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Beyond all manner of so much I love

you. Cor. 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 1 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.

Re. I am ade 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 ; And find, I am alone felicitate In your dear highness' love. Cor.

Then poor Cordelia ! [aside.
And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love 's
More richer than my tongue.

Lear. To thee and thine, hereditary ever,
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom;
No less in space, validity,3 and pleasure,
Than that confirm'd on Goneril.—Now, our joy,
Although the last, not least; to whose young

love The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy

1 Open plains.
3 Value.


Strive to be interess’d; 1—what can you say, to

A third more opulent than your sisters ? Speak.

Cor. Nothing, my lord.
Lear. Nothing?
Cor. Nothing.
Lear. Nothing will come of nothing; speak

Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty
According to my bond; nor more, nor less.
Lear. How, how, Cordelia ? mend your speech a

little, Lest it 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 honor you. Why have


sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall

carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty. Sure, I shall never marry


my sisters, To love my father all.

Lear. But goes this with thy heart ?

Ay, good my lord Lear. So young, and so untender?

i United.

Cor. So young, my lord, and true.

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 :
By all the operations 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
Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous

Or he that makes his generation 1 messes
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbor'd, pitied, and relieved,
As thou my sometime daughter.

Good my liege, -
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

[to Cordelia. 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 the third :
Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
I do invest you jointly with my power,

1 His children.

Pre-eminence, and all the large effects
That troop with majesty: ourself, by monthly

With reservation of a hundred knights,
By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode
Make with you by due turns : only we still retain
The name, and all the additions 1 to a king ;

The sway,

Revenue, execution of the rest,
Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,
This coronet part between you. [giving the crown.

Royal Lear,
Whom I have ever honor'd as my king,
Loved as my father, as my master follow'd,
As my great patron thought on in my prayers ;
Lear. The bow is bent and drawn; make from

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 honor 's

bound, When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom ; And, in thy best consideration, check This hideous rashness: answer my life my judg


I Titles.

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least;
Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low sound
Reverbs 1 no hollowness.

Kent, on thy life, no more.
Kent. My life I never held but as a pawn
To wage against thine enemies; nor fear to lose it,
Thy safety being the motive.

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,
Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.

O, vassal! miscreant !

[laying his hand on his sword. Alb. Corn. Dear sir, forbear.

Kent. Do;
Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow
Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift;
Or, whilst I can vent clamor from my throat,
I'll tell thee thou dost evil.

Hear me, recreant !
On thine allegiance, hear me!
Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow,
(Which we durst never yet) and, with strain'd

pride, To come betwixt our sentence and our power ;

! For reverberates.

2 The blank is the white or exact mark at which the arrow is shot.

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