Strive to be interess'd; what 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. Unhappy 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.

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? Haply, 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,

To love my father all.

Lear. But goes this with thy heart?

Cor.

Ay, good my lord.

Lear. So young, and so untender?

Cor. So young, my lord, and true.

Lear. Let it be so, - Thy truth then be thy dower:

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,

4 Strive to be interess'd;] To interest and to interesse, are not, perhaps, different spellings of the same verb, but are two distinct words though of the same import; the one being derived from the Latin, the other from the French interesser.

† "will come"- MALONE.

Propinquity and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me

Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous Scy

thian,

Or he that makes his generation 5 messes

To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom

Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,

As thou my sometime daughter.

Kent.

Lear. Peace, Kent!

Good my liege,

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

[TO CORDELIA.

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, which she calls plainness, marry her.

I do invest you jointly with my power,

Pre-eminence, and all the large effects

That troop with majesty. - Ourself, by monthly course,

With reservation of an hundred knights,

By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode

Make with you by due turns. Only we still retain

The name, and all the additions to a king; 6

The sway,

Revenue, execution of the rest, 7

Beloved sons, be yours: which to confirm,

This coronet part between you. [Giving the Crown.

Kent.

Royal Lear,

Whom I have ever honour'd as my king,

5

6

7

generation-] i. e. his children.

all the additions to a king;] All the titles belonging to a king. execution of the rest, All the other business.

)

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 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 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

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 8 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 of thine eye. 9

Lear. Now, by Apollo,

Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.

Kent.

Now, by Apollo, king,

O, vassal! miscreant !

[Laying his Hand on his Sword.

Lear.

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

Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow

* Reverbs - This is, perhaps, a word of the poet's own making, meaning the same as reverberates.

• The true blank of thine eye.] The blank is the white or exact mark at which the arrow is shot. See better, says Kent, and keep me always in your view.

Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift;
Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat,

I'll tell thee, thou dost evil.

Lear.

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 strain'd pride,
To come betwixt our sentence and our power ;
(Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,)
Our potency made good1, 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 banish'd trunk be found in our dominions,
The moment is thy death: Away! by Jupiter, 2
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 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.

1 (Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,)

[Exit.

Our potency made good,] i. e. They to whom I have yielded my power and authority, yielding me the ability to dispense it in this instance, take thy reward.

2

-By Jupiter,] Shakspeare makes his Lear too much a myRe-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 rivall'd for our daughter; What, in the least,

Will you require in present dower with her,

Or cease your quest of love? 4

Bur.

Most royal majesty,

I crave no more than hath your highness offer'd,
Nor will you tender less.

Lear.

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.

Lear. Sir,

I know no answer.

Will you, with those infirmities she owes, 6

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.7

4

Lear. Then leave her, sir; for, by the power that made me,

-quest of love?] Quest of love is amorous expedition. The term originated from Romance. A quest was the expedition in which a knight was engaged.

5

- seeming-] is beautiful, or rather, specious.