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Enter KENT, GLOSTER, and EDMUND.
Glo. It did always seem so to us: but now, in the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most; for equalities are so weigh’d, that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety.
Kent. Is not this your son, my lord ?
Kent. I cannot conceive you.
Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper:
Glo. But I have, sir, a son by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account : though this knave came somewhat saucily 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 bim 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 deserving. Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again :—The king is coming.
[Trumpets sound within. Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GONERIL, RE
GAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants.
(Exeunt GLOSTER and EDMUND. Lear. Mean time we shall express our darker
A love that makes breath poor, and speech un
able: 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
rich'd, With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads, Wemake thee lady: To thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual.-What says our second daugh
ter, Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak.
Reg. I am made of that self metal as my sister,
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, and pleasure, Than that conferr'd on Goneril.-Now, our joy, Although the last, not least: to whose young love The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy, Strive to be interess'd: wbat can you say, to draw A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak. Cor. Nothing, my lord. Lear. Nothing? Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing: speak
again. Cor. Únhappy 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.
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, Thai lord, whose hand must take my plight, sball
Lear. But goes this with thy heart?
Ay, good my lord.
Good my liege,-
[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 this third : Let pride, wbich she calls plainness, marry her. I do invest you jointly with my power, Pre-eminence, and all the large effects That troop with inajesty.-Ourself, by monthly
With reservation of a hundred knights,
Giving the Crown.
Royal Lear, Whom I have ever honour'd as my king, Lov'd 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 froin
the shaft. Kent. Let it fall rather, thongh the fork invade 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
honour's bound, When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy
doom; And, in thy best consideration, check Tbis hideous rashness: answer my life my
judgment, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; Vor are those empty hearted, whose low sound Reverbs no hollowness. Lear.
Kent, on thy life, no more. Kent. My life I never beld but as a pawn To wage against thine enemies, nor fear to lose it, T'hy safety being the motive.
Out of my sight! Kent. See better, Lear, and let me stiliremain 7 he true blank of thine eye. Lear. Now, by Apollo,Kent.
Now, by Apollo, king, 'I hou swear'st thy gods in vain. Lear.
0, vassal! miscreant !
(Laying his Hand on his Sword. Alb. Corn. Dear sir, forbear. Kent. Do;