_Lear._ By whome, by heau'n I'le be resolued. _King_ Let him goe _Gertred_, away, I feare him not, There's such diuinitie doth wall a king, 55 That treason dares not looke on. Let him goe _Gertred_, that your father is murdred, T'is true, and we most sory for it, Being the chiefest piller of our state: Therefore will you like a most desperate gamster, 60 Swoop-stake-like, draw at friend, and foe, and all? _Lear._ To his good friends thus wide I'le ope mine arms, And locke them in my hart, but to his foes, I will no reconcilement but by bloud. _King_ Why now you speake like a most louing sonne: 65 And that in soule we sorrow for for his death, Your selfe ere long shall be a witnesse, Meane while be patient, and content your selfe. _Enter Ofelia as before._ _Lear._ Who's this, _Ofelia_? O my deere sister! I'st possible a yong maides life, 70 Should be as mortall as an olde mans sawe? O heau'ns themselues! how now _Ofelia_? _Ofel._ Wel God a mercy, I a bin gathering of floures: Here, here is rew for you, You may call it hearb a grace a Sundayes, 75 Heere's some for me too: you must weare your rew With a difference, there's a dazie. Here Loue, there's rosemary for you For remembrance: I pray Loue remember, And there's pansey for thoughts. 80 _Lear._ A document in madnes, thoughts, remembrance: O God, O God! _Ofelia_ There is fennell for you, I would a giu'n you Some violets, but they all withered, when My father died: alas, they say the owle was 85 A Bakers daughter, we see what we are, But can not tell what we shall be. For bonny sweete Robin is all my joy. _Lear._ Thoughts & afflictions, torments worse than hell.