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To come betwixt our sentence and our power;
[To Cordelia. That justly think’st, and hast most rightly said ! And your large speeches may your deeds approve,
[To Regan and Goneril. 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.
Re-enter Glo'ster; with France, Burgundy, and
Attendants. Glo. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble
lord. Lear. My lord of Burgundy, We first address towards 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?
Most royal majesty, I crave no more than hath your highness offer’d, Nor will
tender less. Lear.
Right noble Burgundy,
I know no answer.
with those infirmities she owes, Uộfriended, 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 on such conditions. Lear. Then leave her, sir; for, by the
that made me, I tell you all her wealth.–For you, great king,
[To France. 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 asham'd Almost to acknowledge hers. France.
This is most strange! That she, that e'en 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
I yet beseech your majesty,
Better thou Hadst not been born, than not to have pleas'd me
Lear. Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm.
Bur. I am sorry then, you have so lost a father, That
you must lose a husband. Cor.
Peace be with Burgundy! Since that respects of fortune are his love, , I shall not be his wife. France. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich,
being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov’d, despis’d! 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 My love should kindle to inflam'd respect.-Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, Is queen
of us, of ours, and our fair France:
Lear. Thou hast her, France : let her be thine;
Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
Albany, Glo'ster, and Attendants.
Cor. The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you: I know you what you are; And, like a sister, am most loath to call
Your faults, as they are nam’d. Use well our father:
your professed bosoms I commit him:
Let your study Be, to content your lord; who hath receiv'd you At fortune's alms. You have obedience scanted, And well are worth the want that you have wanted. Cor. Time shall unfold what plaited cunning
Come, my fair Cordelia.
[Exeunt France and Cordelia. Gon. Sister, it is not a little I have to say, of what most nearly appertains to us both. I think, our father will hence to-night.
Reg. That's most certain, and with you; next month with us.
Gon. You see how full of changes his age is; the observation we have made of it hath not been little: he always loved our sister most; and with what poor judgment he hath now cast her off, appears too grossly.
Reg. 'Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself.
Gon. The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash; then must we look to receive from his age, not alone the imperfections of long-engrafted condition, but, therewithal, the unruly wayward