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To wage against thy foes; nor fear to lose it,
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'lt thy gods in vain. Lear. O yalfall miscreant !
[Laying bis band on his sword. Alb. Corn. Dear Sir, forbear.
Kent. Kill thy physician, and thy fee bestoj
Lear. Hear me, recreant !
Kent. Fare thee well, King; fith thus, thou wilt appear,
Lear. My lord of Burgundy,
Bur. Most royal Majesty,
Lear. Right noble Burgundy,
Bur. I know no answer.
Lear. Will you with those infirmities the 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,
France. This is moft strange!
folds of favour! sure, her offence
Must be a faith, that reason without miracle
Cor. I yet beseech your Majesty,
France. Is it but this ? a tardiness in nature,
Bar. Royal King,
Cor. Peace be with Burgundy,
Is Queen of us, of ours, and our fair France :
Lear. Thou haft her, France ; let her be thine, for we
[Flourish. Exeunt Lear and Burgundy. France. Bid farewel to your fifters.
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 nam'd. Love well our father : To your professing bosoms I commit him; But yet, alas ! ftood I within his grace, I would prefer him to a better place. So farewel to you both.
Reg. Prescribe not us our duty.
Gen. 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. (2)
Cor. Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides, Who covers faults, at last with shame derides. Well may you prosper! France. Come, my fair Cordelia.
[Exeunt France and Cor. Gon. Sister, it is not little I've to say, Of what most nearly appertains to us both ; I think, our father will go hence to night.
(2) And well are worth the Want that you bave wanted.] This is a very obscure Expression, and must be piec'd out with an implied Sense, to be understood. This I take to be the Poet's Meaning, stript of the Jingle which makes it dark : 5. You well deserve to meet with that Want of Love from “ your Husband, which you have profess’d to want for our " Father.”
Reg. That's certain, and with you ; next month with us.
Gon. You fee how full of changes his age is, the obfervation we have made of it hach not been little; he always lov'd our sister most, and with what poor judge ment 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 soundeft of his time hath been but rath; then must we look, from his age, to receive not alone the imperfections of long-engrafted condition, but therewithal the unruly waywardness, that infirm and cholerick 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 complement of leave-taking 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.
SCEN E changes to a Castle belonging to the
Earl of Glo'ster.
Enter EDMUND, with a Letter.
My services are bound; wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curtesie of nations to deprive me, (3) For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-fhines
(3) The Niçety of Nations] This is Mr. Pape's Reading, ex Catbedrâ; for it has the Sanction of none of the Copies, that I have met with. They all, indeed, give it, Us, by a foolish Corruption, -- tbe Curiofity of Nations; but I some time ago prov'd, that our Author's Word was, Curtefie. Nor must we forget that Tenure in our Laws, wliereby fome Lands are held by the Currefie of Englando