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- Edition: King Lear
King Lear (Folio 1, 1623)
- Introduction
- Texts of this edition
- Contextual materials
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- Holinshed on King Lear
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- The History of King Leir
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- Albion's England (Selection)
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- Hardyng's Chronicle (Selection)
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- Kings of Britain
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- Chronicles of England
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- Faerie Queene
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- The Mirror for Magistrates
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- The Arcadia
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- A Declaration of Egregious Popish Impostures
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- Aristotle on tragedy
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- The Book of Job (Selections)
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- The Monk's Tale (Selections)
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- The Defense of Poetry
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- The First Blast of the Trumpet
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- Basilicon Doron
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- On Bastards
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- On Aging
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- King Lear (Adapted by Nahum Tate)
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- Facsimiles
THE TRAGEDIE OF
KING LEAR.
1Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
2Enter Kent, Gloucester, and Edmond.
5Duke of Albany, then Cornwall.
8peares not which of the Dukes hee valewes
10ther, can make choise of eithers moity.
11Kent. Is not this your Son, my Lord?
14braz'd too't.
15Kent. I cannot conceiue you.
17vpon she grew round womb'd, and had indeede (Sir) a
19Do you smell a fault?
21being so proper.
23yeere elder then this; who, yet is no deerer in my ac-
25world before he was sent for: yet was his Mother fayre,
28man, Edmond?
29Edm. No, my Lord.
30Glou. My Lord of Kent:
31Remember him heereafter, as my Honourable Friend.
36againe. The King is comming.
37Sennet. Enter King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Gonerill, Re-
38gan, Cordelia, and attendants.
42Giue me the Map there. Know, that we haue diuided
43In three our Kingdome: and 'tis our fast intent,
45Conferring them on yonger strengths, while we
46Vnburthen'd crawle toward death. Our son of Cornwal,
47And you our no lesse louing Sonne of Albany,
50May be preuented now. The Princes, France & Burgundy,
51Great Riuals in our yongest daughters loue,
52Long in our Court, haue made their amorous soiourne,
53And heere are to be answer'd. Tell me my daughters
54(Since now we will diuest vs both of Rule,
55Interest of Territory, Cares of State)
57That we, our largest bountie may extend
58Where Nature doth with merit challenge. Gonerill,
62Beyond what can be valewed, rich or rare,
64As much as Childe ere lou'd, or Father found.
66Beyond all manner of so much I loue you.
71We make thee Lady. To thine and Albanies issues
73Our deerest Regan, wife of Cornwall?
75And prize me at her worth. In my true heart,
78My selfe an enemy to all other ioyes,
80And finde I am alone felicitate
81In your deere Highnesse loue.
82Cor. Then poore Cordelia,
84More ponderous then my tongue.
86Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome,
88Then that conferr'd on Gonerill. Now our Ioy,
90The Vines of France, and Milke of Burgundie,
93Cor. Nothing my Lord.
94Lear. Nothing?
95Cor. Nothing.
101Least you may marre your Fortunes.
102Cor. Good my Lord,
107They loue you all? Happily when I shall wed,
109Halfe my loue with him, halfe my Care, and Dutie,
111Lear. But goes thy heart with this?
112Cor. I my good Lord.
116For by the sacred radience of the Sunne,
117The miseries of Heccat and the night:
118By all the operation of the Orbes,
120Heere I disclaime all my Paternall care,
121Propinquity and property of blood,
122And as a stranger to my heart and me,
123Hold thee from this for euer. The barbarous Scythian,
124Or he that makes his generation messes
127As thou my sometime Daughter.
128Kent. Good my Liege.
129Lear. Peace Kent,
130Come not betweene the Dragon and his wrath,
133So be my graue my peace, as here I giue
138I doe inuest you ioyntly with my power,
141With reseruation of an hundred Knights,
144The name, and all th'addition to a King: the Sway,
145Reuennew, Execution of the rest,
147This Coronet part betweene you.
148Kent. Royall Lear,
149Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King,
151As my great Patron thought on in my praiers.
154The region of my heart, be Kent vnmannerly,
157When power to flattery bowes?
158To plainnesse honour's bound,
164Reuerbe no hollownesse.
166Kent. My life I neuer held but as pawne
168Thy safety being motiue.
171The true blanke of thine eie.
172Kear. Now by Apollo,
176Alb. Cor. Deare Sir forbeare.
179Or whil'st I can vent clamour from my throate,
180Ile tell thee thou dost euill.
186Our potencie made good, take thy reward.
187Fiue dayes we do allot thee for prouision,
189And on the sixt to turne thy hated backe
190Vpon our kingdome; if on the tenth day following,
191Thy banisht trunke be found in our Dominions,
192The moment is thy death, away. By Iupiter,
193This shall not be reuok'd,
196The Gods to their deere shelter take thee Maid,
202Flourish. Enter Gloster with France, and Bur-
203gundy, Attendants.
205Lear. My Lord of Bugundie,
207Hath riuald for our Daughter; what in the least
208Will you require in present Dower with her,
212Nor will you tender lesse?
213Lear. Right Noble Burgundy,
218And nothing more may fitly like your Grace,
222Vnfriended, new adopted to our hate,
224Take her or, leaue her.
225Bur. Pardon me Royall Sir,
228I tell you all her wealth. For you great King,
231T'auert your liking a more worthier way,
232Then on a wretch whom Nature is asham'd
233Almost t'acknowledge hers.
242Fall into taint, which to beleeue of her
244Should neuer plant in me.
246If for I want that glib and oylie Art,
251That hath depriu'd me of your Grace and fauour,
252But euen for want of that, for which I am richer,
254That I am glad I haue not, though not to haue it,
255Hath lost me in your liking.
257Not beene borne, then not t haue pleas'd me better.
260That it intends to do: my Lord of Burgundy,
261What say you to the Lady? Loue's not loue
263Aloofe from th'intire point, will you haue her?
264She is herselfe a Dowrie.
266Giue but that portion which your selfe propos'd,
267And here I take Cordelia by the hand,
268Dutchesse of Burgundie.
272Cor. Peace be with Burgundie,
274I shall not be his wife.
277Thee and thy vertues here I seize vpon,
278Be it lawfull I take vp what's cast away.
281Thy dowrelesse Daughter King, throwne to my chance,
283Not all the Dukes of watrish Burgundy,
284Can buy this vnpriz'd precious Maid of me.
285Bid them farewellCordelia, though vnkinde,
289That face of hers againe, therfore be gone,
291Come Noble Burgundie. Flourish. Exeunt.
294Cordelia leaues you, I know you what you are,
296Your faults as they are named. Loue well our Father:
299I would prefer him to a better place,
300So farewell to you both.
303Be to content your Lord, who hath receiu'd you
305And well are worth the want that you haue wanted.
308Well may you prosper.
311Of what most neerely appertaines to vs both,
312I thinke our Father will hence to night. (with vs.
324cholericke yeares bring with them.