We Players Lear Rehearsal at Battery Wallace in the Marin Headlands
Doth any here know me? This is not Lear:
Doth Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes?
Either his notion weakens, his discernings
Are lethargied–Ha! waking? ’tis not so.
Who is it that can tell me who I am?
Shakespeare, King Lear, 1.4
When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools
Shakespeare, King Lear