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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?
Edm No, my lord.
Glo. My lord of Kent: remember him hereaf. ter 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 deserving.
and shall again :-The king is coming
[Trumpets sound within. Enter Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan,
Cordelia, and Attendants.
Glo. I shall, my liege. (Exe. Glo. and Edm.
purpose. Give me the map there.-Know, that we have di
vided, In three, our kingdom: and 'tis our fast intenta To shake all cares and business from our age; Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburden'd crawl toward death. Our son of Corn
wall, 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, 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 daugh
(1) More secret.
(2) Determined resolution.
(Since now we will divest us, both of rule,
[Aside. Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line
to this, With shadowy forests and with champainsi 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. Reg. I am made of that self metal as my sister,
I 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 felicitate3 In your dear highness' love.
Then poor Cordelia ! [ Aside.
Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever,
Than that confirm'd on Goneril.-Now, our joy,-
Cor. Nothing, my lord.
a little, Lest-it may mar your fortunes. Cor.
Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me: 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
Lear. But goes this with thy heart?
Ay, good my lord.
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, Propinquity2 and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me
(1) Perhaps. (2) Kindred.
Hold thee, from this,' for ever. The barbarous
Good my liege,
[To Cordelia. So be my grave my peace, as here l give Her father's heart from her !--Call France ;-Who
stirs ? Call Borgundy:-Cornwall, and Albany, With my two daughters' dowers digest this third : Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her. 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 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 addition, to a king;
Revenue, execution of the rest,
the shaft. Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade (1) From this time. (2) His children. (3) Titles. (4) All other subjects.
The region of my heart : be Kent unmannerly, When Lear is mad. What would'st thou do, old
man ? Think'st thou, that duty shall have dread to speak, When power to flattery bows? To plainness hon
our's bound, When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom; And, in thy best consideration, check This hideous rashness : answer my life my judg
ment, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low sound Reverbsl no hollowness. Lear.
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. Lear.
Out of my sight! Kent. See better, Lear; and let me still remain The true blank2 of thine eye.
Lear. Now, by Apollo,
Now, by Apollo, king,
O, vassal! miscreant!
(Laying his hand on his sword. Alb. Corn. Dear sir, forbear.
Kent. Do ;
Hear me, recreant!
pride, To come betwixt our sentence and our power (Which nor our nature nor our place can bear;)
(1) Reverberates. (2) The mark to shoot at.