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Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow
Hear me, recreant!
pride, To come betwixt our sentence and our power (Wbich nor our nature nor our place can bear); Our potency made good, take thy reward. Five days we do allot thee, for provision To shield thee from diseases of the world; And, on the sixth, to turn thy hated back Upon our kingdom: if, on ihe tenth day fol
lowing, Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions, The moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter, This shall not be revok'd. Kent. Fare thee well, king: since thus thou
wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,
[To CORDELJA. Thatjustly 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 word of
love. Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu : He'll shape his old course in a country new.
[Erit. Re-enter GLOSTER; with FRANCE, BURGUNDY, and
[lord. We first address towards you, who with this king Hath rivall’d for our daughter; What, in the
Most royal majesty,
Right noble Burgundy, When she was dear to us, we did hold her so; But now her price is fall'n: Sir, there she stands; If aught within that little, seeming substance, Or all of it, with our displeasure piec'd, And nothing more, may fitly like your grace, She's there, and she is yours. Bur.
I kuow 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,
[ To FRANCE I would not from your love make such a stray, To match you where I hate; therefore beseech
This is most strange! That sbe, thateven but now was your best object, The argument of your praise, balm of your age, ost best, most dearest, should in this trice of
time Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle So many 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 for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well
intend, I'll do't before I speak), that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That bath depriv'd me of your grace and favour:
But even for want of that, for which I am richer;
Better thou Hadst not been born, than not to have pleas'd
me better. France. Is it but this ? a tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do?-My lord of Burgundy, What say you to the ladys Love is not love, When it is mingled with respects, that stand Aloof from the entire point. Will you have her ? She is herself a dowry. Bur.
Royal Lear, Give but that portion which yourself propos’d, And here I take Cordelia by the hand, Duchess of Burgundy.
Lear. Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm. Bur. I am sorry then, you bave 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.
(being poor! France. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, 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;
for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again:-Therefore be gone, Without our grace, our love, our benizon.Come, noble Burgundy. [Flourish. Ereunt LEAR, BUR. CORN. ALB.
Glo, and Attendants.
France. Bid farewell to your sisters.
Cor. The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes
Gon. Prescribe not us our duties.
Let your study
Come, my fair Cordelia.
[Ereunt FRANCE and CORDELIA. Gon. Sister, it is not a little I have to say, of what inost 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 bath ever but slenderly known himself.
Gon. The best and soundest of bis time bath been but rash; then must we look to receive from his age, not alone the imperfections of long-engrafted condition, but therewithal, the upruly waywardness that infirm and cholerick years bring with them.
Reg. Such unconstant starts are we like to bave from him, as this of Kent's banisbment.
Gon. There is further compliment of leave. taking between France and him. Pray you, let us hit togetber: If our father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his will but offend us.
Reg. We shall further think of it.
[Ereunt. scene il. A Hall in the Earl of Gloster's Castle.
Enter EDMUND, with a Letter. Edm. Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law My services are bound; Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon
shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, Aš bonest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness ? bastardy? base, base? Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take More composition and fierce quality, Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed, Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops, Got 'tween asleep and wake?-Well then, Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land: Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund, As to the legitimate : Fine word,-legitimate! Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed, And my invention thrive, Edmund the base Shall top the legitimate. I grow; I prosper :Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Kent banish'd thus! And France in cbo.
ler parted! And the king gone to-night! subscrib'd his
power! Confin'd to exhibition ! All this done Upon the gad !--Edmund ! How now? what
news? Edm. So please your lordship, none.
[Putting up the Letter. Glo. Why so earnestly seek you to put up that
letter? Edm. I know no news, my lord.