i

By you to be sustained, shall our abode

Make with you by due turns. Only we still retain1

The name, and all the additions to a king;

The sway,

Revenue, execution of the rest,

3

Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,

This coronet part between you. [Giving the crown.
Kent.

Royal Lear,

Whom I have ever honored as my king,

Loved as my father, as my master followed,
As my great patron thought on in my prayers,-

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 wouldst thou do, old

man?

Think'st thou, that duty shall have dread to speak,
When power to flattery bows? To plainness honor's

bound,

When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom; 4
And, in thy best consideration, check

This hideous rashness. Answer my life my judgment,

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 thine enemies, nor fear to lose it,

Thy safety being the motive.

Out of my sight!

Kent. See better, Lear, and let me still remain
The true blank1 of thine eye.

Lear. Now, by Apollo,-
Kent.

st

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 clamor 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 strained 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 diseases of the world ;
And, on the sixth, to turn thy hated back
Upon our kingdom. If, on the tenth day following,
Thy banished trunk be found in our dominions,
The moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter,
This shall not be revoked.

Kent. Fare thee well, king; since thus thou wilt

appear, Freedom 4 lives hence, and banishment is here. The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,

[TO CORDELIA.

That justly think'st, and hast most rightly said !-
And your large speeches may your deeds approve,

[TO REGAN and GONERIL.

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.

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 rivalled for our daughter. What, in the least, Will you require in present dower with her,

Or cease your quest of love? 1

Bur.

Most royal majesty,

I crave no more than hath your highness offered,

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 fallen. Sir, there she stands,
If aught within that little, seeming substance,
Or all of it, with our displeasure pieced,

And nothing more, may fitly like your grace,

She's there, and she is yours.

Bur.

Lear. Sir,

I know no answer.

Will you, with those infirmities she owes,

Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,

Dowered with our curse, and strangered 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.

TITU

I would not from your love make such a stray,
To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you

To avert your liking a more worthier way,
Than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed

Almost to acknowledge hers.

France.

This is most strange!

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 favor! Sure, her offence
Must be of such unnatural degree,

That monsters it,1 or your fore-vouched affection

Fall into taint; 2 which to believe of her,

Must be a faith, that reason without miracle

Could 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, murder, or foulness,

No unchaste 4 action, or dishonored step,

That hath deprived me of your grace and favor;

But even for want of that, for which I am richer;

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 pleased 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,

1 In the phraseology of Shakspeare's age, that and as were convertible words. The uncommon verb to monster occurs again in Coriolanus.

2 The former affection which you professed for her must become the subject of reproach. Taint is here an abbreviation of attaint. 3 i. e. " if cause I want," &c.

4 The quartos read, "no unclean action."

When it is mingled with respects,1 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 proposed,
And here I take Cordelia by the hand,

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,

I shall not be his wife.

France. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being

poor;

Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised '
Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon;
Be it lawful, I take up what's cast away.

Gods, gods! 'tis strange, that from their cold'st neglect,
My love should kindle to inflamed respect.--
Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance,
Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France ;
Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy
Shall buy this unprized precious maid of me.—
Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though 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, BURGUNDY, CORNWALL,
ALBANY, GLOSTER, and Attendants.

France. Bid farewell to your sisters. Cor. The jewels of our father, with washed eyes Cordelia leaves you; I know you what you are;