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Gon. I love you, Sir, Dearer than eye-fight, space and liberty; Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare; No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour: As much as child e'er lov'd, or father found. A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable, Beyond all manner of so much I love you. Cor. What shall Cordelia do? love and be filent.
Reg. I'm made of that self-metal as my fifter,
Cor. Nothing, my lord.
(1) And prize me at ber worth. In my true beart.] Mr. Bishop prescrib'd the pointing of this passage, as I have regulated it in the text. Regan would say, that in the truth of her heart and affection, the equals the worth of her lifter. Without this change in the pointing, she makes a boast of herself without any cause aflign'd.
Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
Lear. How, how, Cordelia? mend your speech a little, Left you may mar your fortunes.
Cor. Good my lord, You have begot me, brod me, lov'd me. I Return those duties back, as are right fit; Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my filters husbands, if they fay, They love you, all? hap’ly, 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 To love my father all.
Lear. But goes thy heart with this?
Lear. Let it be so, thy truth then be thy dower :
Kent. Good my Liege
Lear. Peace, Kent !
On her kind nurs’ry. Hence, avoid my fight!-
[Giving the Crown.
Lear. The bow is bent and drawn, make from the shaft..
Kent. Let it fall rather, though the foik invade The region of my heart; be Kent unmannerly, When Lear is mad: what would'st thou do, old man ? Think'it thou, that duty shall have dread to speak, When pow'r to flatt'ry bows ? to plainness Honour Is bound, when Majeity to folly falls. Reserve thy State; with better judgment check This hideous rashness; with my life I answer, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee leait; Nor are those empty-hearted, whole low sound Reverbs no hollowness.
Lear. Kent, on thy life no more.
Kent. My life I never held but as a pawn To wage against thy foes; nor fear to lose it, Thy safety being the motive.
Lear. Out of my fight!
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 !
[Laying his hand on his sword. Alb. Corn. Dear Sir, forbear.
Kent. Kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow
Lear. Hear me, recreant!
Kent. Fare thee well, King; fith thus thou wilt appear,
all adieu, He'll Thape his old course in a country new. [Exit. Enter Glo'ster, with France and Burgundy, and
Attendants. Glo. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord. (2)
(2) Cor. Here's France, and Burgundy, my noble lord.] The generality of the editions, ancient and modern, stupidly place this verse to Cordelia. But I have, upon the authority of the old 4to, restor'd it to the right owner, Glober; who was, but a little before, sent by the King to conduct France and Burgundy to him. 4
Lear. My lord of Burgundy,
Bur. Most royal Majesty,
Lear. Right noble Burgundy,
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 her, or leave her?
Bur. Pardon, royal Sir ; Election makes not up on such conditions. [me,
Lear. Then leave her, Sir; for by the pow'r that made I tell you all her wealth. -For you, great King,
France. This is most ftrange!
Fal'n (3) As monstrous is, ] This bald reading is a modern sophistication: the eldest and best copies read;