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ASTOR. LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS.
Enter Kent, Gloster, and Edmund the Bastard.
Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.
Glo. It did always seem fo to us : but now, in the divi. fion of the kingdom, it appears not which the Dukes he values most; for qualities are so weigh’d, that curio. fity + in neither can make choice of either's moiety. Vol. VI.
† Guriosity, for exatteft fcrutiny.
Kent. Is not this
your fon, my Lord? Glo. His breeding, Sir, hath been at my charge. I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd to't. Kent. I cannot conceive
you, Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could ; whereupon the grew round-womb'd; and had indeed, Sir, a son for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault !
Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper. Glo. But I have a son, Sir, by order of law, fome
year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account: though this knave came somewhat faucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair ; there was good sport at his making, and the whorson must be acknowledged. Do you know this Nobleman, Ed. inund?
Edm. No, my Lord.
Glo. My Lord of Kent ;
Remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.
Edm. My services to your Lordship.
Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you better.
Edm. Sir, I fhall study your deserving.
Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he Mall
[Trumpets found, within, The King is coming.
së SCENE TI. Enter King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Gonerill, Regan,
Cordelia, and Attendants.
Lear. Attend'the Lords of France and Burgundy,
Glo. I fhall, my Liege.
Lear. Mean time we ihall express our darkert purpose.
Give me the map here : know, we have divided,
In three, our kingdom ; and 'tis our first intent,
To fhake all cares and business from our age :
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
Unburthen'd crawl tow'rd death. Our son of Cornwall,
And f Darker, for more fecrct; not for indire&i, oblique.
And you, our no less loving fồn of Albany,
We have this hour a constant will to publith
Our daughters sev'ral dow'rs, that future ftrife
May be prevented. The princes France and Burgundy,
Great rivals in our younger daughter's love,
Long in our court have made their am'rous fojourn,
And here are to be answer'd. Tell me, danghters,
(Since now we will divest us, both of rule,
Int’rest of territory, and cares of state):
Which of you, fall we fay, doth love us most ?
That we our largeft' bounty may extend,
Where nature doth with merit challenge. Gonerill,.'
Our eldeit born, speak firit.
Gon. I love you, Sir,
Dearer than eye-ryht, space, and liberty ;
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare;
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour ;
As much as child' e'er lov'd, or father found :
A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable,
Beyond all manner t of so much I love you.
Cor. What shall Cordelia do? love, and be filent.
Lear. Of all these bounds, ev'n from this line to this,
With shadowy forests and with champions rich'd,
With plenteous rivers, and wide-skirted meads,
We make thee lady. To thine and Albany's issue
Be this perpetual. What fays our fecond daughter,
Our dearest Regan, wife of Cornwall? fpeak.
Reg. I'm made of that self-metal as my fifter,
And prize me at her worth, in my true heart.
I find the names my very deed of love ;
Only she comes too short : that I profess
Myself an enemy to all other joys,
Which the most precious square of sense possesses ;
And find I am alone felicitate
In your dear Highness' love.
poor Cordelia !
[Afide. And yet not so, since I am sure More pond'rous than their tongue
Lear. To thee and thine, heriditary ever, Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom ;
No + i. e. beyond all expression.
No less in space, validity t, and pleasure,
Than that conferr'don Gonerill. Now our joy,
Although our last, not least ; in whose young love,
The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy,
Strive to be int’ress’d: what fay you, to draw
A third, more opulent than your filters ? fpeak.
Cor. Nothing, my Lord.
Lear. Nothing can come of nothing ; fpeak again.
Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth : I love your Majesty
According to my bond, no more nor less.
Lear. How, how, Cordelia ? mend your speech a little, Left you may mar your
Cor. Good my Lord,
You have begot me, bred me, lov'd I
Return those duties back, as are right fit ;
Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
Why have my fifters husbands, if they say,
you all ? haply, when I shall wed, That Lord whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my
love with him, half my care and duty. Sure, I shall never marry
like To love my father all..
Lear. But goes thy heart with this?
Cor. Ay, my good Lord.
Lear. So young, and so untender?
Cor. So young, my Lord, and true.
Lear. Let it be fo, thy truth then be thy dower :
For by the sacred radiance of the sun,
The mysteries of Hecate, and the night,
By all the operations of the orbs,
From whom we do exist, and cease to be ;
Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
Propinquity, and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me,
Hold thee from this for ever. The barb'rous Scythian,
Or he that makes his generation meffes,
gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
As of Validity, for wortb, value; not for integrity, or good title.