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SCENE A Palace, Enter Kent, Glo'fter, and Edmund the Bastard. Kent. Thought the King had more affected the Duke

of Albany than Cornwall.

Glo, It did always seem so to us: but now in the division of the kingdom, it appears not

which of the Dukes he values most; for qualities are so weigh'd, that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety.

Kent. Is not this your son, 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, some years elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account; though this knave came somewhat sawcily into the world before he was fent for, yet was his mother fair, there was good Sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledg'd. Do you know this nobleman, Edmund ? Baff. No, my Lord.



Glo, My Lord of Kent ;
Remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.

Baft. My services to your Lordship.
Kent. I must love you, and fue to know you better.
Baft. Sir, I shall ftudy your deserving.
Gio. He hath been out nine years, and away he fhall again.
The King is coming.
SCENE II. Tetbem, Enter King Lear, Cornwall,

Albany, Gonerill, Regan, Cordelia, and Attendants. Lear. Attend the Lords of France and Burgundy. Glo. Į shall, my Liege. .

:: [Exit. Lear. Mean time we shall express our darker purpose, Give me the Map here. Know, we have divided In three, our kingdom; and 'tis our intent, To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburden'd crawl tow'rd death. Our fon of Cornwall, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish 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 sojourn, And here are to be answer'd. Tell me, daughters, Since now we will diveft us, both of rule, Int'rest of territory, and cares of state; Which of you shall we say doth love us moft? That we our largeft bounty may extend · Where nature doth with merit challenge. Gonerill Our eldest born, speak first. : .'

Gon. I love you, Sir, Dearer than eye-fight, 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 of so much I love you."

Cor. What shall Cordelia do ? love and be filent? [Afide.

Lear. Of all these bounds, ev'n from this line to this, With Mhadowy 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 says our second daughter,
Our deareft Regan, wife of Cornwall ? speak.

Reg. I'm made of that felf-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 moft precious fpirit of sense poffeffes,
And find I am alone felicitate
In your dear Highness' love..
Cor. Then poor Cordelia !

(Afde. And yet not so, since I am sure my love's More pond'rous than my tongue.

Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever,
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom,
No less in space, validity, and pleasure,
Than that confer'd on Gonerill. Now our joy,
Although our last, not least ; in w bofe young love,"
The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy,
Strive to be int'ress'd: what say you to draw
A third, more opulent than your Gifters ? speak..

Cor. Nothing, my Lord.
Lear. Nothing?
Cor. Nothing
Lear. Nothing will come of nothing, speak again.

Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot beave
My lieart 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 fortunes.

Cor. Good my Lord, i You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me. I Return those duties back as are right fit,' Obey you, love you, and moft honour you. .. Why have my lifters husbands, if they say..? They love you all ? hap’ly when I shall wed, That Lord whose hand muft take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and dutý.


Sure I shall never marry like my fifters,
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 so, thy truth then be thy dowre:
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,
Propiniquity, and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee from this for ever. The barb'rous Scylbian,
Or be that makes his generation messes
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
As thou my sometime daughter.

Keng. Good my Liege

Lear. Peace, Kent ! Come not between the dragon and his wrath. I lov'd her most, and thought to set my reft On her kind nurs'ry. Hence, avoid my fight ! - [To Cor. So be my grave my peace, as here I give Her father's heart from her ; call France; who stirs ? Call Burgundyco Cornwall and Albany, With my two daughters do wres, digeft the third. Let pride, which the calls plainness, marry her. I do inveft you jointly with my power, Preheminence, and all the large effects That troop with Majesty. Ourself by monthly course, With reservation of an hundred Knights, By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode Make with you by due turns: only retain The name and all th' addition to a King; The fway, revenue, execution, Beloved fons, be yours; which to confirm This Coronet part between you. [Giving ibe Crown. Kent. Royal Lear,


Whom I have ever honour'd as my King, .
Lor'd as my father, as my master follow'd,
And as my patron thought on in my pray’rs

Lear. The bow is bent and drawn, make from the shaft.

Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade
The region of my heart; be Kent unmannerly,
When Lear is mad: what would'st thou do, old man?
Think't thou that duty shall have dread to speak
When pow'r to flatt'ry bows ? to plainness Honour
le bound, when Majefty to folly falls.
Reserve thy State ; with better judgment check
This hideous rashness; with my life I answer,. .
Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least,
Nor are those empty hearted, whose low sound
Reverbs no hollowness.
Lear. Kent, on thy life no more.

Kent. My life I never held but as a pawn
To wage against thy foes ; nor fear to lose it,
Thy safety being the motive.
Lear. Out of my fight!

Kent. See better, Lear, and let me ftill remain
The true blank of thine eye.

Lear. Now by Apollo
Kent. Now by Apollo, King,
Thou swear’ft thy Gods in vain. .,
Lear. O vassal! miscreant !

[Laying bis band on his sword.
Alb. Corn. Dear Sir, forbear.
Kent, Kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow
Upon the foul disease ; revoke thy doom,
Or whilft I can vent clamour from my throat,
I'll tell thee thou doft evil.

Lear. Hear me, recreant !
Since thou haft sought to make us break our vow,
Which we durft never yet ; and with strain's pride,
To come betwixt our sentence and our power,
Which nor our nature nor our place can bear;
Our potency made good, take thy reward.;
Five days we do allot thee for provision,
To Thield thee from disasters of the world,


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