LEAR. Let it be so,-thy truth, then, be thy dower: For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, a The mysteries of Hecate, and the night; From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Hold thee, from this, for ever! The barbarous Or he that makes his generation messes Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd, As thou my sometime daughter :- LEAR. Peace, Kent! Good my liege, Call Burgundy.-Cornwall and Albany, KENT. [retain [Giving the crown. Royal Lear, Whom I have ever honour'd as my king, 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? Thou swear'st thy gods in vain. LEAR. O, vassal! miscreant ! [Laying his hand on his sword. ALB. CORN. Dear sir, forbear." KENT. 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,++ [pride, (Which we durst never yet) and, with strain'd 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 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: sith thus thou 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; 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 infirmities she owes, Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate, Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath, Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle COR. I yet beseech your majesty,- I'll do't before I speak,-that you make known LEAR. Better thou Hadst not been born, than not to have pleas'd me better. Royal Lear,† 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 lov'd, despis'd! 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 inflam'd respect.Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of wat'rish Burgundy Shall buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me. Is queen Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind," Have no such daughter, nor shall ever sce [Flourish. Exeunt LEAR, BURGUNDY, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GLOUCESTER, and Attendants. FRANCE. Bid farewell to your sisters. COR. The jewels of our, father, with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you: I know you what you are; father: To your professed bosoms I commit him : But yet, alas! stood I within his grace, I would prefer him to a better place. So farewell to you both. GON. Prescribe not us our duties.† Let your study Be to content your lord: who hath receiv'd you At fortune's alms. You have obedience scanted, And well are worth the want that you have wanted. COR. Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides ; Who covert faults, at last shame them § derides. Come, my fair Cordelia. [Exeunt FRANCE and CORDELIA. GoN. Sister, it is not little I have to say of what most nearly appertains to us both. I think our father will hence to-night. REG. That's most certain, and with you; next month with us. GON. You see how full of changes his age is; the observation we have made of it hath not || been little; he always loved our sister most; and with what poor judgment he hath now cast her off appears too grossly. REG. 'Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself. GON. The best and soundest of his time hath (*) First folio, Love. (1) Old text, covers. (+) First folio, dutie. ($) First folio, at last with shame. (I) First folio omits, not. a-though unkind,-] Unkind here signifies unnatural, unless France is intended to mean, "though unkinn'd," i.e. though forsaken by your kindred. b A better where to find.] In note (a), p. 120, Vol. I. otherwhere is explained other place; but where in these compounds had perhaps a significance now lost. See the old ballad, "I HAVE HOUSE AND LAND IN KENT". "Wherefore cease off, make no delay, For I cannot come every day to woo." The jewels-] Rowe and Capell read, perhaps rightly, "Ye jewels." Mr. Collier's annotator, too, proposes the same alteration. been but rash; then must we look to receive from his age,* not alone the imperfections of longengraffed condition, but, therewithal, the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with them. REG. Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him, as this of Kent's banishment. GON. There is further compliment of leavetaking between France and him. Pray you, let us hit together: if our father carry authority with such disposition as he bears, this last surrender of his will but offend us. REG. We shall further think of it. GON. We must do something, and i' the heat. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A Hall in the Earl of Gloucester's Castle. Enter EDMUND, with a letter. EDM. Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law 0 My services are bound. Wherefore should I For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, (*) First folio, from his age to receive. (t) First folio, sit. dwhat plighted cunning hides;] Plighted, or, as the quartos give it, pleated cunning, means involved, complicated cunning. 01 - plague of custom,-] Plague may here possibly signify place, or boundary, from plaga; but it is a very suspicious word. f To deprive me,-] To deprive, in Shakespeare's day, was sometimes synonymous to disinherit, as Steevens has shown, and also to-take away, as in "Hamlet," Act I. Scene 4,"And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sov'reignty of reason," &c. Shall top the legitimate.] In the old editions we find tooth' and to'th'. The present reading was first promulgated in Edwards' "Canons of Criticism," having been communicated to the author of that pungent satire by Capell. (See "Notes and various Readings to Shakespeare," by the latter, I. 146.) EDM. I know no news, my lord. EDM. Nothing, my lord. GLO. No? What needed, then, that terrible dispatch of it into your pocket? the quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself. Let's see: come, if it be nothing, I shall not need spectacles. EDM. I beseech you, sir, pardon me it is a letter from my brother, that I have not all o'erread; and for so much as I have perused, I find it not fit for your o'er-looking. GLO. Give me the letter, sir. EDM. I shall offend, either to detain or give it. The contents, as in part I understand them, are to blame. GLO. Let's see, let's see. EDM. I hope, for my brother's justification, he wrote this but as an essay or tastea of my virtue. GLO. [Reads.] This policy and reverence of age makes the world bitter to the best of our times; keeps our fortunes from us, till our oldness cannot relish them. I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny; who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered. Come to me, that of this I may speak more. If our father would sleep till I waked him, you should enjoy half his revenue for ever, and live the beloved of your brother, EDGAR.— Hum-Conspiracy!-Sleep till I waked him, you should enjoy half his revenue,-My son Edgar! Had he a hand to write this? a heart and brain to breed it in ?-When came this to you? who brought it? EDM. It was not brought me, my lord,-there's the cunning of it; I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet. GLO. You know the character to be your brother's? EDM. If the matter were good, my lord, I durst swear it were his; but, in respect of that, I would fain think it were not. the letter!-Abhorred villain! Unnatural, detested, brutish villain! worse than brutish!-Go, sirrah, seek him; I'll apprehend him: -abominable villain!-Where is he? EDM. I do not well know, my lord. It it shall please you to suspend your indignation against my brother, till you can derive from him better testimony of his intent, you shall run a certain course; where, if you violently proceed against him, mistaking his purpose, it would make a great gap in your own honour, and shake in pieces the heart of his obedience. I dare pawn down my life for him, that he hath writ this to feel my affection to your honour, and to no other pretence of danger. GLO. Think you so? EDM. If your honour judge it meet, I will place you where you shall hear us confer of this, and by an auricular assurance have your satisfaction; and that without any further delay than this very evening. GLO. He cannot be such a monster. GLO. To his father, that so tenderly and entirely loves him!-Heaven and earth!Edmund, seek him out; wind me into him, I pray you frame the business after your own wisdom. I would unstate myself, to be in a due resolution. EDM. I will seek him, sir, presently; convey the business as I shall find means, and acquaint you withal. GLO. These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us: though the wisdom of Nature can reason it thus and thus, yet Nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father. This villain of mine comes under the prediction; there's son against father: the king falls from bias of nature; there's father against child. We have seen the best of our time: machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves!— Find out this villain, Edmund; it shall lose thee nothing; do it carefully. And the noble and true-hearted Kent banished! his offence, honesty! -'T is strange! [Exit. EDM. This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune, (often |