Internet Shakespeare Editions


Jump to line
Help on texts

About this text

  • 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
    Not Peer Reviewed

    King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)

    The History of King Lear.
    Fra. This is mo st strange, that she that euen but now
    235 Was your be st obiect, the argument of your praise,
    Balme of your age, mo st be st, mo st deere st,
    Should in this trice of time commit a thing
    So mon strous, to dismantle so many foulds of fauour,
    Sure her offence mu st be of such vnnaturall degree,
    That mon sters it, or you for voucht affections
    Falne into taint, which to beleeue of her
    Mu st be a faith that reason without miracle
    Could neuer plaint in me.
    245 Cord. I yet beseech your Maie sty,
    If for I want that glib and oily Art,
    To speake and purpose not, since what I well intend,
    Ile do't before I speake, that you may know
    It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulene s s e,
    250 No vncleane action or di shonoured step
    That hath depriu'd me of your grace and fauour,
    But euen for want of that, for which I am rich,
    A still soliciting eye, and such a tongue,
    As I am glad I haue not, though not to haue it,
    255 Hath lo st me in your liking.
    Lear. Go to, goe to, better thou had st not bene borne,
    Then not to haue pleas'd me better.
    Fran. Is it no more but this, a tardine s s e in nature,
    That often leaues the hi story vnspoke that it intends to do,
    260 My Lord of Burgundy, what say you to the Lady?
    Loue is not loue when it is mingled with respects that stands
    Aloofe from the entire point, will you haue her?
    She is her selfe and dower.
    265 Burg. Royall Lear, giue but that portion
    Which your selfe propos'd, and here I take
    Cordelia by the hand, Dutche s s e of Burgundy.
    Lear. Nothing; I haue sworne.
    270 Burg. I am sorry then you haue so lo st a father,
    That you mu st lose a husband.
    Cord. Peace be with Burgundy, since that respects
    Of fortune are his loue, I shall not be his wife.