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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, 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 fustain'd, fall our abode Make with you by due turns: only retain The name and all th' addition to a King: The sway, revenue, execution, Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm, This Corionet 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: 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 Majetły to folly fails. Reserve thy State ; with better judgment check This hideous rathness; with my life ! answer, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low found Reverbs no hollowness.
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 fight!
Kent. See better, Lear, and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye.
Lear. Now by Apolion
Kent. Now by Apollo, King, Thou swear'st thy gods in vain. Lear. O vasfal! miscreant !
(Laying his hand on his sword. Alb. Corn. Dear Sir, forbear.
Kent. Kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow
Lear. Hear me, recreant!
Thy banilh'd trunk be found in our dominions,
Kent. Fare thee well, King; sith thus thou wilt appear,
Attendants. Glo. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord. (2)
(2) Cor. Here's France, and Burgundy, my noble lord.] The generality of the editions, ancient and modern, ftupidly place this verse to Cordili.z. But I have, upon the authority of the old 4to, restor'd it to the right owner, Gloster; who was, but a little bufore, sent by the King to conduct Frarce and Burgundy to him.
Lear. My lord of Burgundy,
Bur Moft royal Majesty,
Lear. Right noble Burgundy,
Bur. I know no answer.
Lear. 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 fuch conditions. [me,
Lear. Then leave her, Sir; for by the pow'r that made I tell you all her wealth.- For you, great King,
France. This is most ftrange!
Fa'n (3) As monstrous is,] This bald reading is a modern fophiftic:tion : the eldest and best copies read;
Fal'n into taint: which to believe of her,
Cer. I yet beseech your Majesty,
Lear. Better thou Hadft not been born, than not have pleas'd me better.
France. Is it but this? a tardiness in nature,
Bur. Royal King,
Lear. Nothing: I've sworn.
Bur. I'm sorry then, you have so loft a father, That you must lose a husband.
Cor. Peace be with Burgundy,
That monsters iti. e. that makes a monster, a prodigy, of it: And our pret uses this verb ellewhere in such a sense. So Albany, afterwards in this play, jays to Gonerill, his wife;
Thou chang'd, and self-converted thing! for shame,
Be-msrister not thy features.
I'd rather have one scratch my head i'th' Sun,
Since that respects of fortune are his love,
France. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor,
Lear. Thou hast her, France; let her be thine, for we
[and Burgundy. France. Bid farewel to your fifters.
Cor. Ye jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes
Reg. Prescribe not us our duty.
Gon. Let your study
(4) And well are worth the Want that you have wanted.] This is a very obscure expreffion, and must be pieced out with an implied lense, to be understood, This I take to be the poet's meaning, stript of the jingle which makes it' dark; “ You well deserve to meet with that “ Want of love from your husband, which you have profess’d to want « for our father,"