« ZurückWeiter »
Lovd as my father, as my master follow'd,
Lear. Kent, on thy life no more!
Kent. My life I never held but as a pawn
Lear. Out of my sight!
Kent. Now by Apollo, king,
[Laying his hand on his sword. Alb. Cornw. Dear Sir, forbear.
Kent. Kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow
Lear. Hear me, recreant !
Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow,
attendants. Gloc. Here's France and Burgundy,my noble lord.
Lear. Right noble Burgundy, Who with this king haft rivall’d for our daughter ; When she was dear to us, we held her so ; But now her price is falln: Sir, there the stands; Will you, with those infirmities she owes,
Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,
Burg. Pardon, 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.--For you, great kir.
[to France. I would not from your love make fuch a stray, To match you where I hate.
France. This is most strange.
Cord. 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, fcandal, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour: But ev'n for want of that, for which I'm richer, A still soliciting eye, and such a tongue, That I am glad I've not; though, not to have it, Hath loft me in your liking.
Lear. Better thou Hadst not been born, than not have pleas'd me better.
France. Is it but this ? a tardiness in nature,
chance, Is queen
and our fair France.
[Flourish. Exeunt Lear and Burgundy. France. Bid farewell to your fifters.
Cord. Ye jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes' Cordelia leaves you: I know what you are, And, like a sister, am moft loth to call Your faults, as they are nam'd. Love well our
father. To your prófessing bosóms I commit him So farewell to you both.
Regan. Prefcribe not us our duty.
Gon. Let your study Be to content your lord, who hath receiv'd you At fortune's alms.
Cord. Time shall unfold what plaited cunning
hides. Well may you prosper! France. Come, my fair Cordelia.
[Exeunt France and Cord. Gon. Şister, it is not little I've to say, Of what most nearly appertains to us both; I think, our father will go hence to-night.
Regan. That's certain, and with you; next month
Gon. You see how full of changes his age is : the observation I have made of it hath not been little; he always loved our fifter most, and with what poor judgment he hath now cast her off, appears too grossly.
Regan. 'Tis the infirmity of his age; yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself.
Gon. The best and foundest of his time hath been but rash; then must we look, from his age, to receive not alone the imperfections of long-ingrafted condition, but therewithal the unruly waywardness, that infirm and cholerick years bring with them.
Regan. Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him, as this of Kent's banishment. Gon. There is further compliment of leave-taking