phys.
Please you draw near.--Louder the music there!

Cor.
O my dear father! Restoration hang
Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss
Repair those violent harms that my two sisters
Have in thy reverence made!

Kent.
Kind and dear princess!

Cor.
Had you not been their father, these white flakes
Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face
To be oppos'd against the warring winds?
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick cross lightning? to watch--,poor perdu!--
With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog,