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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 ho
nour's bound, When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom; And, in thy best consideration, check This hideous rashness: answer my life my judgment, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low sound Reverbs ? 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 blank 3 of thine
eye. Lear. Now, by Apollo, Kent.
Now, by Apollo, king, Thou swear'st thy gods in vain. Lear.
O, vassal, miscreant!
[Laying his Hand on his Sword. Alb. Corn. Dear sir, forbear.
Hear me, recreant!
3 The mark to shoot at.
To shield thee from diseases of the world :
[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. (Exit.
Re-enter GLOSTER; with FRANCE, BURGUNDY,
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,
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,
tender less. Lear.
Right noble Burgundy,
I know no answer.
Lear. Sir, Will you,
with those infirmities she owes", Unfriended, 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 power
that made me, I tell you all her wealth. For you, great king,
[T. 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 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 So niany folds of favour ! Sure, her offence Must be of such unnatural degree, That monsters it, or your fore-vouch'd affection Fall into taint: which to believe of her, Must be a faith, that reason without miracle Could never plant in me. Cor.
I yet beseech your majesty, If fors I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not ; since what I well in
tend, I'll do't before I speak,) that
make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour : But even for want of that, for which I am richer ;
4 Owns, is possessed of.
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
have her? She is herself a dowry. Bur.
Lear. Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm.
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 : Not all the dukes of wat'rish Burgundy Shall buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me. Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind : Thou losest here, a better where to find.
Lear. Thou hast her, France : let her be thine ;
Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
gone, Without our grace, our love, our benizon. Come, noble Burgundy. [Flourish. Exeunt LEAR, BURGUNDY, CORN
WALL, ALBANY, GLOSTER, and Attendants. France. Bid farewell to your sisters.
Cor. The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves
you are ; And, like a sister, am most loath to call Your faults, as they are nam’d. Use well our
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
have wanted. Cor. Time 'shall unfold what plaited cunning
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
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.