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Enter Kent, Glo'ster, and Edmund the Bastard.
Κ Ε Ν Τ. Thought, the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.
Glo. It did always seem so to us : but now, in the Division of the Kingdom, it appears not, which of the Dukes he
yalues most; for qualities are so weigh'd, that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety.
Kent. Is not this your son, my lord ?
Glo. His Breeding, Sir, hath been at my charge. I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd to't.
Kent. I cannot conceive you.
Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could; whereupon
grew round-womb’d; and had, indeed, Sir, a fon for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed. smell a fault?
Kent. I cannot with the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.
Glo. But I have a son, Sir, by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account; though this knave came fomewhat famcily to the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair ; there was good sport at his making, and the whorson must be acknowledg'd. Do you know this Nobleman, Edmund ?
Edm. No, my lord.
Glo. My lord of Kent ;
Remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.
Edm. My services to your lordship.
Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you better.
Edm. Sir, I fhall study your deserving.
Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall
[Trumpets faund, within,
The King is coming.
Enter King Lear, Cornwall
, Albany, Gonerill, Regan, Cordelia,' and Attendants. Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy,
: Glo. I shall, my Liege.
Lear. Mean time we Thall express our darker purpose,
Give me the Map here. Know, we have divided,
In three, our Kingdom; and 'ris'our falt intent,
To shake all cares and business from our age;
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
Unburthen'd crawl tow'rd death. Our fon of Cornwall,
And You, our no less loving son of Albany,
We have this hour a constant will to publish
Our daughters sev'ral Dow'rs, that future strife
May be prevented now. The Princes France and
Great rivals in our younger daughter's love,
Long in our Court have made their am'rous sojourni,
And here are to be answerd. Tell me, daughters, :
(Since now we will diveft us, both of rule,
Int'reft of territory, cares of state ; )
Which of you, hall we say, doth
love us moft?
That we our largest bounty may extend,
Where nature doth with merit challenge. Gonerill,
Our eldest born, speak first.
Gon. I love you, Sir,
Dearer than eye-fight, space and liberty ;
Beyond what can be valued, 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 filent.
Lear. Of all these Bounds, ev'n from this line to this,
With fhadowy forests and with champions rich'd,
With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,
We make thee Tady. To thine and Albany's issue
Be this perpetual. What says our second daughtes,
Our dearest Regan, wife of Cornwall ? speak.
Reg. I'm made of that self-metal as my fifter,
And prize mę aš her worth, in my true Heart. 6o1
I find, The names my very deed of love ;
Only she comes too short: that I profess
My self an enemy to all other joys,
Which the most precious square of sense possesses ;
And find, I am alone felicitate
In your dear Highness' love.
Car. Then poor Cordelia!
[ Afide. And yet not fo, fince, I am sure, my love's More pond'rous than my tongue.
Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever,
Remain this ample third of our fair Kingdom ;
No less in space, validity, and pleasure,
Than that confer'd on Gonerill
. ---Now our joy, (1) And prize me at ber Wortb. In my true Heart, ] Mr. Bishop prescrib'a tké Pointing of this paffage, as I have regulated it in the Text. Regan would say, that in the Truth of her Heart and Affection, Me equals the worth of her Sister. Without this Change in the Pointing, he makes a Boaß of her seļf" without any Cause allign'd, 1. A 4
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 than your sisters s speaki,
Cor. Nothing, my lord.
Lear. Nothing can come of nothing; speak again.
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
Cor. Good my lord,
You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me. I
Return those duties back, as are right fit;
Obey you, love you, and most honour
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say,
They love you, all? haply, when I shall wed,
That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry
love with him, half my care and duty. Sure, I shall never marry
my 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 fo, thy truth then be thy dower :
For by the sacred radiante of the fun,
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. The barb'rous Scythian,
Or he that makes his generation, messes
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
As thou, my sometime daughter,
Kent. Good my Liege
Lear, Peace, Kent !
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
I lov'd her moit, and thought to let my Rest
On her kind nurs’ry. Hence, avoid my sight!
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 digest the third.
Let pride, which the calls plainness, marry her.
I do invest you jointly with my Power,
Preheminence, and all the large effects
That troop with Majesty. Our self by monthly course,
With reservation of an hundred Knights,
By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode
Make with you by due turns : only retain
The name and all th' addition to a King:
The sway, revenue, execution,
Beloved fons, be yours; which to confirm,
This Cor'onet part
[Giving the Crown.
Kent. Royal Lear,
Whom I have ever honour'd as my King,
Lov'd as my father, as my matter follow'd,
And as my patron thought on in my pray'rs
Lear. The bow is bent and drawn, make from the
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 sound
Reverbs no hollowness.
Lear. Kent, on thy life no more.
Kent. My life I never held but as ai pawn