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A third, more opulent than your fifters ? fpeak.

Cor. Nothing, my lord.
Lear. Nothing?
Cor. Nothing.
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 fortunes.

Cor. Good my lord,
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 fifters husbands, if they say,
They love you, all? hap'ly, 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 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 dower :
For by the sacred radiance of the fun,
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 disdaim 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 generacion, meffes
To gorge his appetite ; fhall to my bosom
Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
As thou, my sometime daughter.

Kent. Good my Liege

Lear. Peace, Kent !
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

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I lov'd her most, and thought to set my Rest
On her kind nurs’ry. Hence, avoid my sight!

[To Cor,
So be my grave my peace, as here I give
Her father's heart from her ; Call France ; who stirs ?
Call Burgundy. Cornwall and Albany,
With my two daughters dowres, digest the third.
Let pride, which she calls Plainness, marry her.
I do inveft you jointly with my Power,
Preheminence, and all the large effects
That troop with Majesty. Our self by monthly course,
With refervation of an Kundred 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 sway, revenue, execution,
Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,
This Cor'onet part between you. [Giving the Crown.

Kent. Royal Lear,
Whom I have ever honour'd as my King,
Lov'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'st thou, that duty shall have dread to speak,
When pow'r to flatery bows ? to plainness Honour
Is bound, when Majesty to folly falls

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Reserve thy State; with better judgment check
This hideous rafhness; 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 light !
Kent. See better, Lear, and let me still remain

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The true blank of thine eye.

Lear. Now by Apollo

Kent. Now by Apollo, King, Thou swear'ít thy gods in vain. Lear. O vaffal! miscreant !

[Laying his hand 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 dost evil.

Lear. Hear me, recreant !
Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow,
Which we durft never yet; and with strain’d 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 shield thee from disasters of the world ;
And, on the sixth, to turn thy hated back
Upon our Kingdom; if, the tenth day following,
Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions,
The moment is thy death: away! By Jupiter,
This shall not be revok'd.

Kent. Fare thee well, King; fith thus thou wilt appear,
Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here;
The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,

That justly think'st, and haft most rightly faid;
And your large speeches may your deeds approve,
That good effects may spring from words of love:
Thus Kent, O Princes, bids you all adieu,
He'll shape his old course in a country new.

[Exit. Enter Glo'ster, with France and Burgundy, and Atten

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(2) Cor. Here's France, and Burgundy, my noble Lord.] The Generality of the Editions, antient and modern, itupidly place this Verse to Cordelia. But I have, upon the Authority of the old 4to, restor'd it to the right Owner, Gloster ; who was, but a little before, fent by the King to conduct France and Burgundy to him.

Lear.

Lear. My lord of Burgundy,
We first address tow’rd you, who with this King
Have rivall’d for our daughter ; what at least
Will you require in present dowre with her,
Or cease your quest of love?

Bur. Most royal Majesty,
I crave no more than what your Highness offer'd,
Nor will you tender less.

Lear. Right noble Burgundy,
When she was dear to us, we held her so ;
But now her price is fall’n : Sir, there she stands,
If aught within that little seeming substance,
Or all of it with our displeasure piec'd,
And nothing more, may fitly like your Grace,
She's there, and she is yours.

Bur. I know no answer.

Lear. Will you with those iñfirmities she owes,
Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,
Dowr'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath,
Take her, or leave her?

Bur. Pardon, royal Sir ;
Election makes not up on such conditions. [me,

Lear. Then leave her, Sir ; for by the pow'r that made
I tell you all her wealth. -For

you, great King,

[To France.
I would not from your love make such a stray,
To match you where I hate ; therefore beseech you, ,
T'avert your liking a more worthy way
Than on a wretch, whom nature is a sham'd
Almost acknowledge hers.

France. This is most strange!
That she, who ev'n but now was your best object,
Your Praise's argument, balm of your age,
Dearest and beft, should in this trice of time
Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle
So many folds of favour! sure, her offence
Must be of such unnatural degree,
That monsters it ; (3) or your fore-voucht affection

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Fal'n into taint : which to believe of her,
Must be a faith, that reason without miracle
Should never plant in me.

Cor. I yet beseech your Majesty,
(If, for I want that glib and oily art,
To speak and purpose not ; since what I well intend,
I'll do't before I speak.) that you make known
It is no vicious blot, murther, or foulness,
No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step,
That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour :
But ev’n for want of that, for which I'm richer,
A still solliciting eye, and such a tongue,
That I am glad I've not; though, nor to have it,
Hath lost me in your liking.

Lear. Better thou
Hadft not been born, than not have pleas'd me better.

France. Is it but this ? à tardiness in nature,
Which often leaves the history unspoke,
That ir intends to do? my lord of Burgundy,
What say you to che lady ? love's not love,
When it is mingled with regards, that stand
Aloof from th’intire point. Say, will you have her?
She is her self a dowry.

Bur. Royal King,
Give but that portion which your self propos’d,
And here I take Cordelia by the hand,
Dutchefs of Burgundy.

Lear. Nothing: I've sworn.

Bur. I'm sorry then, you have so loft a father, That you

must lose a husband.

That monsters it i. e. that makes a Monster, a Prodigy, of it : And our Poet afes this Verb elsewhere in such a Sense. So Albany, afterwards in this Play, says to Goneril, his Wife ;

Thou chang'd, and self-converted Thing ! for Shame,

Be-monster not thy Features.
And so, in Coriolanus ;

I'd rather have One scratch my Head i'th' Sun,
When the Alarum were ftruck, than idly fit
To hear my Nothings monfter'd.

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