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Kent. Good my Liege
Lear. Peace, Kent !
Kent, Royal Lear,
Beloved fons be yours.
The sway, revenue, execution of th'Hest,
Beloved fons, be yours. Heft, is an old Word for regal Command: so that the Sense of the whole is ---I will only retain the Name and all the ceremonious Observances that belong to a King; the Essentials, as Sway, Revenue, Administration of the Laws, be yours.
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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 flatt'ry bows ? to plainness Honour Is bound, when Majesty 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 found 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 still remain The true blank of thine eye.
Lear. Now by Apollo
Kent. Now by Apollo, King, Thou swear'st thy gods in vain. Lear. O vaffal! miscreant !
(Laying his hand on his sword. Alb. Corn. Dear Sir, forbear.
Kent. Kill thy phyfician, and thy fee bestow
Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions,
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Glo. H Lear. My lord of Burgundy,
We first address tow'rd you, who with this King
Bur. Most royal Majesty,
Bur. I know no answer.
Lear. Will you with those infirmities she owes,
Bur. Pardon, royal Sir;
Lear. Then leave her, Sir; for by the pow'r that 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 alham'd Almoft t'acknowledge hers.
France. This is most strange!
folds of favour! sure, her offence
Lear. Better thou
France. Is it but this ? a tardiness in nature.
Aloof from th’intire point. Say, will you have her?
Bur. Royal King,
Lear. Nothing : -I've sworn.
Bur. I'm 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, I shall not be his wife. France. Fairest Cordelia, that art moft rich, being
poor, Most choice, forsaken: and most lov’d, defpis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon : Be't lawful, I take up what's cast away. Gods, Gods! 'tis ftrange, that from their cold'st neg.
lect My love should kindle to enflam'd respect. Thy dow'rless daughter, King, thrown to my chance; Is Queen of us, of ours, and our fair France : Not all the Dukes of wat'rish Burgundy Can buy this unpriz'd, precious, maid of me. Bid them farewel, Cordelia, tho' unkind; Thou losest here, a better where to find.
Lear. Thou hast her, France ; let her be thine, for we Have no such daughter; nor shall ever see That face of hers again; therefore be gone Without our grace, our love, our benizon: Come, noble Burgundy.
[Flourish. Exeunt Lear and Burgundy.
I D farewel to your
filters. Cor. Ye jewels of our father, with walh'a eyes