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Enter Kent, Glofler, and Edmund the Bastard.

Kent. Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.

Glo. It did always seem so to us : but now, in the divifion of the kingdom, it appears not which of the Dukes he values most; for qualities are so weigh’d, that curiofity + in neither can make choice of either's moiety. Vol. VI.



+ Curiosity, for exacteft forutiny.

Kent. Is not this


Lord ? Glo. His breeding, Sir, hath been at my charge. I have fo often blush'd to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd to't.

Kent. I cannot conceive you,

Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could ; whereupon the grew round-womb’d; and had indeed, Sir, a fon 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 a son, Sir, by order of law, some

year, elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account: though this k nave came somewhat faucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair ; there was good sport at his making, and the whorson must be acknowledged. Do you know this Nobleman, Ed. mund ? Edm. No,


Glo. My Lord of Kent ;mare
Remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.

Edm. My services to your Lordship.
Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you better.
Edm. Sir, I shall study your deserving.
Glo. He hath been out nine



he shall again.

[Trumpets found, within, The King is coming.

- SCENE II. Enter King Lear, Cornwall

, Albany, Gonorill, Regan, Cordelia, and Attendants. Lear. Attend the Lords of France and Burgundy,

Glo. I fhall, my Liege.

[Exit. Lear. Mean time we ihall express our darkerf purpose. Give me


map here : know, we have divided, In three, our kingdom ; and 'tis our first intent, To shake all cares and business from our age : Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburthen'd crawl tow’rd death. Our fon of Cornwall,

And + Darker, for more fecrct; not for indirett, oblique.

And you, our no less loving fòn of Albany,
We have this hour a constant will to publith
Our daughters sev'ral dow'rs, that future strife
May be prevented. The princes France and Burgundy,
Great rivals in our younger daughter's love,
Long in our court have made their am'rous fojourn,
And here are to be answer'd. Tell me, danghters,
(Since now we will divest us, both of rule,
İnt'rest of territory, and cares of state)
Which of you, shall we fay, doth love us most ?
That we our largest bounty may extend,
Where nature doth with merit challenge. Gonerill,'
Our eldeit born, speak firit

Gon. I love you, Sir,
Dearer than eye-right, 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 tof so much I love you.
Cor. What shall: Cordelia do ? love, and be filent.

Lear. Of all these bounds, ev'n from this line to this,
With shadowy forests and with champions rich’d,
With plenteous rivers, and wide-skirted meads,
We make thee lady. To thine and Albany's issue
Be this perpetual. What fays our second daughter,
Our dearest Regan, wife of Cornwall? fpeak.

Reg. I'm made of that self-metal as my filter,
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 fenfe poffeffes ;
And find I am alone felicitate
In your dear Highness' love.
Cor. Then poor
Cordelia !

[Afides. And yet not so, since I am sure my love's. More pond'rous than their tongue

Lear. To thee and thine, heriditary ever, Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom ;

No t is er beyond all expression.

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No less in space, validity t, and pleasure,
Than that conferr'don Gonerill. Now our joy,
Although our laft, not least ; in whose young love,
The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy,
Strive to be int’ress’d: what fay you, to draw
A third, more opulent than your lifters ? fpeak.

Cor. Nothing, my Lord.
Lear. Nothing?
Cor. Nothing
Lear. Nothing can come of nothing ; speak again.

Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth : I love your Majesty
According to my bond, no more nor less.

Lear. How, how, Cordelia? mend your speech a little, Left you may mar your

fortunes. Cor. Good


You have begot me,


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


fifters, To love


father all.
Lear. But goes thy heart with this?
Cor. Ay, my good Lord.
Lear. So young, and so untender ?
Cor. So young, my Lord, and true.

Lear. Let it be fo, thy truth then be thy dower :
For by the sacred radiance of the sun,
The myfteries 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 barb'rous Scythian,
Or he that makes his generation meffes,
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,

As of Validity, for wortb, value; not for integrity, or good title.

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