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Hold thee, from this,' for ever. The barbarous
Good my liege,
[To Cordelia. So be my grave my peace, as here I give Her father's heart from her!-Call France ;-Who
stirs ? Call Burgundy:-Cornwall, and Albany, With my two daughters' dowers digest this third : Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her. I do invest you jointly with my power, Pre-eminence, and all the large effects That troop with majesty.–Ourself, by monthly
Lear. The bow is bent and drawn, make from
the shaft. Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade (1) From this time. (2) His children. (3) Titles. (4) All other subjects.
The region of my heart : be Kent unmannerly,
Think’st thou, that duty shall have dread to speak,
Kent, on thy life, no more.
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 ;
Hear me, recreant!
(1) Reverberates. (2) The mark to shoot at
Our potency make good, take thy reward.
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 Goneril. That good effects may spring from words of love.Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu ; He'll shape his old coursel in a country new. (Er. Re-enter Gloster; with France, Burgundy, and
Attendants. 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 ?2 Bur.
Most royal majesty, I crave no more than bath your highness offerd, Nor will you tender less. Lear.
Right noble Burgundy
(1) Follow his old mode of life.
And nothing more, may fitly like your grace,
I know no answer.
Pardon me, royal sir; Election makes not up? on such conditions.
Lear. Then leave her, sir; for by the power that
I tell you all her wealth.For you, great king,
This is most strange!
I yet beseech our majesty
(1) Owns, is possessed of. (2) Concludes not.
It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness,
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, thou 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 dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, Is queen
of us, of ours, and our fair France : Not all the dukes of wat'rish Burgundy
(1) · Who seeks for aught in love but love alone."