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The
Tragedy
of
King
Lear.
Lest
you
may
marr
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?
Happily
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
like
my
Sisters.
Lear.
But
goes
thy
heart
with
this?
Cor.
I
my
good
Lord.
Lear.
So
young,
and
so
untender?
Cor.
So
young,
my
Lord,
and
true?
Lear.
Let
it
be
so,
the
truth
then
be
thy
dowre:
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,
Propinquity
and
property
of
blood,
And
as
a
stranger
to
my
heart
and
me,
Hold
thee
from
this
for
ever.
The
Barbarous
Scythian,
Or
he
that
makes
his
Generation
Messes
To
gorge
his
appetite,
shall
to
my
bosom
Be
as
well
neighbour’d,
pitied,
and
reliev’d,
As
thou
my
sometime
Daughter.
Kent.
Good
my
Liege.
Lear.
Peace,
Kent;
Come
not
between
the
Dragon
and
his
wrath,
I
lov’d
her
most,
and
thought
to
set
my
rest
On
her
kind
nursery.
Hence,
and
avoid
my
sight;
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
Dowres,
digest
the
third,
Let
pride,
which
she
calls
plainness,
marry
her:
I
do
invest
you
joyntly
with
my
power,
Preheminence,
and
all
the
large
effects
That
troop
with
Majesty.
Our
self
by
monthly
course
With
reservation
of
an
hundred
Knights,
By
you
to
be
sustain’d,
shall
our
abode
Make
with
you
by
due
turn,
only
we
shall
retain
The
name,
and
all
th’addition
to
a
King:
the
Sway,
Revenue,
Execution
of
the
rest,
Beloved
Sons
be
yours,
which
to
confirm,
This
Coronet
part
between
you.
Kent.
Royal
Lear,
Whom
I
have
ever
honour’d
as
a
King,
Lov’d
as
my
Father,
as
my
Master
follow’d,
As
my
Patron,
thought
on
in
my
Prayers.
Lear.
The
bow
is
bent
and
drawn,
make
from
the
shaft.
Kent.
Let
it
fall
rather,
though
the
fork
invade
The
region
of
my
heart,
be
Kent
unmannerly,
When
Lear
is
mad,
what
wouldst
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
falls
to
folly,
reserve
thy
state,
And
thy
best
consideration,
check
This
hideous
rashness,
answer
my
life,
my
judgment:
Thy
youngest
Daughter
do’s
not
love
thee
least,
Nor
are
those
empty
hearted,
whose
low
sounds
Reverb
no
hollowness.
Lear.
Kent,
on
my
life
no
more.
Kent.
My
life
I
never
held
but
as
a
pawn
To
wage
against
thine
enemies,
ne’er
fear
to
lose
it,
Thy
safety
being
motive.
Lear.
Out
of
my
sight.
Kent.
See
better,
Lear,
and
let
me
still
remain
The
true
blank
of
thine
eye.
Lear.
Now
by
Apollo.
Kent.
Now
by
Apollo,
King,
Thou
swear'st
thy
gods
in
vain.
Lear.
O
Vassal!
Miscreant.
Alb.
Corn.
Dear
Sir.
forbear.
Kent.
Kill
thy
Physician,
and
thy
Fee
bestow
Upon
the
soul
disease,
revoke
the
gift,
Or
whil’st
I
can
vent
clamour
from
my
throat,
I’ll
tell
thee
thou
do’st
evil.
Lear.
Hear
me
Recreant,
on
thine
allegiance
hear
me;
That
thou
hast
sought
to
make
us
break
our
vows,
Which
we
durst
never
yet;
and
with
strain'd
pride,
To
come
betwixt
our
sentence
and
our
power.
Which,
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
disasters
of
the
world,
And
on
the
sixth
to
turn
thy
hated
back
Upon
our
Kingdom;
if
the
tenth
day
following,
Thy
banisht
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,
sith
thus
thou
wilt
appear
Freedom
lives
hence,
and
banishment
is
here;
The
gods
to
their
dear
shelter
take
thee,
Maid
That
justly
thinks,
and
hast
most
rightly
said:
And
your
large
speeches
may
your
deeds
approve,
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
Countrey
new.
[Exit.
Enter
Gloster,
with
France
and
Burgundy
Attendants.
Cor.
Here’s
France
and
Burgundy,
my
Noble
Lord.
Lear.
My
Lord
of
Burgundy,
We
first
address
toward
you,
who,
with
this
King,
Hath
rivall’d
for
our
Daughter;
what
in
the
least
Will
you
require
in
present
Dowre
with
her,
Or
cease
your
Quest
of
Love?
Bur.
Most
Royal
Majesty,
I
crave
no
more
than
what
your
Highness
offer’d,
Nor
will
you
tender
less.
Lear.
Right
Noble
Burgundy,
When
she
was
dear
to
us
we
held
her
so,
But
now
her
price
is
fall’n:
Sir,
there
she
stands,
If
ought
within
that
little
seeming
substance,
Or
all
of
it
with
our
displeasure
piec’d,
And
nothing
more
may
sitly
like
your
Grace,
She’s
there,
and
she
is
yours.
Bur.
I
know
no
answer.
Lear.
Will
you
with
those
infirmities
she
owes,
Unfriended,
new
adopted
to
our
hate,
Dowr’d
with
our
curse,
and
stranger’d
with
our
oath,
Take
leave,
or
leave
her.
Bur.
Pardon
me,
Royal
Sir,
Election
makes
not
up
in
such
conditions.
Lear.
Then
leave
her,
Sir,
for
by
the
power
that
made
me,
I
tell
you
all
her
wealth.
For
you,
great
King,
I
would
not
from
your
love
make
such
a
stray,
To
match
you
where
I
hate,
therefore
beseech
you
T’avert
your
liking
a
more
worthier
way,
Than
on
a
wretch
whom
nature
is
asham’d
Almost
t’acknowledge
hers.
Fra.
This
is
most
strange,
That
she,
who
even
but
now,
was
your
best
object,
The
argument
of
your
praise,
balm
of
your
age,
The
best,
the
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-voucht
affection
Fall
into
Taint;
which
to
believe
of
her
Must
be
a
faith,
that
reason
without
miracle
Should
never
plant
in
me.
Cor.
I
yet
beseech
your
Majesty,
If
for
I
want
that
glib
and
oylie
Art,
To
speak
and
purpose
not,
since
what
I
will
intend,
I’ll
do’t
before
I
speak,
that
you
make
known
It
is
no
vicious
blot,
murther,
or
foulness,
No
unchaste
action,
or
dishonoured
step,
That
hath
depriv’d
me
of
your
Grace
and
Favour,
But
even
for
want
of
that,
for
which
I
am
richer,
A
still