I know her watch is now: get gone and send her.


[MERRYN goes out by the door beyond the bed.]

Is it a portent now to sleep at night?
What change is here? What see you in the Queen?
Can you discern how this disease will end?


Physician:

Surmise might spring and healing follow yet,
If I could find a trouble that could heal;
But these strong inward pains that keep her ebbing
Have not their source in perishing flesh.
I have seen women creep into their beds
And sink with this blind pain because they nursed
Some bitterness or burden in the mind
That drew the life, sucklings too long at breast.
Do you know such a cause in this poor lady?


Lear:

There is no cause. How should there be a cause?


Physician: