1 I remember thine eyes well enough.
2 Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
3 Her eyes are fierce; but thine Do comfort, and not burn.
4 Hold, sir; Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil.
5 See better, Lear; and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye.
6 Gloucester, I live To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the King, And to revenge thine eyes.
7 Stay yet; hear reason: Edmund, I arrest thee On capital treason; and, in thine arrest, This gilded serpent.
8 Thou hast her, France: let her be thine; for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again.
9 My life I never held but as a pawn To wage against thine enemies; ne'er fear to lose it, Thy safety being the motive.
10 Prythee go in thyself; seek thine own ease: This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more.
11 Take up thy master; If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life, With thine, and all that offer to defend him, Stand in assured loss.
12 To thee and thine hereditary ever Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom; No less in space, validity, and pleasure Than that conferr'd on Goneril.
13 General, Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony; Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine: Witness the world that I create thee here My lord and master.
14 When thou clovest thy crown i the middle and gav'st away both parts, thou bor'st thine ass on thy back o'er the dirt: thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown when thou gav'st thy golden one away.
15 Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd, With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads, We make thee lady: to thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual.