What do you like about the ISE? What could we do better? Please tell us in this 10-minute survey!

Start Survey

Internet Shakespeare Editions

Toolbox




Jump to line
Help on texts
List of characters
About this text
Print this page

About this text

  • Title: King Lear (Modern, Extended Folio)
  • Editor: Michael Best
  • Textual editors: James D. Mardock, Eric Rasmussen
  • 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: Michael Best
    Not Peer Reviewed

    King Lear (Modern, Extended Folio)

    [Scene 1 in Quarto]
    11.1
    Enter Kent, Gloucester, and Edmund [the Bastard].
    Kent
    I thought the King had more affected the 5Duke of Albany than Cornwall.
    Gloucester
    It did always seem so to us, but now in the division of the kingdom it appears not which of the dukes he values most, for qualities are so weighed that curiosity in 10neither can make choice of either's moiety.
    Kent
    Is not this your son, my lord?
    Gloucester
    His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge. I have so often blushed to acknowledge him that now I am brazed to't.
    15Kent
    I cannot conceive you.
    Gloucester
    Sir, this young fellow's mother could, whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault?
    20Kent
    I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.
    Gloucester
    But I have a son, sir, by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account, though this knave came something saucily to the 25world before he was sent for. Yet was his mother fair, there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged.--Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund?
    Bastard
    No, my lord.
    30Gloucester
    My Lord of Kent. Remember him hereafter as my honorable friend.
    Bastard
    My services to your lordship.
    Kent
    I must love you, and sue to know you better.
    Bastard
    Sir, I shall study deserving.
    35Gloucester
    He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again. The King is coming.
    Sennet. Enter King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia, and attendants.
    Lear
    Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
    40Gloucester
    I shall, my lord.
    Exit [Gloucester].
    Lear
    Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.
    Give me the map there. Know that we have divided
    In three our kingdom, and 'tis our fast intent
    To shake all cares and business from our age,
    45Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
    Unburdened crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall,
    And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
    We have this hour a constant will to publish
    Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife
    50May be prevented now. The princes France and Burgundy,
    Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,
    Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn,
    And here are to be answered. Tell me, my daughters--
    Since now we will divest us both of rule,
    55Interest of territory, cares of state--
    Which of you shall we say doth love us most,
    That we our largest bounty may extend
    Where nature doth with merit challenge. Goneril,
    Our eldest born, speak first.
    60Goneril
    Sir, I love you more than word can wield the matter;
    Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty,
    Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare,
    No less than life; with grace, health, beauty, honor,
    As much as child e'er loved or father found;
    65A love that makes breath poor and speech unable.
    Beyond all manner of so much I love you.
    Cordelia
    [Aside] What shall Cordelia speak? Love and be silent.
    Lear
    Of all these bounds even from this line to this,
    With shadowy forests and with champaigns riched
    70With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,
    We make thee lady. To thine and Albany's issues
    Be this perpetual. What says our second daughter,
    Our dearest Regan, wife of Cornwall?
    Regan
    I am made of that self-mettle as my sister,
    75And prize me at her worth. In my true heart
    I find she names my very deed of love--
    Only she comes too short--that I profess
    Myself an enemy to all other joys
    Which the most precious square of sense professes,
    80And find I am alone felicitate
    In your dear highness' love.
    Cordelia
    [Aside] Then poor Cordelia--
    And yet not so, since I am sure my love's
    More ponderous than my tongue.
    85Lear
    To thee and thine hereditary ever
    Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom,
    No less in space, validity, and pleasure
    Than that conferred on Goneril. Now our joy,
    Although our last and least, to whose young love
    90The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
    Strive to be interessed, what can you say to draw
    A third, more opulent than your sisters'? Speak.
    Cordelia
    Nothing my lord.
    Lear
    Nothing?
    95Cordelia
    Nothing.
    Lear
    Nothing will come of nothing. Speak again.
    Cordelia
    Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
    My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty
    According to my bond, no more nor less.
    100Lear
    How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,
    Lest you may mar your fortunes.
    Cordelia
    Good my lord,
    You have begot me, bred me, loved me.
    I return those duties back as are right fit;
    105Obey you, love you, and most honor you.
    Why have my sisters husbands if they say
    They love you all? Haply when I shall wed,
    That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry
    Half my love with him, half my care and duty.
    110Sure I shall never marry like my sisters
    110.1To love my father all.
    Lear
    But goes thy heart with this?
    Cordelia
    Ay, my good lord.
    Lear
    So young and so untender?
    Cordelia
    So young, my lord, and true.
    115Lear
    Let it be so. Thy truth then be thy dower;
    For by the sacred radiance of the sun,
    The mysteries of Hecate and the night,
    By all the operation of the orbs
    From whom we do exist and cease to be,
    120Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
    Propinquity and property of blood,
    And as a stranger to my heart and me
    Hold thee from this for ever. The barbarous Scythian,
    Or he that makes his generation messes
    125To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
    Be as well neighbored, pitied, and relieved
    As thou my sometime daughter.
    Kent
    Good my liege--
    Lear
    Peace, Kent!
    130Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
    I loved her most, and thought to set my rest
    On her kind nursery. [To Cordelia] Hence and avoid my sight--
    So be my grave my peace, as here I give
    Her father's heart from her. Call France. Who stirs?
    135Call Burgundy.
    [Exit an attendant.]
    Cornwall and Albany,
    With my two daughters' dowers digest the third.
    Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
    I do invest you jointly with my power,
    Preeminence, and all the large effects
    140That troop with majesty. Ourself by monthly course,
    With reservation of an hundred knights
    By you to be sustained, shall our abode
    Make with you by due turn; only we shall retain
    The name and all th'addition to a king. The sway,
    145Revenue, execution of the rest,
    Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,
    This coronet part between you.
    Kent
    Royal Lear,
    Whom I have ever honored as my king,
    150Loved as my father, as my master followed,
    As my great patron thought on in my prayers--
    Lear
    The bow is bent and drawn. Make from the shaft.
    Kent
    Let it fall rather, though the fork invade
    The region of my heart. Be Kent unmannerly
    155When Lear is mad. What wouldst thou do, old man?
    Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak
    When power to flattery bows? To plainness honor's bound
    When majesty falls to folly. Reserve thy state,
    160And in thy best consideration check
    This hideous rashness. Answer my life my judgment;
    Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least;
    Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds
    Reverb no hollowness.
    165Lear
    Kent, on thy life no more.
    Kent
    My life I never held but as pawn
    To wage against thine enemies, ne'er feared to lose it,
    Thy safety being motive.
    Lear
    Out of my sight!
    170Kent
    See better Lear, and let me still remain
    The true blank of thine eye.
    Lear
    Now by Apollo--
    Kent
    Now, by Apollo, King, thou swear'st thy gods in vain.
    175Lear
    [Threatening Kent] O vassal! Miscreant!
    Albany, [Cornwall or Cordelia]
    Dear sir, forbear!
    Kent
    Kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow
    Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift,
    Or whilst I can vent clamor from my throat
    180I'll tell thee thou dost evil.
    Lear
    Hear me, recreant, on thine allegiance hear me.
    That thou hast sought to make us break our vows,
    Which we durst never yet, and with strained pride
    To come betwixt our sentences and our power,
    185Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,
    Our potency made good, take thy reward.
    Five days we do allot thee for provision
    To shield thee from disasters of the world,
    And on the sixth to turn thy hated back
    190Upon our kingdom. If on the next day following
    Thy banished trunk be found in our dominions,
    The moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter,
    This shall not be revoked.
    Kent
    Fare thee well, King, sith thus thou wilt appear,
    195Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
    [To Cordelia] The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,
    That justly think'st, and hast most rightly said.
    [To Goneril and Regan] And your large speeches may your deeds approve,
    That good effects may spring from words of love.
    200Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu;
    He'll shape his old course in a country new.
    Exit.
    Flourish. Enter Gloucester with France and Burgundy [and] attendants.
    [Cornwall or Cordelia]
    Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord.
    205Lear
    My lord of Burgundy,
    We first address toward you, who with this king
    Hath rivaled for our daughter. What in the least
    Will you require in present dower with her,
    Or cease your quest of love?
    210Burgundy
    Most royal majesty,
    I crave no more than hath your highness offered,
    Nor will you tender less.
    Lear
    Right noble Burgundy,
    When she was dear to us we did hold her so,
    215But now her price is fallen. Sir, there she stands.
    If aught within that little-seeming substance,
    Or all of it with our displeasure pieced
    And nothing more, may fitly like your grace,
    She's there, and she is yours.
    220Burgundy
    I know no answer.
    Lear
    Will you with those infirmities she owes,
    Unfriended, new adopted to our hate,
    Dowered with our curse and strangered with our oath,
    Take her or leave her?
    225Burgundy
    Pardon me royal sir,
    Election makes not up in such conditions.
    Lear
    Then leave her sir, for by the power that made me
    I tell you all her wealth. [To France] For you, great king,
    I would not from your love make such a stray
    230To match you where I hate. Therefore, beseech you
    T'avert your liking a more worthier way
    Than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed
    Almost t'acknowledge hers.
    France
    This is most strange,
    235That she whom even but now was your object,
    The argument of your praise, balm of your age,
    The best, the dearest, should in this trice of time
    Commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle
    So many folds of favor. Sure her offence
    240Must be of such unnatural degree
    That monsters it, or your fore-vouched affection
    Fall into taint; which to believe of her
    Must be a faith that reason without miracle
    Should never plant in me.
    245Cordelia
    I yet beseech your majesty,
    If for I want that glib and oily art,
    To speak and purpose not--since what I will intend
    I'll do't before I speak--that you make known
    It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness,
    250No unchaste action or dishonored step
    That hath deprived me of your grace and favor,
    But even for want of that for which I am richer--
    A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
    That I am glad I have not, though not to have it
    255Hath lost me in your liking.
    Lear
    Better thou hadst
    Not been born than not t'have pleased me better.
    France
    Is it but this? A tardiness in nature
    Which often leaves the history unspoke
    260That it intends to do? My lord of Burgundy,
    What say you to the lady? Love's not love
    When it is mingled with regards that stands
    Aloof from th'entire point. Will you have her?
    She is herself a dowry.
    265Burgundy
    Royal King,
    Give but that portion which yourself proposed,
    And here I take Cordelia by the hand,
    Duchess of Burgundy.
    Lear
    Nothing. I have sworn. I am firm.
    270Burgundy
    [To Cordelia] I am sorry then you have so lost a father
    That you must lose a husband.
    Cordelia
    Peace be with Burgundy;
    Since that respect and fortunes are his love,
    I shall not be his wife.
    275France
    Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor,
    Most choice, forsaken, and most loved, despised,
    Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.
    Be it lawful I take up what's cast away.
    Gods, gods! 'Tis strange, that from their cold'st neglect
    280My love should kindle to inflamed respect.
    Thy dowerless daughter, King, thrown to my chance,
    Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France.
    Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy,
    Can buy this unprized precious maid of me.
    285Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind.
    Thou losest here a better where to find.
    Lear
    Thou hast her, France. Let her be thine, for we
    Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
    That face of hers again. Therefore be gone,
    290Without our grace, our love, our benison.
    Come, noble Burgundy.
    Flourish. Exeunt [Lear, Burgundy, and others].
    France
    Bid farewell to your sisters.
    Cordelia
    The jewels of our father, with washed eyes
    Cordelia leaves you. I know you what you are,
    295And like a sister am most loath to call
    Your faults as they are named. Love well our father.
    To your professèd bosoms I commit him;
    But yet, alas, stood I within his grace,
    I would prefer him to a better place.
    300So farewell to you both.
    Regan
    Prescribe not us our duty.
    Goneril
    Let your study
    Be to content your lord, who hath received you
    At fortune's alms. You have obedience scanted,
    305And well are worth the want that you have wanted.
    Cordelia
    Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides;
    Who covers faults at last with shame derides.
    Well may you prosper.
    France
    Come my fair Cordelia.
    Exeunt France and Cordelia.
    310Goneril
    Sister, it is not little I have to say of what most nearly appertains to us both. I think our father will hence tonight, next month with us.
    Regan
    That's most certain, and with you.
    Goneril
    You see how full of changes his age is. The 315observation we have made of it hath been little. He always loved our sister most, and with what poor judgment he hath now cast her off appears too grossly.
    Regan
    'Tis the infirmity of his age. Yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself.
    320Goneril
    The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash. Then must we look from his age to receive not alone the imperfections of long-engrafted condition, but therewithal the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with them.
    325Regan
    Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him as this of Kent's banishment.
    Goneril
    There is further compliment of leave-taking between France and him. Pray you let us sit together. If our father carry authority with such disposition as he bears, 330this last surrender of his will but offend us.
    Regan
    We shall further think of it.
    Goneril
    We must do something, and i'th'heat.
    Exeunt.
    About
    Contact us
    Content quality
    Site guide
    © Internet Shakespeare Editions
    Copyright details
    Privacy policy
    This site is supported by:
    University of Victoria
    Friends of the ISE
    SSHRC