GLOUCESTER | |
But I have, sir, a son by order of law, some year | |
| | elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account: | 20 |
| | though this knave came something 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? | 25 |
KING 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; | |
| | Conferring them on younger strengths, while we | 40 |
| | Unburthen'd 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 | |
| | May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy, | 45 |
| | Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, | |
| | Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, | |
| | And here are to be answer'd. Tell me, my daughters,-- | |
| | Since now we will divest us both of rule, | |
| | Interest of territory, cares of state,-- | 50 |
| | 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. | |
GONERIL | |
Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; | 55 |
| | 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 loved, or father found; | |
| | A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; | 60 |
| | Beyond all manner of so much I love you. | |
LEAR | |
Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, | |
| | With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd, | 65 |
| | 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. | |
REGAN | |
Sir, I am made | 70 |
| | Of the self-same metal that my sister is, | |
| | 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, | 75 |
| | Which the most precious square of sense possesses; | |
| | And find I am alone felicitate | |
| | In your dear highness' love. | |
KING 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, | 85 |
| | Although the 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. | |
CORDELIA | |
Good my lord, | |
| | You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I | 100 |
| | Return those duties back as are right fit, | |
| | Obey you, love 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 carry | 105 |
| | Half my love with him, half my care and duty: | |
| | Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, | |
| | To love my father all. | |
KING LEAR | |
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; | 115 |
| | By all the operation of the orbs | |
| | From whom we do exist, and cease to be; | |
| | Here I disclaim all my paternal care, | |
| | Propinquity and property of blood, | |
| | And as a stranger to my heart and me | 120 |
| | Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous Scythian, | |
| | Or he that makes his generation messes | |
| | To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom | |
| | Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and relieved, | |
| | As thou my sometime daughter. | 125 |
KING LEAR | |
Peace, Kent! | |
| | Come not between the dragon and his wrath. | |
| | I loved her most, and thought to set my rest | |
| | On her kind nursery. Hence, and avoid my sight! | 130 |
| | So be my grave my peace, as here I give | |
| | Her father's heart from her! Call France; who stirs? | |
| | Call Burgundy. Cornwall and Albany, | |
| | With my two daughters' dowers digest this third: | |
| | Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her. | 135 |
| | I do invest you jointly with my power, | |
| | Pre-eminence, and all the large effects | |
| | That troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly course, | |
| | With reservation of an hundred knights, | |
| | By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode | 140 |
| | Make with you by due turns. Only we still retain | |
| | The name, and all the additions to a king; | |
| | The sway, revenue, execution of the rest, | |
| | Beloved sons, be yours: which to confirm, | |
| | This coronet part betwixt you. | 145 |
| | [Giving the crown] |
KENT | |
Let it fall rather, though the fork invade | |
| | The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly, | |
| | When Lear is mad. What wilt thou do, old man? | |
| | Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak, | |
| | When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound, | 155 |
| | When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom; | |
| | And, in thy best consideration, cheque | |
| | This hideous rashness: answer my life my judgment, | |
| | Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; | |
| | Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound | 160 |
| | Reverbs no hollowness. | |
KING LEAR | |
Hear me, recreant! | |
| | On thine allegiance, hear me! | |
| | Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow, | 180 |
| | Which we durst never yet, and with strain'd pride | |
| | To come between our sentence 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 | 185 |
| | To shield thee from diseases 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, | 190 |
| | This shall not be revoked. | |
KENT | |
Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, | |
| | 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! | 195 |
| | [To REGAN 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. | |
| | [Exit] |
| | [Flourish. Re-enter GLOUCESTER, with KING OF FRANCE, |
| | BURGUNDY, and Attendants] |
KING LEAR | |
Right noble Burgundy, | |
| | When she was dear to us, we did hold her so; | 210 |
| | But now her price is fall'n. 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. | 215 |
KING LEAR | |
Then leave her, sir; for, by the power that made me, | |
| | I tell you all her wealth. | |
| | [To KING OF FRANCE] |
| | For you, great king, | 225 |
| | I would not from your love make such a stray, | |
| | To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you | |
| | To avert your liking a more worthier way | |
| | Than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed | |
| | Almost to acknowledge hers. | 230 |
KING OF FRANCE | |
This is most strange, | |
| | That she, that even but now was your best object, | |
| | The argument of your praise, balm of your age, | |
| | Most best, most dearest, should in this trice of time | |
| | Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle | 235 |
| | So many folds of favour. Sure, her offence | |
| | Must be of such unnatural degree, | |
| | That monsters it, or your fore-vouch'd affection | |
| | Fall'n into taint: which to believe of her, | |
| | Must be a faith that reason without miracle | 240 |
| | Could never plant in me. | |
CORDELIA | |
I yet beseech your majesty,-- | |
| | If for I want that glib and oily art, | |
| | To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, | |
| | I'll do't before I speak,--that you make known | 245 |
| | It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, | |
| | No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, | |
| | That hath deprived me of your grace and favour; | |
| | But even for want of that for which I am richer, | |
| | A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue | 250 |
| | As I am glad I have not, though not to have it | |
| | Hath lost me in your liking. | |
KING OF FRANCE | |
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. | 275 |
| | Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect | |
| | My 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 | 280 |
| | Can buy this unprized precious maid of me. | |
| | Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind: | |
| | Thou losest here, a better where to find. | |
CORDELIA | |
The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes | 290 |
| | Cordelia leaves you: I know you what you are; | |
| | And like a sister am most loath to call | |
| | Your faults as they are named. Use well our father: | |
| | To your professed bosoms I commit him | |
| | But yet, alas, stood I within his grace, | 295 |
| | I would prefer him to a better place. | |
| | So, farewell to you both. | |
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