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  • Title: King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)
  • Editor: Michael Best
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-463-9

    Copyright Michael Best. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Michael Best
    Not Peer Reviewed

    King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)

    The Hi storie of King Lear
    Ba st . No my Lord.
    30 Glo st . My Lord of Kent, remember him hereafter as my ho-
    norable friend..
    Bast . My seruices to your Lord ship.
    Kent. I mu st loue you, and sue to know you better.
    Ba st . Sir I shall study deseruing.
    35 Glo st . Hee hath beene out nine yeares, and away hee shall
    againe, the King is comming.
    Sound a Sennet, Enter one bearing a Coronet, then Lear, then the
    Dukes of Albany, and Cornwell, next Gonorill, Regan, 38.1 Cor -
    delia, with followers.
    Lear. Attend my Lords of France and Burgundy, Glo ster.
    40 Glo st . I shall my Leige.
    Lear. Meane time we will expre s s e our darker purposes,
    The map there; know we haue diuided
    In three, our kingdome; and tis our fir st intent,
    To shake all cares and bu sines of our state,
    45 Confirming them on yonger yeares,
    50 The two great Princes France and Burgundy,
    Great ryuals in our younge st daughters loue,
    Long in our Court haue made their amorous soiourne,
    And here are to be answerd, tell me my daughters,
    Which of you shall we say doth loue vs mo st,
    That we our large st bountie may extend,
    Where merit doth mo st challenge it,
    Gonorill our elde st borne, speake fir st ?
    60 Gon. Sir I do loue you more then words can weild the (matter,
    Dearer then eye- sight, space or libertie,
    Beyond what can be valued rich or rare,
    No le s s e then life; with grace, health, beautie, honour,
    As much a child ere loued, or father friend,
    65 A loue that makes breath poore, and speech vnable,
    Beyond all manner of so much I loue you.
    Cor. What shall Cordelia doe, loue and be silent.
    Lear. Of al these bounds, euen from this line to this,
    With shady forre sts, and wide skirted meades,
    We make thee Lady, to thine and Albaines i s s ue,
    Be this perpetuall, what saies our second daughter?