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Beyond what can be valu’d; 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 fi-
[ Afide. Leär. Of all these bounds, ev'n from this line to
With shadowy 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 dearest Regan, wife of Cornwall? speak.
Reg. I'm made of that self mould; as is 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 shorts that I profess
Myself an enemy to all other joys,
your dear Highness' love.
Cor. Then poor Cordelia !
And yet not so, since, I am sure my love's
More pond'rous than my tongue.
Lear. To thee, and chine, hereditary ever,
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom ;
No less in space, válidity, and pleasure,
Than that conferr'd on Gonerill
. Now our joy,
Although our last, not least; to whose 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 chan your filters ? speak.
Cor. Nothing, my lord.
Lear. Nothing can come of nothing ; speak
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 gave me being, bred me, lov'd me, I Return those duties back, as are right fit; Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all? hap'ly, when I shall wed, That lord, whofe hand must take my plight, shall
Half my love with him, half my care and duty :
Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters,
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 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,
Propinquity, and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee, from this, for ever.
Kent. Good my Liege
Lear. Peace, Kent !
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
I lov'd her moft, and thought to set my
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 dowers, digeft the third. Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her. I in inveft on 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 turos: only retain
The name and all th' addition to a king :
The sway, revenue, execution,
Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,
This coronet 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: with better judgment check This hideous rashness; with my life I answer, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least. 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 sight!
Kent. See better, Lear.
Lear. Now by Apollo
Kent. Now by Apollo, king,
Thou swear'it thy gods in vain.
Lear. O vassal! miscreant !
[Laying his hand on his sword. Alb. Corn. Dear fir, forbear.
Kent. Kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow
Upon thy rank 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 haft sought to make us break our vow,
To come betwixt our sentence and our power;
(Which nor our nature, nor our place, can bear ;)
Take thy reward.
Five days we do allot thee for provision,
To shield thee from difasters of the world;
And, on the sixih, 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. Why fare thee well, King, since thou art
The Gods protect thee, excellent Cordelia,
That justly think'st, and hast moft rightly said!
Now to new climates my old truth I bear;
Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here. (Exit,
Enter Glocester, with France and Burgundy, and
Attendants : Glo. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord,
Lear. Right noble Burgundy,
Who with this king haft rivalls for our daughter;
When she was dear to us, we held her so;
But now her price is fall’n: Sir, there she stands,
Will you with those infirmities 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,
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.
France. This is most strange.
Cor. I yet beseech your Majesty, (If, for I want thar glib and oily art, To speak and purpole not; since what I well intend, 4
I'll do't before I speak,) that you make known.
It is no vicious blót, scandal, 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 till soliciting eye, and such a tongue,
That I am glad I've not; though, not to have it,
Hath loft me in your liking.
Lear. Better thou Hadít not been born, than not 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? Faireit Cordelia, Thee and thy virtues here I feize upon; Be’t lawful, I take up what's cast away. Thy dow’rless daughter, King, thrown to my chance, IS
queen of us, of ours, and our fair France. Lear. Thou hast her, France; let her be thine,
Have no such daughter; nor shall ever see
Thatf ace of hers again; away!
Come, noble Burgundy.
[Flourish. Exeunt Lear and Burgundy. France. Bid farewel to your sisters. ·
Cor. Ye jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes
Cordelia leaves you: I know what you are,
And, like a fifter, am most loth to call
Your faults, as they are pam’d. Love well our
To your profeffing bofoms I commit him;
So farewel'to you both.
Reg. Prescribe not us our duty.
Gon. Let your study
Be to content your lord, who hath receiv'd you
At fortune's alms.
Cor. Time shall unföld what plaited cunning hides.
Well may you profper!
France. Come, my fair Cordelia.
[Exit Fra. and Cor. B 4