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As thou my sometime daughter.

Kent. Good my Liege

Lear. Peace, Kent !
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
I lov'd her most, and thought to set my rest
On her kind nurs’ry. Hence, avoid my light !--[To Cor.
So be my grave my peace, as here I give
Her father's heart from her. Call France ; who ftirs ?
Call Burgundy-Cornwall and Albany,
With my two daughters' dowers digest the third.
Let pride, which she calls plainnefs, marry her.
I do invest you 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 dae turns: only retain
The name and all th’addition to a King ;-
The fway, revenue, execution of th’hest,
Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,,
This coronet part between you. [Giving the crowni

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-mm

Lear. The bow is bent and drawn, inake from the

Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade [thaft. The region of my heart; be Kent unmannerly, When Lear is mad: what would'ft thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak, When power to flatt’ry bows ? to plainness honour Is bound, when Majesty to folly falls. Reserve thy ftate; with better judgment check This hideous ralhness; with my life I answer, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee leaft; 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 a pawn
To wage againft thy foes ; nor fear to lose it,,
Thy safety being the motive.
Lear. Out of my fight?

Kent.

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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'ft thy gods in vain, Lear. O vaflal! miscreant !

[Laying his hand on his sword. Alb. Corn. Dear Sir, forbear.

Kent. Kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow
Upon the foul disease ; revoke thy doom,
Or whilft I can vent clamour from my throat,
I'll tell thee thou doft evil.

Lear. Hear me, recreant !
Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow,
Which we durft never yet ; and with strain’d pride,
To come betwixt our sentence and our powert:
Which nor our nature, nor our place, can hear,
Our potency make good; take thy reward.
Five days we do allot thee for provision,
To shield thee from disasters of the world ;
And, on the fixth, 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. Fare thee well, King ; fith thus thou wilt ap-
Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here ; [pear,
The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, [To Cor.
That justly think it, and haft most rightly said ;
And your large speeches may your deeds approve,

[To Gon. and Reg. That good effects may spring from words of love. Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu, He'll shape his old course in a country new. [Exit.

SCENE III. Enter Glo'ster, with France and Burgundy, and Attendants.

Glo. Here's France and Burgundy, my Noble Lord.

Lear. My Lordof Burgundy,
We firft address tow'rd you, who with this King

Have + pozuer, for execution of the sentence.

Have rivall’d for our daughter; what at least
Will you require in present dower with her,
Or cease your quest of love?

Bur. Moft Royal Majesty,
I crave no more than what you Highness offer'd,
Nor will you tender less.

Lear. Right Noble Burgundy,
When she was dear to us, we held her fo;
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 fhe owes,
Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,
Dower'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

made me,

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; therefore beseech you
T'avert + your liking a more worthy way,
Than on a wretch, whom nature is afham'd
Almost t’ acknowledge her’s.

France. This is most strange!
That she, who ev'n but now was your best object,
Your praise's argument, balm of your age, ,
Dearest and best, should in this trice of time
Commit a thing fo monstrous, to dismantle
So many folds of favour! Sure, th' offence
Muit bé of such unnatural degree,
As monsters it; or your fore-vouch'd affection
Fall'n into taint: which to believe of her,
Must be a faith that reason without miracle
Should never plant in me.
Cor. I yet beseech your Majesty,

(If, † To avert, for to tårn, simply.

(If, for I want that glib and oily art,
To speak and purpose not ; fince what I will intend,
I'll do't before I speak), that you

make known
It is no vicious blot, murther, or foulness,
No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step,
That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour ::
But ev'n the want of that, for which I'm richer,
A ftill-foliciting eye, and such a tongue,
That I'm glad I've not; though not to have it,
Hath loft me in your liking.

Lear. Better thou
Hadft 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? My Lord of Burgundy,.
What say you to the lady? Love's not love
When it is mingled with regards, that stand
Aloof from th' entire + point. Say, will you have her:
She is herself a dowry.

Bur. Royal King,
Give but that portion which yourself propos’d,
And here I take Cordelia by the hand,
Duchess of Burgundy.

Lear. Nothing. I've sworn.
Bur. I'm sorry then you have so lost a fathergy
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 moft rich, being
Most choice, forsaken ! and most lov’d, despis’d! [poor!
Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.
Be't lawful I take

what's cast away:
Gods, gods ! 'tis ftrange, that from their cold’a neglect
My love should kindle to inflam'd respect.
They dow'rless daughter, King, thrown to my chance,
Is

queen of ours, and our fair France.
Not all the Dukes of wat'rish Burgundy
Can buy this unpriz’d, precious, maid of me.
Bid them farewel, Cordelia, tho’unkind;
Thou loseft here, a better where to find.

Lear. # entire, for right, true.

up

of us,

Lear. Thou haft her, France; let her be thine, for we
Have no fuch daughter ; nor shall ever see
That face of her's again ; therefore be gone
Without our grace, our love, our benizon.
Come, Noble Burgundy.

[Flourish. Exeunt Lear and Burgundy.

SCENE IV.
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 profefsing bosoms I commit him ;
But yet, alas ! stood I within his grace,
I would prefer him to a better place.
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; you have obedience scanted,
And well are worth the want that

you

have vaunted.
Cor. Time fhall unfold what plaited cunning hides,
Who cover'd faults at last with Thame derides.
Well may you prosper!
France. Come, my fair Cordelia.

[Exeunt France and Cordeliar

SCENE V.
Gon. Sifter, 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. Reg. That's certain, and with you; next month

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with us.

Gon. You see how full of change his age is, the obfervation we have made of it hath not been little : he always lov'd our fifter 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 Nenderly known himself.

Gon. The best and foundest of his time hath been but rash; and must we look, from his age, to receive not

alone

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