A Room of State in KING LEAR'S Palace. |
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Enter KENT, GLOUCESTER, and EDMUND. |
Kent. I 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 values most; for equalities are so weighed 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 blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it. |
Kent. I cannot conceive you. |
Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could; whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault? |
Kent. I cannot wish 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 somewhat saucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair; there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged. Do you know this noble gentleman, 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 shall study deserving. |
Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again. The king is coming. |
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Sennet. Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants. |
Lear. Attend the Lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester. |
Glo. I shall, my liege. [Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EDMUND. |
Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. |
Give me the map there. Know that we have divided |
In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent |
To shake all cares and business from our age, |
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we |
Unburden'd crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall, |
And you, our no less loving son of Albay, |
We have this hour a constant will to publish |
Our daughtes' several dowers, that future strife |
May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy, |
Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, |
Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, |
And here are to be answer'd. Tell me, my daughters,— |
Since now we will divest us both of rule, |
Interest of territory, cares of state,— |
Which of you shall we say doth love us most? |
That we our largest bounty may extend |
Where nature doth with merit challenge. Goneril, |
Our eldest-born, speak first. |
Gon. Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; |
Dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty; |
Beyond what can be valu'd, 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. [Aside.] What shall Cordelia do? Love, and be silent. |
Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, |
With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd, |
With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads, |
We make thee lady: to thine and Albany's issue |
Be this perpetual. What says our second daughter, |
Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak. |
Reg. I am made of that self metal as my sister, |
And prize me at her worth. In my true heart |
I find she names my very deed of love; |
Only she comes too short: that I profess |
Myself 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. |
Cor. [Aside.] Then, poor Cordelia! |
And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's |
More richer 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 conferr'd on Goneril. Now, our joy, |
Although our last, not least; to whose young love |
The vines of France and milk of Burgundy |
Strive to be interess'd; what can you say to draw |
A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak. |
Cor. Nothing, my lord. |
Lear. Nothing? |
Cor. Nothing. |
Lear. Nothing will 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; nor more nor less. |
Lear. How, how, Cordelia! mend your speech a little, |
Lest you may mar your fortunes. |
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 you. |
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 |
Half my love with him, half my care and duty: |
Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, |
To love my father all. |
Lear. But goes thy heart with this? |
Cor. Ay, good my lord. |
Lear. So young, and so untender? |
Cor. So young, my lord, and true. |
Lear. Let it be so; thy truth then be thy dower: |
For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, |
The mysteries of Hecate and the night, |
By all the operation 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 barbarous 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 most, and thought to set my rest |
On her kind nursery. Hence, and 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 she calls plainness, marry her. |
I do invest you jointly with my power, |
Pre-eminence, and all the large effects |
That troop with majesty. Ourself by monthly course, |
With reservation of a hundred knights, |
By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode |
Make with you by due turn. Only we shall retain |
The name and all th' addition to a king; |
The sway, revenue, execution of the rest, |
Beloved sons, be yours: which to confirm, |
This coronet part between you. |
Kent. Royal Lear, |
Whom I have ever honour'd as my king, |
Lov'd as my father, as my master follow'd, |
As my great patron thought on in my prayers,— |
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 wouldst thou do, old man? |
Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak |
When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound |
When majesty falls to folly. Reserve thy state; |
And, in thy best consideration, check |
This hideous rashness: answer my life my judgment, |
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 a pawn |
To wage against thine enemies; nor fear to lose it, |
Thy safety being the motive. |
Lear. Out of my sight! |
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'st thy gods in vain. |
Lear. O vassal! miscreant! [Laying his hand on his sword. |
Alb. & Corn. Dear sir, forbear. |
Kent. Do; |
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,— |
Which we durst never yet,—and, with strain'd pride |
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 wilt appear, |
Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here. |
[To CORDELIA.] The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, |
That justly think'st, and hast most rightly said! |
[To REGAN and GONERIL.] And your large speeches may your deeds approve, |
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. |
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Flourish. Re-enter GLOUCESTER, with FRANCE, BURGUNDY, and Attendants. |
Glo. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord. |
Lear. My Lord of Burgundy, |
We first address toward you, who with this king |
Hath rivall'd for our daughter. What, in the least, |
Will you require in present dower with her, |
Or cease your quest of love? |
Bur. Most royal majesty, |
I crave no more than hath your highness offer'd, |
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, |
Take her, or leave her? |
Bur. Pardon me, royal sir; |
Election makes not up on such conditions. |
Lear. Then leave her, sir; for, by the power that made me, |
I tell you all her wealth.—[To FRANCE.] For you, great king, |
I would not from your love make such a stray |
To match you where I hate; therefore, beseech you |
To avert your liking a more worthier way |
Than on a wretch whom nature is asham'd |
Almost to acknowledge hers. |
France. This is most strange, |
That she, who even but now was your best object, |
The argument of your praise, balm of your age, |
The best, the dearest, should in this trice of time |
Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle |
So many folds of favour. Sure, her offence |
Must be of such unnatural degree |
That monsters it, or your fore-vouch'd affection |
Fall into taint; which to believe of her, |
Must be a faith that reason without miracle |
Could never plant in me. |
Cor. I yet beseech your majesty— |
If for I want that glib and oily art |
To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, |
I'll do 't before I speak—that you make known |
It is no vicious blot nor other foulness, |
No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, |
That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour, |
But even for want of that for which I am richer, |
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue |
That I am glad I have not, though not to have it |
Hath lost me in your liking. |
Lear. Better thou |
Hadst not been born than not to 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 is not love |
When it is mingled with regards that stand |
Aloof from the entire point. Will you have her? |
She is herself a dowry. |
Bur. Royal Lear, |
Give but that portion which yourself propos'd, |
And here I take Cordelia by the hand, |
Duchess of Burgundy. |
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, |
Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: |
Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy |
Shall buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me. |
Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind: |
Thou losest here, a better where to find. |
Lear. Thou hast her, France; let her be thine, for we |
Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see |
That face of hers again, therefore be gone |
Without our grace, our love, our benison. |
Come, noble Burgundy. [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; |
And like a sister am most loath to call |
Your faults as they are nam'd. Use well our 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. |
Reg. Prescribe not us our duties. |
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 wanted. |
Cor. Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides; |
Who covers faults, at last shame them derides. |
Well may you prosper! |
France. Come, my fair Cordelia. [Exit 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 been but rash; then, must we look to receive from his age, not alone the imperfections of long-engraffed 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 leave-taking between France and him. Pray you, let us hit together: if our father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his will but offend us. |
Reg. We shall further think on't. |
Gon. We must do something, and i' the heat. [Exeunt. |
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