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I find she names my very deed of love ;
Then poor Cordelia ! And yet not so ; since, I am sure, my love's More ponderous than my tongue.
Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever, Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom; No less in space, validity, and pleasure, Than that conferr'd on Goneril.-Now, our joy, Although our last, not least ; to whose young
love The vines of France and milk of Burgundy Strive to be interess'd; what can you say, to
draw A third more opulent than your sisters ? Speak.
Cor. Nothing, my lord.
a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes. Cor.
Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me : I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you,
and most honour 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
Lear. But goes thy heart with this?
Ay, my good lord.
Good my liege, -
and avoid my sight ! So be my grave my peace, as here I give Her father's heart from her !--Call France.
Who stirs ?
my two daughters' dowers digest the third :
Let pride, which she calls Plainness, marry her.
Revènue, execution of the rest,
the shaft. Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade The region of my heart : be Kent unmannerly, When 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
honour's bound, When majesty falls to folly. Reserve thy state; And, in thy best consideration, check This' hdieous rashness : answer my life my judg.
ment, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low sounds Reverb no hollowness. Lear.
Kent, on thy life, no more ! Kent. My life I never held but as a pawn
To wage against thine enemies; ne'er fear to lose
it, Thy safety being motive. Lear.
Out of my sight! Kent. See better, Lear; and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye.
Lear. Now, by Apollo,-
Now, by Apollo, king,
O, vassal! miscreant !
[Laying his har on his sword. Alb., Corn. Dear sir, forbear.
Kent. Kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift ; Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat, I'll tell thee, thou dost evil. Lear. Hear me, recreant! On thine ailegiance,
hear me ! That thou hast sought to make us break our vows, (Which we durst never yet,) and, with strain'd
pride, To come betwixt our sentences and our power, (Which 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 Upon our kingdom: if, on the tenth day following, Thy banish'd
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
Freedom 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 ŘEGÁN and GONERIL.) And your large
speeches may your deeds approve, That good effects may spring from words of
love. Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu : He'll shape his old course in a country new.
Flourish. Re-enter GLOSTER; with FRANCE, BURGUNDY,
and Attendants. Glo. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble
lord. Lear. My lord of Burgundy, We first address toward you, who with this king Hath rivall’d for our daughter: what, in the least, Will you require in present dower with her, Or cease your quest of love ? Bur.
Most royal majesty, I crave no more than hath your highness offer'd, Nor will you tender less. Lear.
Right noble Burgundy, When she was dear to us, we did hold her so ; But 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. Bur.
I know no answer. Lear. Will you, with those infirmities she owes, Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate, Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our
oath, Take her, or leave her? Bur.
Pardon me, royal sir, Election makes not up in such conditions.