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the Tomb of Marina; whereat Pericles makes La-
mentation, puts on Sackcloth, and in a mighty Pas-
sion departs. Then Cleon and Dionyza retire.
Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show!
This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe;
And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, [show'r'd,
With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er-
Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs:
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit
The epitaph is for Marina writ

By wicked Dionyza.

[Reads the Inscription on Marina's Monument. The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here, Who wither'd in her spring of year.

She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,

On whom foul death hath made this slaughter;
Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,

Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the earth:
Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd.
Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd:
Wherefore she does (and swears she'll never stint),
Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
No visor does become black villany,

So well as soft and tender flattery.

Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
And bear his courses he ordered


By lady fortune; while our scenes display
His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day,
In her unholy service. Patience then,
And think you now are all in Mitylen.
SCENE V. Mitylene. A Street before the Brothel.
Enter, from the Brothel, two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone.

1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there! did you ever dream of such a thing!

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Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend. Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it.

Lys. How long have you been of this profession?
Mar. Ever since I can remember.

Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a gamester at five, or at seven ?

Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.

Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims you to be a creature of sale.

Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of such

2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you are of houses shall we go hear the vestals sing?

1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting for ever. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. A Room in the Brothel. Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her, she had ne'er come here.

Bawd. Fie, fie upon her; she is able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master-reasons, her prayers, her knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her.

Boult. Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our swearers priests.

honourable parts, and are the governor of this place. Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto you who I am?

Mar. Who is my principal?

Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard something of my power, and so stand aloof for more serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or else look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place. Come, come.

Mar. If you were born to honour, show it now;
If put upon you, make the judgment good
That thought you worthy of it.

Lys. How's this? how's this?-Some more ;-be sage.

Mar. For me,

Hath plac'd me here within this loathsome sty, That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me! Where, since I came, diseases have been sold Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, Dearer than physic,-O that the good gods by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysi-Though they did change me to the meanest bird machus, disguised.

Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers.

Enter Lysimachus.

Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities? Bowd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour! Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health. Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, wholesome iniquity? Have you that a man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon?

Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she wouldbut there never came her like in Mitylene. Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou wouldst


Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well enough.

Lys. Well; call forth, call forth.

Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose: and she were a rose indeed, if she had but

Lys. What, pr'ythee?

Boult. O, sir, I can be modest.

Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste,

That flies i'the purer air.

I did not think
Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, [couldst.
Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee:
Persever still in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee !

Mar. The gods preserve you!
For me, be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent; for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.--
Hold; here's more gold for thee.-

A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st from
It shall be for thy good.


[As Lysimachus is putting up his Purse,
Boult enters.
Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me.
Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your
But for this virgin that doth prop it up, [house,
Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away! [Exit.

Boult. How's this? We must take another course with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not

worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways.

Mar. Whither would you have me? Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it. Come your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say.

Re-enter Bawd.

Bawd. How now! what's the matter?

Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry:
That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place;
And to her father turn our thoughts again,
Where we left him, on the sea. We there him lost;
Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd
Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast
Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd
God Neptune's annual feast to keep from whence
Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,

Boult. Worse and worse, mistress; she has here His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense; spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus.

Bawd. O abominable!

Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods.

Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever! Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a snowball; saying his prayers too.

Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.

Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed.

Mar. Hark, hark, you gods!

Bawd. She conjures away with her. Would she had never come within my doors! Marry hang you! She's born to undo us. Will you not go the way of women-kind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays!


Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me.
Mar. Whither would you have me?

Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.
Mar. Pr'y thee tell me one thing first.
Boult. Come now, your one thing.

Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather, my mistress.

Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art,
Since they do better thee in their command.
Thou holdst a place, for which the pained'st fiend
Of hell would not in reputation change:
Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel
That hither comes inquiring for his tib:
To the choleric tisting of each rogue thy ear
Is liable; thy very food is such

As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

Boult. What would you have me do go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one.

Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty
Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth;
Serve by indenture to the common hangman;
Any of these ways are better yet than this:
For that which thon professest, a baboon,
Could he but speak, would own a name too dear.
O that the gods would safely from this place
Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee.
If that thy master would gain ought by me,
Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,
With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast;
And I will undertake all these to teach.

I doubt not but this populous city will

Yield many scholars.

Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, And prostitute me to the basest groom

That doth frequent your house.

Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee if

I can place thee, I will.

Mar. But, amongst honest women? Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistress have bought you, there's no going but by their cousent; therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways. [Exeunt.


Enter Gower.

Gow. Marina thus the brothel 'scapes, and chances
Into an honest house, our story says.
She sings like one immortal, and she dances
As goddess-like to her admired lays :

Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her neeld composes
Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry;
That even her art sisters the natural roses :

And to him in his barge with fervour hies.
In your supposing once more put your sight;
Of heavy Pericles think this the bark:
Where, what is done in action, more, if might,
Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and hark. Exit.


On board Pericles' Ship, off Mitylene. A close Pa-
vilion on Deck, with a Curtain before it; Pericles
within it, reclined on a Couch. A Barge lying
beside the Tyrian Vessel.

Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian Ves-
sel, the other to the Barge; to them Helicanus.
Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helieanas? he can re-
O here he is.
solve you.
[To the Sailor of Mitylene.

Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene.
And in it is Lysimachus the governor,
Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?
Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.
Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.
Enter two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call?
Hel. Gentlemen,


There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray
To greet them fairly.

[The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend,
and go on board the Barge.
Enter, from thence, Lysimachus and Lords; the
Tyrian Gentlemen, and the two Sailors.
Fyr. Sail. Sir,

This is the man that can, in aught you would,
Resolve you.

Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!
Hel. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am,
And die as I would do.

You wish me well.
Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs,
Seeing this goodly vessel ride hefore us,

I made to it, to know of whence you are.
Hel. First, sir, what is your place?

Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before.
Hel. Sir,

Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king;

A man, who for this three months hath not spoken
To any one, nor taken sustenance,

But to prorogue his grief.

Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature?
Hel. Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat;
But the main grief of all springs from the loss
Of a beloved daughter and a wife.
Lys. May we not see him, then?

You may indeed, sir,
But bootless is your sight; he will not speak

To any.


Yet let me obtain my wish.

Hel. Behold him, sir: [Pericles discovered] this
was a goodly person,.

Till the disaster, that, one mortal night,
Drove him to this.
Hail, royal sir!
Lys. Sir, king, all hail the gods preserve you!
Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you.
1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst
Would win some words of him.
'Tis well bethought.
She, questionless, with her sweet harmony
And other choice attractions, would allure,
And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,
Which now are midway stopp'd;
She, all as happy as of all the fairest,
Is, with her fellow maidens, now within
The leafy shelter that abuts against
The island's side.

[He whispers one of the attendant Lords.Exit Lord, in the Barge of Lysimachus. Hel. Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit

That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindness
We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you further,
That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

O, sir, a courtesy,
Which if we should deny, the most just God
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so inflict our province.-Yet once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause
Of your king's sorrow.

But see, I am prevented.

So indeed I did.

Mar. Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine, If both were open'd. Some such thing indeed I said, and said no more but what my thoughts Did warrant me was likely. Tell thy story;



If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part
Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I

Sit, sir, I will recount it; Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look

Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling
Extremity out of act. What were thy friends!

Enter, from the Barge, Lord, Marina, and a young How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind vir


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A gallant lady.

Lys. She's such, that were I well assur'd she came
Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish
No better choice, and think me rarely wed.
Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient:
If that thy prosperous artificial feat

Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish.

Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery,
Provided none but I and my companion
Be suffer'd to come near him.
Come, let us leave her,
And the gods make her prosperous! [Marina sings.
Mark'd be your music?
Mar. No, nor look'd on us.
See, she will speak to him.
Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear:-
Per. Hum! ha!


I am a maid,

My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks,
My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief
Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd.
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors

Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:
But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and awkward casualties
Bound me in servitude.-I will desist:
But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak.


Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parentageTo equal mine!-was it not thus what say you? Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my parenYou would not do me violence.


I do think so.


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Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;
As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,
And cas'd as richly in pace another Juno; [hungry,
Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them
The more she gives them speech. Where do you live?
Mar. Where I am but a stranger; from the deck
You may discern the place.
Where were you bred ?
And how achiev'd you these endowments, which
You make more rich to owe?


Should I tell my history, "Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting. Per. Pr'ythee speak

Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st
Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace,
For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee,
And make my senses credit thy relation.

To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st
Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends?
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back
(Which was when I perceiv'd thee), that thou cam'st
From good descending?

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Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave :-
How came you in these parts! where were you bred ?
Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave
Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn,
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
Brought me to Mitylene. But now, good sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? It

may be,

You think me an impostor; no, good faith;
I am the daughter to king Pericles,
If good king Pericles be."
Per. Ho, Helicanus!

Calls my gracious lord?
Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general: Tell me, if thou canst,
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
That thus hath made me weep?

I know not; but
Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,
Speaks nobly of her.

She would never tell
Her parentage; being demanded that,
She would sit still and weep.

Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir;
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me,
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,

And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither,
Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget;
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus,
And found at sea again! O Helicanus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud
As thunder threatens us: This is Marina.-
What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
Though doubts did ever sleep.


What is your title?

First, sir, I pray,

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now (As in the rest thou hast been godlike perfect), My drown'd queen's name, thou art the heir of kingAnd another life to Pericles thy father. [doms,

Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than
To say, my mother's name was Thaisa?
Thaisa was my mother, who did end,
The minute I began.

Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thou art my child.
Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus
(Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been,
By savage Cleou), she shall tell thee all;

When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowledge, She is thy very princess.-Who is this?

Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene, Who, hearing of your melancholy state, Did come to see you.


I embrace you, sir.

Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding.
O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what music!-
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him

O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,
How sure you are my daughter.-But what music!
Hel. My lord, I hear none.

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[The Curtain before the Pavilion of Per. is closed. So leave him all. Well, my companion-friends, If this but answer to my just belief,

I'll well remember yon.

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The Temple of Diana at Ephesus: Thaisa, standing near the Altar, as High-priestess; a number of Virgins on each side; Cerimon, and other Inhabtants of Ephesus attending.

Enter Pericles, with his Train; Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marina, and a Lady.

Per. Hail Dian! to perform thy just command,
I here confess myself the king of Tyre;
Who, frighted from my country, did wed
The fair Thaisa, at Pentapolis.

At sea in child bed died she, but brought forth
A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess,
Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tharsus
Was nurs'd with Cleon; whom at fourteen years
He sought to murder: but her better stars
Brought her to Mitylene; against whose shore
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
Made known herself my daughter.

Voice and favour!-
You are you are-O royal Pericles! [She faints.
Per. What means the woman? she dies! help, gen-
Cer. Noble sir,

If you have told Diana's altar true,
This is your wife.


Reverend appearer, no;

I threw her o'erboard with these very arms. Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you.



"Fis most certain. Cer. Look to the lady;-O, she's but o'erjoy'd. Early one blust'ring morn, this lady was

[Exeunt Lys. Hel. Mar, and attendant Lady. Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin, and

SCENE II. The same.

Pericles on the Deck asleep; Diana appearing to him as in a Vision.

Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus; hie thee thither, And do upon mine altar sacrifice.

There, when my maiden priests are met together,
Before the people all,

Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife:
To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call,
And give them repetition to the life.
Perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe:
Do't, and be happy, by my silver bow.

Awake, and tell thy dream. [Diana disappears.
Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,

I will obey thee !-Helicanus !

Enter Lysimachus, Helicanus, and Marina.

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Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike

The inhospitable Cleon; but I am

For other service first: toward Ephesus

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When we with tears parted Pentapolis,

The king, my father, gave you such a ring.

[Shows a Ring Per. This, this: no more, you gods! your present kindness

Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why. Makes my past miseries sport: You shall do well,

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I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer
My night oblations to thee. Thaisa,

This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,

This ornament that makes me look so dismal,
Will I, my lov'd Marina, clip to form;
And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,
To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.

Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, Sir, that my father's dead.

[queen, Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves Will in that kingdom spend our following days; Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.

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Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay,
To hear the rest untold.-Sir, lead the way. [Exeunt.
Enter Gower.

Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have heard
Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen
(Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen),
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
In Helicanus may you well desery

A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty:
In reverend Cerimon there well appears,
The worth that learned charity aye wears.
For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame

Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd name
Of Pericles, to rage the city turn;

That him and his they in his palace burn.
The gods for murder seemed so content
To punish them; although not done, but meant.
So, on your patience evermore attending,
Now joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.

King Lear.


Earl of Gloster.

Edgar, Son to Gloster.

Edmund, Bastard Son to Gloster.

Curan, a Courtier.

Old Man, Tenant to Gloster.


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SCENE I. A Room of State in King Lear's Palace. Enter Kent, Gloster, and Edmund.

Kent. I THOUGHT, the king had more affected the duke of Albany, than Cornwall.

Glo. 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 equalities are so weigh'd, that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's


Kent. Is not this your son, my lord? Glo. His breeding, sir, hath beeu at my charge: 1 have so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it.

Kent. I cannot conceive you. Glo. 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?

Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper..

Glo. But I have, sir, a son by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account: though this knave came somewhat saucily into the world 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 ?

Edm. No, my lord.

Glo. My lord of Kent: remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.

Edm. My services to your lordship. Kent. I must love yon, and sue to know you better. Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving. Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again :-The king is coming. [Trumpets sound within. Enter Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia, and Attendants.

Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloster.

Glo. I shall, my liege.

[Exeunt Glo. and Edm.

Lear. Mean time 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
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
To shake all cares and business from our age;

Unburden'd crawl toward death.-Our son of Corn-
And you, our no less loving son of Albany, [wall,
We have this hour a constant will to publish
May be prevented now.
Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife
The princes, Frauce and


Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn,
Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,
And here are to be answer'd.-Tell me, my daughters,
(Since now we will divest us, both of rule,
Which of you, shall we say, doth love us most;
Interest of territory, cares of state),
That we our largest bounty may extend
Where merit doth most challenge it.-Goneril,
Our eldest-born, speak first.

Sir, I

Gon. Do love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty; Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare; No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour : As much as child e'er lov'd, or father found, A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; Beyond all manner of so much I love you. Čor. What shall Cordelia do? Love, and be silent. [Aside.

Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,

With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd,
With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,
We make thee lady: To thine and Albany's issue.
Be this perpetual.-What says our second daughter,
Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak.

Reg. I am made of that self metal as my sister,
And 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 possesses ;

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