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THE TRAGEDY OF

KING LEAR

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THE TRAGEDY OF

KING LEAR

ACT I

SCENE I. KING LEAR'S Palace.

Enter KENT, GLOUCESTER, and EDMUND.

KENT. I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.

GLOU. It did always seem so to us: but now, in the

division of the Kingdom, it appears not which of the Dukes he values most; for equalities are so weigh'd, that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety.

KENT. Is not this your son, my Lord?

GLOU. His breeding, Sir, hath been at my charge: I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd to 't.

KENT. I cannot conceive you.

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GLOU. Sir, this young fellow's mother could; whereupon

she grew round-womb'd, and had, indeed, Sir, a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault?

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KENT. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper. GLOU. But I have a son, Sir, by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account: though this knave came something saucily into the World before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair, there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledg'd. Do you know this noble

gentleman, Edmund ? EDм. No, my Lord.

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GLOU. My Lord of Kent: remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.

EDM. My services to your Lordship.

KENT. I must love you, and sue to know you better. 30
EDM. Sir, I shall study deserving.

GLOU. He hath been out' nine years, and away he shall
again. The King is coming.

Sennet. Enter KING LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY,
GONERIL, REGAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants.

LEAR. Attend the Lords of France and Burgundy,
Gloucester.

GLOU. I shall, my Liege.

[Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EDMUND. LEAR. Meantime we shall express our darker2 purpose.

Know that we have divided

Give me the map there.
In three our Kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent
To shake all cares and business from our age,
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
Unburthen'd crawl toward death. Our Son of Corn-
wall,

And you, our no less loving Son of Albany,

We have this hour a constant will to publish

Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife

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May be prevented now. The Princes, France and
Burgundy,

Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,

Long in our Court have made their amorous sojourn, And here are to be answer'd. Tell me, my Daughters (Since now we will divest us both of rule,

Interest of territory, cares of State)

Which of you shall we say doth love us most?
That we our largest bounty may extend

Where nature doth with merit challenge. Goneril,
Our eldest-born, speak first.

GON. Sir,

I love you more than words can wield the matter;
Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty;

Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare;

No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour;

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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.

CORD. [aside.] What shall Cordelia speak? Love, and

be silent!

LEAR. Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,
With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd,
With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,
We make thee lady: to thine and Albany's issue
Be this perpetual. What says our second daughter,
Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak.
REG. Sir,

I am made of that self metal as my sister,

And prize me at her worth. In my true heart

I find she names my very deed of love;

Only she comes too short, that I profess
Myself an enemy to all other joys,

Which the most precious square of sense possesses;
And find I am alone felicitate

In your

dear Highness' love. CORD. [aside.]

Then poor Cordelia!

And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's
More ponderous than my tongue.

LEAR. To thee and thine hereditary ever

Remain this ample third of our fair Kingdom;
No less in space, validity, and pleasure,
Than that conferr'd on Goneril. Now, our Joy,
Although our last, not least; to whose young love
The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
Strive to be interess'd; what can you say, to draw
A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.
CORD. Nothing, my Lord.

LEAR. Nothing!

CORD. Nothing.

LEAR. Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.
CORD. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave

My heart into my mouth: I love your Majesty
According to my bond; nor more nor less.
LEAR. How, how, Cordelia! mend your speech a little,
Lest it may mar your fortunes.

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