Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous Or he that makes his generation9 messes Kent. Lear. Peace, Kent! Good my liege, Come not between the dragon and his wrath: sight! Hence, and avoid my [To CORDELIA. 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' dowers digest this third : That troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly course, With reservation of an hundred knights, Make with you by due turns. Only we still retain The sway, Revenue, execution of the rest, Beloved sons, be yours: which to confirm, This coronet part between you. [Giving the Crown. the shaft. Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade 8 From this time. 9 His children. I Titles. 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 power to flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound, When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom; This hideous rashness: answer my life my judgment, Lear. Kent, on thy life, no more. Kent. My life I never held but as a pawn To wage against thine enemies; nor fear to lose it, Thy safety being the motive. Lear. Out of my sight! Kent. See better, Lear; and let me still remain The true blank3 of thine eye. Lear. Now, by Apollo, Kent. Thou swear'st thy gods in vain. Lear. Now, by Apollo, king, O, vassal, miscreant! [Laying his Hand on his Sword. Alb. Corn. Dear sir, forbear. Kent. Do; Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift; Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat, I'll tell thee, thou dost evil. Lear. Hear me, recreant! On thine allegiance hear me ! Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow, (Which we durst 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 make good, take thy reward. Five days we do allot thee, for provision 2 Reverberates. 3 The mark to shoot at. To shield thee from diseases of the world: Kent. Fare thee well, king: since thus thou wilt Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here. Re-enter GLOSTER; with FRANCE, BURGUNDY, and Attendants. Glo. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord. Lear. My lord of Burgundy, We first address towards you, who with this king Hath rivall'd for our daughter; What, in the least, Will you require in present dower with her, Or cease your quest of love? Bur. Most royal majesty, I crave no more than hath your highness offer'd, Nor will you tender less. Lear. Right noble Burgundy, When she was dear to us, we did hold her so; But now her price is fall'n: Sir, there she stands; Bur. I know no answer. Lear. Sir, Will you, with those infirmities she owes 1, Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath, Take her, or leave her? Bur. Pardon me, royal sir; Election makes not up on such conditions. Lear. Then leave her, sir; for, by the power that made me, 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 This is most strange! France. That she, that even but now was your best object, The argument of your praise, balm of your age, Most best, most dearest, 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, or your fore-vouch'd affection Must be a faith, that reason without miracle Cor. 5 I yet beseech your majesty, (If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well in tend, I'll do 't before I speak,) that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour: But even for want of that, for which I am richer; 4 Owns, is possessed of. 5 Because. A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue That I am glad I have not, though not to have it, Hath lost me in your liking. Lear. Better thou Hadst not been born, than not to have pleas'd me better. France. Is it but this? a tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do?- My lord of Burgundy, What say you to the lady? Love is not love, When it is mingled with respects, that stand Aloof from the entire point. Will you have her? She is herself a dowry. Bur. Royal Lear, Give but that portion which yourself propos'd, Duchess of Burgundy. Lear. Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm. Bur. I am sorry then, you have so lost a father, That you must lose a husband. Cor. Peace be with Burgundy! Since that respects of fortune are his love, France. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken: and most lov'd, despis'd! My love should kindle to inflam'd respect. Lear. Thou hast her, France: let her be thine ; for we |