Kent. Now by Apollo, King,
Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.
Lear. O vassal! miscreant!
[Lays 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 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 between 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 banish'd 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. Since thus thou wilt appear,
Freedom lives hence, and
banishment is here.
[To Cordelia] The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,
That
justly think'st and hast most
rightly said!
[To Regan and Goneril] 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 country new.
Exit.
Flourish. Enter Gloucester, with France and Burgundy; Attendants.
Glou. 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 dower with her,
Or cease your quest of love?
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. I know no answer.
Lear. Will you, with those infirmities she owes,
Unfriended, new adopted to our hate,
Dow'r'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.
Lear. Then leave her, sir; for, by the pow'r that made me,
I tell you all her
wealth. [To France] For you, great King,
I would not from your love make such a stray
To match you where I hate;
thereforebeseech you
T' avert your
liking a more worthier way
Than on a
wretch whom nature is asham'd
Almost t'
acknowledge hers.
France. 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 favour. Sure her offence
Must be of such
unnatural degree
That monsters it, or your fore-vouch'd affection
Fall'n 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 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, 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-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
As I am glad I have not, though not to have it
Hath lost me in your
liking.
Lear. Better thou
Hadst not been born than not t' have pleas'd 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's not love
When it is mingled with regards that stands
Aloof from th' entire point. Will you have her?
She is herself a dowry.
Bur. Royal Lear,
Give but that
portion which yourself propos'd,
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.
Cor. 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 lov'd, despis'd!
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 inflam'd respect.
Thy dow'rless daughter, King, thrown to my chance,
Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France.
Not all the dukes in wat'rish Burgundy
Can buy this unpriz'd 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 we
Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
That face of hers again. Therefore be gone
Without our grace, our love, our benison.
Come, noble Burgundy.
Flourish. Exeunt Lear, Burgundy, [Cornwall, Albany,
Gloucester, and Attendants].
France. Bid
farewell to your sisters.
Cor. The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes
Cordelia leaves you. I know you what you are;
And, like a sister, am most loath to call
Your faults as they are nam'd. Use well our father.
To your professed 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.
Gon. Prescribe not us our duties.
Reg. Let your study
Be to content your lord, who hath receiv'd you
At fortune's alms. You have
obedience scanted,
And well are worth the want that you have wanted.
Cor. Time shall
unfold what plighted
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 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 lov'd 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.
Gon. The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash; then
must we look to receive from his age, not alone the
imperfections of long-ingraffed condition, but therewithal
the
unruly waywardnes that infirm and choleric years bring with
them.
Reg. Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him as this
of Kent's
banishment.
Gon. There is further
compliment of leave-taking between France and
him. Pray you let's hit together. If our father carry authority
with such dispositions as he bears, this last
surrender of his
will but
offend us.
Reg. We shall further think on't.
Gon. We must do something, and i' th' heat.
Exeunt.
Scene II.
The Earl of Gloucester's Castle.
Enter [Edmund the] Bastard solus, [with a letter].
Edm. Thou, Nature, art my
goddess; to thy law
My services are bound. Wherefore should I
Stand in the
plague of custom, and permit
The
curiosity of nations to
deprive me,
For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines
Lag of a brother? Why
bastard?
wherefore base?
When my dimensions are as well compact,
My mind as
generous, and my shape as true,
As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us
With base? with baseness?
bastardy? base, base?
Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take
More
composition and
fierce quality
Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,
Go to th' creating a whole tribe of fops
Got 'tween asleep and wake? Well then,
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land.
Our father's love is to the
bastard Edmund
As to th'
legitimate. Fine word-'
legitimate'!
Well, my
legitimate, if this letter speed,
And my
inventionthrive, Edmund the base
Shall top th'
legitimate. I grow; I prosper.
Now, gods, stand up for
bastards!
Enter Gloucester.
Glou. Kent banish'd thus? and France in choler parted?
And the King gone to-night? subscrib'd his pow'r?
Confin'd to
exhibition? All this done
Upon the gad? Edmund, how now? What news?
Edm. So please your
lordship, none.
[Puts up the letter.]
Glou. Why so
earnestly seek you to put up that letter?
Edm. I know no news, my lord.