We make thee lady. To thine and Albany's iffue And prize me at her worth, in my true heart. Only she comes too fhort: that I profess And yet not fo, fince I am fure my love's [Afide. Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever, Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom; No lefs in fpace, validity, and pleasure, Than that conferr'd on Gonerill.-Now our joy, Altho' our laft, not leaft; to whofe young love, The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy, Strive to be int'refs'd! what say you, to draw A third, more opulent than your fifters? speak. Cord. Nothing, my lord. Lear. Nothing? Cord. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can come of nothing; fpeak again. Cord. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty Lear. How, how, Cordelia? mend your fpeech a little; Left you may mar your fortunes. Gord. Good my lord, You gave me being, bred me, lov'd me. I carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty: To love my father all. Lear. But goes thy heart with this? Cord. Ay, my good lord. Lear. So young, and fo untender? Cord. So young, my lord, and true. Lear. Let it be fo; thy truth then be thy dower, For by the facred radiance of the fun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night, From whom we do exist, and cease to be: Pro Propinquity, and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Kent. Good my liege- Lear. Peace, Kent, Come not between the dragon and his wrath. [To Cord. So be my grave my peace, as here I give That troop with majesty. Ourself by monthly course, By you to be fuftain'd, fhall our abode Beloved fons, 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, Lov'd as my father, as my master follow'd, Kent. Let it fall rather, tho' the fork invade The region of my heart; be Kent unmannerly, When Lear is mad: with better judgment check This hideous rafhnefs; with my life I answer, Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least. 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 fafety being the motive. Lear. Out of my fight! Kent. See better, Lear. [Laying his hand on his sword. Alb. Cornw. Dear Sir, forbear. Kent. Kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow Upon thy rank disease; revoke thy doom, Or, whilft I can vent clamour from my throat, I'll tell thee thou doft evil. Lear. Hear me, recreant! VOL. III. Since thou haft fought to make us break our vow, Five days we do allot thee for provision, To fhield thee from difafters of the world; Kent. Why, fare thee well, king, fince thou art refolv'd. The gods protect thee, excellent Cordelia, Enter Glocefter, with France and Burgundy, and attendants. Gloc. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord. Who with this king haft rivall'd for our daughter; Un |