King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)
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Enter Kent, Gloster, and Bastard.
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Kent.
¶I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Al-
5bany then Cornwell.
¶diuision of the kingdomes, it appeares not which of
¶ten blusht to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd to it.
15Kent. I cannot conceiue you.
¶grew round wombed, and had indeed Sir a sonne for her cradle,
¶proper.
¶der then this, who yet is no deerer in my account, though this
¶this noble gentleman Edmund?
¶Bast. No my Lord.
30Glost. My Lord of Kent, remember him hereafter as my ho-
¶norable friend.
¶againe, the King is comming.
¶
Sound a Sennet, Enter one bearing a Coronet, then Lear, then the
¶The map there; know we haue diuided
¶In three, our kingdome; and tis our first intent,
45Confirming them on yonger yeares,
50The two great Princes France and Burgundy,
¶Great ryuals in our youngest daughters loue,
¶Long in our Court haue made their amorous soiourne,
¶And here are to be answerd, tell me my daughters,
¶That we our largest bountie may extend,
¶Where merit doth most challenge it,
¶Beyond what can be valued rich or rare,
¶As much a child ere loued, or father friend,
65A loue that makes breath poore, and speech vnable,
¶Beyond all manner of so much I loue you.
75And prize me at her worth in my true heart,
80And find I am alone felicitate, in your deere highnes loue.
¶My loues more richer then my tongue.
85Lear. To thee and thine hereditarie euer
¶Remaine this ample third of our faire kingdome,
¶Then that confirm'd on Gonorill, but now our ioy,
¶What can you say to win a third, more opulent
¶Cord. Nothing my Lord.
¶Cord. Vnhappie that I am, I cannot heaue my heart into my
¶mouth, I loue your Maiestie according to my bond, nor more nor
¶Least it may mar your fortunes.
¶Cord. Good my Lord,
¶You haue begot me, bred me, loued me,
¶I returne those duties backe as are right fit,
105Obey you, loue you, and most honour you,
¶Lear. But goes this with thy heart?
¶Cord. I good my Lord.
¶Cord. So yong my Lord and true.
¶For by the sacred radience of the Sunne,
¶By all the operation of the orbs,
120Heere I disclaime all my paternall care,
¶Propinquitie and property of blood,
¶And as a stranger to my heart and me
¶Hould thee from this for euer: the barbarous Scythyan,
¶Or he that makes his generation
¶Shall bee as well neighbour'd, pittyed and relieued
¶As thou my sometime daughter.
¶Kent. Good my Liege.
¶On her kind nurcery, hence and auoide my sight?
¶So be my graue my peace as here I giue,
¶Her fathers heart from her, call France, who stirres?
135Call Burgundy, Cornwell, and Albany,
¶With my two daughters dower digest this third,
¶Let pride, which she cals plainnes, marrie her:
¶I doe inuest you iointly in my powre,
¶Preheminence, and all the large effects
¶With reseruation of an hundred knights,
¶Make with you by due turnes, onely we still retaine
¶The name and all the additions to a King,
¶Beloued sonnes be yours, which to confirme,
¶This Coronet part betwixt you.
¶Kent. Royall Lear,
¶Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King,
150Loued as my Father, as my maister followed,
¶As my great patron thought on in my prayers.
¶Kent. Let it fall rather,
¶Though the forke inuade the region of my heart,
155Be Kent vnmannerly when Lear is man,
¶What wilt thou doe ould man, think'st thou that dutie
¶Shall haue dread to speake, when power to flatterie bowes,
¶Reuerbs no hollownes.
165Lear. Kent on thy life no more.
¶Kent. My life I neuer held but as a pawne
¶Thy safty being the motiue.
¶The true blanke of thine eye.
¶Lear. Now by Appollo,
¶Reuoke thy doome, or whilst I can vent clamour
180From my throat, ile tell thee thou dost euill.
¶Lear. Heare me, on thy allegeance heare me?
¶To come betweene our sentence and our powre,
185Which nor our nature nor our place can beare,
¶Our potency made good, take thy reward,
¶Foure dayes we doe allot thee for prouision,
¶And on the fift to turne thy hated backe
190Vpon our kingdome, if on the tenth day following,
¶Thy banisht truncke be found in our dominions,
¶The moment is thy death, away, by Iupiter
¶This shall not be reuokt.
¶The Gods to their protection take the maide,
¶And your large speeches may your deedes approue,
¶That good effects may spring from wordes of loue:
200Thus Kent O Princes, bids you all adew,
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Enter France and Burgundie with Gloster.
¶Glost. Heers France and Burgundie my noble Lord.
¶Who with a King hath riuald for our daughter,
¶And nothing else may fitly like your grace,
¶Shees there, and she is yours.
¶Vnfriended, new adopted to our hate,
¶Take her or leaue her.
¶On such conditions.
¶I tell you all her wealth, for you great King,
230To match you where I hate, therefore beseech you,
¶To auert your liking a more worthier way,
¶Then on a wretch whome nature is ashamed
¶Almost to acknowledge hers.
¶Should in this trice of time commit a thing,
¶That monsters it, or you for voucht affections
¶Falne into taint, which to beleeue of her
¶Could neuer plant in me.
¶If for I want that glib and oyly Art,
¶Ile do't before I speake, that you may know
¶It is no vicious blot, murder or foulnes,
¶That hath depriu'd me of your grace and fauour,
¶But euen for want of that, for which I am rich,
¶As I am glad I haue not, though not to haue it,
255Hath lost me in your liking.
¶Then not to haue pleas'd me better.
¶Fran. Is it no more but this, a tardines in nature,
260My Lord of Burgundie, what say you to the Lady?
¶Aloofe from the intire point wil you haue her?
¶She is her selfe and dowre.
265Burg. Royall Leir, giue but that portion
¶By the hand, Dutches of Burgundie,
¶Of fortune are his loue, I shall not be his wife.
¶Thee and thy vertues here I ceaze vpon,
¶Be it lawfull I take vp whats cast away,
¶Thy dowreles daughter King throwne to thy chance,
¶Is Queene of vs, of ours, and our faire France:
¶Not all the Dukes in watrish Burgundie,
¶Shall buy this vnprizd precious maide of me,
285Bid them farewell Cordelia, though vnkind
¶That face of hers againe, therfore be gone,
290Without our grace, our loue, our benizon? come noble
(Burgũdy.
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Exit Lear and Burgundie.
¶Cord. The iewels of our father,
¶As they are named, vse well our Father,
¶But yet alas stood I within his grace,
¶I would preferre him to a better place:
300So farewell to you both?
¶Who hath receaued you at Fortunes almes,
¶You haue obedience scanted,
305And well are worth the worth that you haue wanted.
¶Well may you prosper.
¶Of what most neerely appertaines to vs both,
¶I thinke our father will hence to night.
¶derly knowne himselfe.
¶then must we looke to receiue from his age not alone the imper-
¶fection of long ingrafted condition, but therwithal vnruly way-
¶wardnes, that infirme and cholericke yeares bring with them.
¶this of Kents banishment.
¶Gono. There is further complement of leaue taking betweene
¶France and him, pray lets hit together, if our Father cary autho-
330will but offend vs,
