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Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
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!
[To Cordelia. So be my grave my peace, as here I give Her father's heart from her!--Call France;-Who.
Revenue, execution of the rest,
Lear. The bow is bent and drawn, make from the
shaft. Kent. Let it fall rather, though tine 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 5 Reverbs 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!
Lear. Now, by Apollo,-
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
Hear me, recreant!
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 Gonerill. 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,
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? Bur.
Most royal majesty, I crave no more than hath your highness offer'd, Nor will
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. Sir, Will you, with those infirmities she owes®, Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate, Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our
Pardon me, royal sir ;
I tell you all her wealth.-For you, great king,
[To France. I would not from your love make such a stray, To match you where I hate; therefore beseech
This is most strange!
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 dishonour'd 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 That I am glad I have not, though, not to have it, Hath lost me in your liking.