O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
Ready to go but never to return.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
Unsubstantial Death is amorous.
To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.