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Kent. See better, Lear, and let me still remain
The true blank' of thine eye.
Lear. Now, by Apollo,-


Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.

Now, by Apollo, king,

O vassal! miscreant!

[Laying his hand on his sword.

Alb. Corn. Dear sir, forbear.
Kent. Do;

Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow
Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift,
Or, whilst I can vent clamor from my throat,
I'll tell thee, thou dost evil.


Hear me, recreant!
On thine allegiance, hear me !-

Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow,
(Which we durst never yet,) and, with strained 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 diseases of the world;

And, on the sixth, to turn thy hated back

Upon our kingdom. If, on the tenth day following,

Thy banished trunk be found in our dominions,

The moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter,
This shall not be revoked.

Kent. Fare thee well, king; since thus thou wilt


Freedom' lives hence, and banishment is here. The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, [TO CORDELIA. That justly think'st, and hast most rightly said!— And your large speeches may your deeds approve, [To REGAN and GONERIL.

1 The blank is the mark at which men shoot. 2 "They to whom I have surrendered my authority, yielding me the ability to dispense it in this instance." Quarto B. reads "make good." 3 Thus the quartos. The folio reads "disasters." By diseases are meant uneasinesses, inconveniences.

4 The quartos read "Friendship;" and in the next line, instead of "dear shelter," "protection."

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, and Attendants.

Glo. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord. Lear. My lord of Burgundy,

We first address towards you, who with this king Hath rivalled for our daughter. What, in the least, Will you require in present dower with her,

Or cease your quest of love?1


Most royal majesty, I crave no more than hath your highness offered,

Nor will you tender less.

Right noble Burgundy,
When she was dear to us, we did hold her so;
But now her price is fallen. Sir, there she stands ;
If aught within that little, seeming 2 substance,
Or all of it, with our displeasure pieced,

And nothing more, may fitly like your grace,
She's there, and she is yours.


Lear. Sir,

I know no answer.

Will you, with those infirmities she owes,3

Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,

Dowered with our curse, and strangered with our oath, Take her, or leave her?



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,


1 A quest is a seeking or pursuit: the expedition in which a knight was engaged is often so named in the Faerie Queen.

Seeming here means specious.

3 i. e. owns.

4 That is, I cannot decide to take her upon such terms; or, such conditions leave me no choice.

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 ashamed
Almost to acknowledge hers.

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 many folds of favor! Sure, her offence
Must be of such unnatural degree,

That monsters it,' or your fore-vouched affection
Fall into taint; 2 which to believe of her,

Must be a faith, that reason without miracle
Could never plant in me.



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 dishonored step,
That hath deprived me of your grace and favor;
But even for want of that, for which I am richer;
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue

That I am glad I have not, though not to have it,
Hath lost me in your liking.


Better thou

Hadst not been born, than not to have pleased 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 lady? Love is not love,

1 In the phraseology of Shakspeare's age, that and as were convertible words. The uncommon verb to monster occurs again in Coriolanus.

2 The former affection which you professed for her must become the subject of reproach. Taint is here an abbreviation of attaint.

3 i. e. "if cause I want," &c.

4 The quartos read, "no unclean action."

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When it is mingled with respects,1 that stand
Aloof from the entire point. Will you have her?
She is herself a dowry.


Royal Lear,

Give but that portion which yourself proposed,
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 have so lost a father,
That you must lose a husband.


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 loved, despised!
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 inflamed respect.-

Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance,
Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France;
Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy

Shall buy this unprized 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


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. Exeunt LEAR, BURGUndy, Cornwall, ALBANY, GLOSTER, and Attendants.

France. Bid farewell to your sisters.

Cor. The jewels of our father, with washed eyes Cordelia leaves you; I know you what

you are;

1 i. e. with cautious and prudential considerations.-The folio has regards.

2 Here and where have the power of nouns.

And, like a sister, am most loath to call

Your faults, as they are named. Use well our father; To your professed1 bosoms I commit him.

But yet, alas! stood I within his grace,

I would prefer him to a better place.
So farewell to you both.

Let your study

Gon. Prescribe not us our duties. Reg. Be, to content your lord; who hath received you At fortune's alms. You have obedience scanted, And well are worth the want that you have wanted.2 Cor. Time shall unfold what plaited 3 cunning hides; Who cover faults, at last shame them derides. Well may you prosper!

France. Come, my 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. Reg. 'Tis the infirmity of his age; yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself.

1 We have here professed for professing. It has been elsewhere observed that Shakspeare often uses one participle for another.

2 Thus the folio. The quartos read:

"And well are worth the worth that you have wanted."

The meaning of the passage, as it now stands in the text, is, " You well deserve to want that dower, which you have lost by having failed in your obedience.

3 That is, complicated, intricate, involved, cunning. 4 The quartos read:

"Who covers faults, at last shame them derides."

The folio has:

"Who covers faults, at last with shame derides." Mason proposed to read:

"Who covert faults, at last with shame derides." The word who referring to Time.

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