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Gon. I love you, Sir, 1 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. [-Afide."

Lear. Of all these bounds, ev'n from this line to this,
With shadowy forefts and with champions 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 of Cornwall ? speak.

Reg. I'm made of that self-metal as my fifter,
And prize me at her worth, in my true Heart. (1)
I find, the 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 fenfe poffeffes ;
And find, I am alone felicitate
In your dear Highness' love.
Cor. Then

poor
Cordelia!

{-4fidio And yet not so, fince, I am fure, my lave's More pond'rous than my tongue.

Lear. To thee, and thinė, hereditary ever,
Remain this ample third of our fair Kingdom ;
No less in space, validity, and pleasure,
Than that conferr'd on Gonerill. -Now our joy,
Although our lait, nooleaft; 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 fifters ? speak.

Cor. Nothing, my Lord.

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my sisters,

Lear. Nothing ? Cor. Nothing. 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 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 hulbands, if they say, They love you, all? haply, when I thall 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 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 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 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
his appetite, shall to my

bosom Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev’d, As thou, my lometime daughter.

Kent. Good my Liege-a

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 nars'ry. Hence, avoid my fight!--[T.Cor.

So

To gorge

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 sons be yours; which to confirm,
This Coronet 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 wouldit thou do, old man?
Think'it thou, that duty Thall have dread to speak,
When pow'r to flatt'ry bows ? to plainness Honour
Is bound, when Majeity to folly falls.
Reserve thy State; with better judgment check
This hideous rashness; with my life I answer,
Thy youngest davghter does not love thee leaft;
Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low found
Reverbs no hollow nefs.

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. See better, Lear, and let me still remain
The true blank of thine eye.

Lear. Now by Apollo-
Kent. Now by Apollo, King,

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Thou swear'ft thy gods in vain.
Lear. O vassal! miscreant !

[Laying his hand on his fword. 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 haft sought to make us break our vow,
Which we durft 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 fhield thee from disasters of the world ;
And, on the exth, to turn thy hated back
Upon our kingdom ; if, the tenth day following,
Thy kanifh'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 ; The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, That juftly think'ft, and haft moft rightly faid; 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. Enter Glo'fter, with France and Burgundy, and i

Attendants.
Glo. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble Lord.

Lear. My Lord of Burgundy,
We first address tow'rd you, who with this King
Have rivall?d for our daughter; what at least
Will you require in present dower with her,
Or cease your quest of love?

Bur. Moit royal Majesty,
I crave no more than what your Highness offer'd,

Nor

Nor will you tender less.

Lear. Right, 'noble Burgundy,
When she was dear to us, we held her so;
But now her price is fallin : 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 the owes,
Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,
Dower'd with our curle, and stranger'd with our oathy
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 alham'd
Almost t’acknowledge hers.

France. This is moft ftrange!
That she, who ev'r, 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, her offence
Muit be of such unnatural degree,
That 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 befeech your Majcity,
(If, for I want that glib and oily art,
To speak and purpose not; fince what I well intend;
I'll do't before I speak,) that you

make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness,

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