I. i. 80 Which the moft precious fquare of sense professes, And finde I am alone felicitate In your deere Highnesse loue. Cor. Then poore Cordelia, And yet not fo, fince I am fure my loue's Lear. To thee, and thine hereditarie euer, Then that conferr'd on Gonerill. Now our loy, Lear. Nothing will come of nothing, fpeake againe. Cor. Vnhappie that I am, I cannot heaue My heart into my mouth: I loue your Maiefty According to my bond, no more nor leffe. Lear. How, how Cordelia? Mend your fpeech a little, Cor. Good my Lord, You haue begot me, bred me, lou'd me. I returne thofe duties backe as are right fit, 100 Obey you, Loue you, and most Honour you. 110 Why haue my Sifters Husbands, if they say That Lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Halfe my loue with him, halfe my Care, and Dutie, Sure I fhall neuer marry like my Sisters. Lear. But goes thy heart with this? Cor. I my good Lord. Lear. So young, and fo vntender? Cor. So young my Lord, and true. Lear. Let it be fo, thy truth then be thy dowre: For by the facred radience of the Sunne, The miseries of Heccat and the night: By all the operation of the Orbes, From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Heere I difclaime all my Paternall care, [284a I. i. 120 130 140 And as a ftranger to my heart and me Hould thee from this for euer, the barbarous Scythyan, Meffes to gorge his appetite Shall bee as well neighbour'd, pittyed and relieued As thou my fometime daughter. Kent. Good my Liege. (his wrath, Lear. Peace Kent, come not between the Dragon & I lou'd her most, and thought to fet my rest On her kind nurcery, hence and auoide my fight? So be my graue my peace as here I giue, Her fathers heart from her, call France, who stirres? With my two daughters dower digeft this third, I doe inueft you iointly in my powre, That troope with Maieftie, our felfe by monthly course By you to be sustayn'd, shall our abode Make with you by due turnes, onely we ftill retaine The name and all the additions to a King, The fway, reuenue, execution of the rest, Beloued fonnes be yours, which to confirme, Kent. Royall Lear, Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King, Loued as my Father, as my maister followed, As my great patron thought on in my prayers. Lear. The bow is bet & drawen make from the shaft, Kent. Let it fall rather, Though the forke inuade the region of my heart, Be Kent vnmannerly when Lear is man, What wilt thou doe ould man, think'st thou that dutie 150 Shall haue dread to speake, when power to flatterie bowes, To plainnes honours bound when Maiefty stoops to folly, Reuerfe thy doome, and in thy beft confideration Checke this hideous rafhnes, anfwere my life My iudgement, thy yongest daughter does not loue thee leaft, Reuerbs no hollownes. [7 I. i. 120 130 140 150 And as a stranger to my heart and me, To gorge his appetite, fhall to my bofome Be as well neighbour'd, pittied, and releeu'd, Kent. Good my Liege. Lear. Peace Kent, Come not betweene the Dragon and his wrath, I lou'd her moft, and thought to fet my reft On her kind nurfery. Hence and avoid my fight: Her Fathers heart from her; call France, who stirres? With my two Daughters Dowres, digeft the third, I doe inueft you ioyntly with my power, Preheminence, and all the large effects That troope with Maiefty. Our felfe by Monthly course, By you to be fuftain'd, fhall our abode Make with you by due turne, onely we fhall retaine Beloued Sonnes be yours, which to confirme, This Coronet part betweene you. Kent. Royall Lear, Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King, Lou'd as my Father, as my Master follow'd, As my great Patron thought on in my praiers. Le. The bow is bent & drawne, make from the fhaft. Kent. Let it fall rather, though the forke inuade The region of my heart, be Kent vnmannerly, When power to flattery bowes? To plainneffe honour's bound, When Maiefty falls to folly, referue thy state, And in thy beft confideration checke This hideous rafhneffe, anfwere my life, my iudgement: [284b Thy yongeft Daughter do's not loue thee leaft, Nor are thofe empty hearted, whofe low founds I. i. 160 Lear. Kent on thy life no more. Kent. My life I neuer held but as a pawne To wage against thy enemies, nor feare to lose it Lear. Out of my fight. Kent. See better Lear and let me ftill remaine, Lear. Now by Appollo, Kent. Now by Appollo King thou fweareft thy Gods (in vaine. 170 Kent. Doe, kill thy Phyficion, And the fee bestow vpon the foule disease, Lear. Heare me, on thy allegeance heare me? And on the fift to turne thy hated backe Vpon our kingdome, if on the tenth day following, 180 Thy banifht truncke be found in our dominions, The moment is thy death, away, by Iupiter This fhall not be reuokt. (appeare, Kent. Why fare thee well king, since thus thou wilt The Gods to their protection take the maide, 190 Heele fhape his old courfe in a countrie new. Enter France and Burgundie with Gloster. Gloft. Heers France and Burgundie my noble Lord. [8 160 170 Kent. My life I neuer held but as pawne To wage against thine enemies, nere feare to loose it, Lear. Out of my fight. Kent. See better Lear, and let me ftill remaine Kear. Now by Apollo, Lent. Now by Apollo, King Kent. Kill thy Phyfition, and thy fee beftow Vpon the foule disease, reuoke thy guift, Or whil'ft I can vent clamour from my throate, Ile tell thee thou doft euill. Lea. Heare me recreant, on thine allegeance heare me; That thou haft fought to make vs breake our vowes, Which we durft neuer yet; and with strain'd pride, To come betwixt our fentences, and our power, Which, nor our nature, nor our place can beare; Our potencie made good, take thy reward. Fiue dayes we do allot thee for prouifion, To shield thee from difafters of the world, And on the fixt to turne thy hated backe Vpon our kingdome; if on the tenth day following, 180 Thy banifht trunke be found in our Dominions, The moment is thy death, away. By Iupiter, This fhall not be reuok'd, Kent. Fare thee well King, fith thus thou wilt appeare, The Gods to their deere shelter take thee Maid, 190 Hee'l fhape his old course, in a Country new. Exit. Flourish. Enter Gloster with France, and Burgundy, Attendants. Cor. Heere's France and Burgundy, my Noble Lord. Lear. My Lord of Burgundie, We firft addreffe toward you, who with this King |