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  • Title: King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)
  • Editor: Pervez Rizvi
  • Coordinating 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: Pervez Rizvi
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    King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)

    The History of King Lear.
    Kent. Let it fall rather,
    Though the forke inuade the region of my heart,
    155 Be Kent vnmannerly, when Lear is mad,
    What wilt thou do old man, think' st thou that duty
    Shall haue dread to speake, when power to flattery bowes,
    To plainne s s e honours bound, when Maie sty stoops to folly,
    Reuerse thy doome, and in thy be st con sideration
    Checke this hideous ra shne s s e, answer my life,
    My iudgement, thy yonge st daughter does not lo[u]e thee lea st,
    Nor are those empty hearted, whose low sound
    Reuerbs no hollowne s s e.
    165 Lear. Kent, on thy life no more.
    Kent. My life I neuer held but as a pawne
    To wage again st thy enemies, nor feare to lose it,
    Thy safety being the motiue.
    Lear. Out of my sight.
    170 Kent. See better Lear, and let me still remaine
    The true blanke of thine eie.
    Lear. Now by Appollo ---------
    Kent. Now by Appollo, King thou swear' st thy Gods in vaine.
    175 Lear. Va s s all, recreant.
    Kent. Do, kill thy Phy sition,
    And the fee be stow vpon the foule disease,
    Reuoke thy doome, or whil st I can vent clamour
    180 From my throat, ile tell thee thou do st euill.
    Lear. Heare me, on thy alleigeance heare me;
    Since thou ha st sought to make vs breake our vow,
    Which we dur st neuer yet; and with straied pride,
    To come betweene our sentence and our power,
    185 Which, nor our nature, nor our place can beare,
    Our potency make good, take thy reward,
    Foure dayes we do allot thee for proui sion,
    To shield thee from diseases of the world,
    And on the fift to turne thy hated backe
    190 Vpon our kingdome; if on the tenth day following,
    Thy bani sht trunke be found in our Dominions,
    The moment is thy death, away,
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