LEAR. A plague upon ye both that will not curse The authors of your woes, that will not vex The heavens with prayers for their undoing. Curse On curse I’ll heap upon the heads of those She wolves, my daughters, sprung from out my loins; The kingdom’s ruin and their father’s bane. [_Exit raving._ FOOL. Farewell to you both, for I must after him that’s such an eager spendthrift of his curses, and may each of you come upon a kingdom to your mind--when the sun shall smite in January. [_Exit_ FOOL. KING HENRY. A more than common grief look’d from his eye That roll’d so wildly in his head; pray God We keep our wits, whatever else be lost To us. KING RICHARD. And I might see proud Bolingbroke In such a case as his that parted now, I deem that I could die full willingly. KING HENRY. Would I were dead, an’ it were God’s good will; But whilst I live I ne’er will còntrive aught Of evil ’gainst mine enemy, nor wish Him ill, for so weighs woe the heavier On him invoking. Our good captain Christ Did bid us to the smiter turn the cheek That’s smitten yet again, nor harm him not For all the mischiefs he doth put on us. [_Soft music heard._ KING RICHARD. How softly steals sweet music on the soul, Shutting its doors to misery and pain, Closing the senses ’gainst all foes without, Turning the hard couch unto airy down, Dissolving time in melting harmonies. O I could list forever to its sound, But it, or something stronger, masters me. [_Sleeps._ KING HENRY. Poor, changeful-hearted man that wast a king, Led captive by each wayward quick caprice, Unhappy fate call’d thee unto a throne As it did me; our kingdoms suffer’d for’t. Enjoy thy sleep by music underpropt, Till waking show thee as thou wert before, A crownless monarch weeping for thy crown. [_Exit_ KING HENRY. MIRANDA. My heart is full of pity for these kings Wanting their crowns. FERDINAND. Those crowns had still been worn Had they known truly what it is to be A king. O, my Miranda, only such That are compos’d of strength and gentleness In fair proportion mix’d, should e’er essay The sceptre. He that may not rule himself Is of all monarchs least significant. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VI. _A glade in another part of the island with_ FERDINAND _and_ MIRANDA _observed seated at the upper end thereof. Nearer at hand a group of Athenian citizens. Enter_ BOTTOM, _wearing an ass’s head_.