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. | |
GLOUCESTER | It did always seem so to us: but now, in the | |
| division of the kingdom, it appears not which of | 5 |
| the dukes he values most; for equalities are so | |
| weighed, that curiosity in neither can make choice | |
| of either's moiety. | |
KENT | Is not this your son, my lord? | |
GLOUCESTER | His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge: I have | 10 |
| so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am | |
| brazed to it. | |
KENT | I cannot conceive you. | |
GLOUCESTER | Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon | |
| she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, a son | 15 |
| for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed. | |
| Do you smell a fault? | |
KENT | I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it | |
| being so proper. | |
GLOUCESTER | But I have, sir, a son by order of law, some year | 20 |
| 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 acknowledged. Do you know this | 25 |
| noble gentleman, Edmund? | |
EDMUND | No, my lord. | |
GLOUCESTER | My lord of Kent: remember him hereafter as my | |
| honourable friend. | |
EDMUND | My services to your lordship. | 30 |
KENT | I must love you, and sue to know you better. | |
EDMUND | Sir, I shall study deserving. | |
GLOUCESTER | 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. | |
KING LEAR | Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester. | 35 |
GLOUCESTER | I shall, my liege. | |
| Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EDMUND. | |
KING LEAR | Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. | |
| Give me the map there. Know that we have divided | |
| In three our kingdom: and 'tis our fast intent | |
| To shake all cares and business from our age; | 40 |
| Conferring them on younger strengths, while we | |
| Unburthen'd crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall, | |
| 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 | 45 |
| 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, | 50 |
| 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. | 55 |
GONERIL | Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; | |
| Dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty; | |
| Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare; | |
| No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour; | |
| As much as child e'er loved, or father found; | 60 |
| A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; | |
| Beyond all manner of so much I love you. | |
CORDELIA | Aside | |
| Love, and be silent. | |
LEAR | Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, | |
| With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd, | 65 |
| 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. | |
REGAN | Sir, I am made | 70 |
| Of the self-same metal that my sister is, | |
|
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, | 75 |
| Which the most precious square of sense possesses; | |
| And find I am alone felicitate | |
| In your dear highness' love. | |
CORDELIA | Aside | |
| And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's | |
| More richer than my tongue. | 80 |
KING 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 the last, not least; to whose young love | 85 |
| 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. | |
CORDELIA | Nothing, my lord. | |
KING LEAR | Nothing! | 90 |
CORDELIA | Nothing. | |
KING LEAR | Nothing will come of nothing: speak again. | |
CORDELIA | Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave | |
| My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty | |
| According to my bond; nor more nor less. | 95 |
KING LEAR | How, how, Cordelia! mend your speech a little, | |
| Lest it may mar your fortunes. | |
CORDELIA | Good my lord, | |
| You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I | |
| Return those duties back as are right fit, | 100 |
| Obey you, love you, and most honour you. | |
| Why have my sisters husbands, if they say | |
| They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, | |
| That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry | |
| Half my love with him, half my care and duty: | 105 |
| Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, | |
| To love my father all. | |
KING LEAR | But goes thy heart with this? | |
CORDELIA | Ay, good my lord. | |
KING LEAR | So young, and so untender? | 110 |
CORDELIA | So young, my lord, and true. | |
KING LEAR | Let it be so; thy truth, then, be thy dower: | |
| For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, | |
| The mysteries of Hecate, and the night; | |
| By all the operation of the orbs | 115 |
| From whom we do exist, and cease to be; | |
| Here I disclaim all my paternal care, | |
| Propinquity and property of blood, | |
| And as a stranger to my heart and me | |
| Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous Scythian, | 120 |
| Or he that makes his generation messes | |
|
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom | |
| Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and relieved, | |
| As thou my sometime daughter. | |
KENT | Good my liege,-- | 125 |
KING LEAR | Peace, Kent! | |
| Come not between the dragon and his wrath. | |
| I loved her most, and thought to set my rest | |
| On her kind nursery. Hence, and avoid my sight! | |
| So be my grave my peace, as here I give | 130 |
| 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, | 135 |
| Pre-eminence, and all the large effects | |
| That troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly course, | |
| With reservation of an hundred knights, | |
| By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode | |
| Make with you by due turns. Only we still retain | 140 |
| The name, and all the additions to a king; | |
| The sway, revenue, execution of the rest, | |
| Beloved sons, be yours: which to confirm, | |
| This coronet part betwixt you. | |
| Giving the crown | |
KENT | Royal Lear, | 145 |
| Whom I have ever honour'd as my king, | |
| Loved as my father, as my master follow'd, | |
| As my great patron thought on in my prayers,-- | |
KING LEAR | The bow is bent and drawn, make from the shaft. | |
KENT | Let it fall rather, though the fork invade | 150 |
| The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly, | |
| When Lear is mad. What wilt 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; | 155 |
| And, in thy best consideration, cheque | |
| This hideous rashness: answer my life my judgment, | |
| Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; | |
| Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound | |
| Reverbs no hollowness. | 160 |
KING LEAR | Kent, on thy life, no more. | |
KENT | My life I never held but as a pawn | |
| To wage against thy enemies; nor fear to lose it, | |
| Thy safety being the motive. | |
KING LEAR | Out of my sight! | 165 |
KENT | See better, Lear; and let me still remain | |
| The true blank of thine eye. | |
KING LEAR | Now, by Apollo,-- | |
KENT | Now, by Apollo, king, | |
| Thou swear'st thy gods in vain. | 170 |
KING LEAR | O, vassal! miscreant! | |
| Laying his hand on his sword | |
ALBANY, CORNWALL | Dear sir, forbear. | |
KENT | Do: | |
| Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow | |
| Upon thy foul disease. Revoke thy doom; | |
| Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat, | 175 |
| I'll tell thee thou dost evil. | |
KING LEAR | Hear me, recreant! | |
| On thine allegiance, hear me! | |
| Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow, | |
| Which we durst never yet, and with strain'd pride | 180 |
| To come between our sentence and our power, | |
| Which nor our nature nor our place can bear, | |
| Our potency made good, take thy reward. | |
| Five days we do allot thee, for provision | |
| To shield thee from diseases of the world; | 185 |
| And on the sixth to turn thy hated back | |
| Upon our kingdom: if, on the tenth day following, | |
| Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions, | |
| The moment is thy death. Away! by Jupiter, | |
| This shall not be revoked. | 190 |
KENT | Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, | |
| Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here. | |
| To CORDELIA. | |
| The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, | |
| That justly think'st, and hast most rightly said! | |
| To REGAN and GONERIL. | |
| And your large speeches may your deeds approve, | 195 |
| 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 | |
| Flourish. Re-enter GLOUCESTER, with KING OF FRANCE, BURGUNDY, and Attendants. | |
GLOUCESTER | Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord. | |
KING LEAR | My lord of Burgundy. | 200 |
| 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? | |
BURGUNDY | Most royal majesty, | 205 |
| I crave no more than what your highness offer'd, | |
| Nor will you tender less. | |
KING 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: | 210 |
| If aught within that little seeming substance, | |
| Or all of it, with our displeasure pieced, | |
| And nothing more, may fitly like your grace, | |
| She's there, and she is yours. | |
BURGUNDY | I know no answer. | 215 |
KING LEAR | Will you, with those infirmities she owes, | |
| Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate, | |
| Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath, | |
| Take her, or leave her? | |
BURGUNDY | Pardon me, royal sir; | 220 |
| Election makes not up on such conditions. | |
KING LEAR | Then leave her, sir; for, by the power that made me, | |
| I tell you all her wealth. | |
| To KING OF FRANCE. | |
| For you, great king, | |
| I would not from your love make such a stray, | 225 |
| To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you | |
| To avert your liking a more worthier way | |
| Than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed | |
| Almost to acknowledge hers. | |
KING OF FRANCE | This is most strange, | 230 |
| That she, that even but now was your best object, | |
| The argument of your praise, balm of your age, | |
| Most best, most dearest, should in this trice of time | |
| Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle | |
| So many folds of favour. Sure, her offence | 235 |
| Must be of such unnatural degree, | |
| That monsters it, or your fore-vouch'd affection | |
| Fall'n into taint: which to believe of her, | |
| Must be a faith that reason without miracle | |
| Could never plant in me. | 240 |
CORDELIA | 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, | 245 |
| No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, | |
| That hath deprived 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 | |
| As I am glad I have not, though not to have it | 250 |
| Hath lost me in your liking. | |
KING LEAR | Better thou | |
| Hadst not been born than not to have pleased me better. | |
KING OF FRANCE | Is it but this,--a tardiness in nature | |
| Which often leaves the history unspoke | 255 |
| That it intends to do? My lord of Burgundy, | |
| What say you to the lady? Love's not love | |
| When it is mingled with regards that stand | |
| Aloof from the entire point. Will you have her? | |
| She is herself a dowry. | 260 |
BURGUNDY | Royal Lear, | |
| Give but that portion which yourself proposed, | |
| And here I take Cordelia by the hand, | |
| Duchess of Burgundy. | |
KING LEAR | Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm. | 265 |
BURGUNDY | I am sorry, then, you have so lost a father | |
| That you must lose a husband. | |
CORDELIA | Peace be with Burgundy! | |
| Since that respects of fortune are his love, | |
| I shall not be his wife. | 270 |
KING OF FRANCE | Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; | |
| Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! | |
| 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 | 275 |
| My love should kindle to inflamed respect. | |
| Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, | |
| Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: | |
| Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy | |
| Can buy this unprized precious maid of me. | 280 |
| Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind: | |
| Thou losest here, a better where to find. | |
KING LEAR | Thou hast her, France: let her be thine; for we | |
| Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see | |
| That face of hers again. Therefore be gone | 285 |
| Without our grace, our love, our benison. | |
| Come, noble Burgundy. | |
| Flourish. Exeunt all but KING OF FRANCE, GONERIL, REGAN, and CORDELIA. | |
KING OF FRANCE | Bid farewell to your sisters. | |
CORDELIA | The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes | |
| Cordelia leaves you: I know you what you are; | 290 |
| And like a sister am most loath to call | |
| Your faults as they are named. Use well our father: | |
| To your professed bosoms I commit him | |
| But yet, alas, stood I within his grace, | |
| I would prefer him to a better place. | 295 |
| So, farewell to you both. | |
REGAN | Prescribe not us our duties. | |
GONERIL | Let your study | |
| Be to content your lord, who hath received you | |
| At fortune's alms. You have obedience scanted, | 300 |
| And well are worth the want that you have wanted. | |
CORDELIA | Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: | |
| Who cover faults, at last shame them derides. | |
| Well may you prosper! | |
KING OF FRANCE | Come, my fair Cordelia. | 305 |
| Exeunt KING OF FRANCE and CORDELIA. | |
GONERIL | Sister, it is not a little I have to say of what | |
| most nearly appertains to us both. I think our | |
| father will hence to-night. | |
REGAN | That's most certain, and with you; next month with us. | |
GONERIL | You see how full of changes his age is; the | 310 |
| observation we have made of it hath not been | |
| little: he always loved our sister 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 | 315 |
| but slenderly known himself. | |
GONERIL | The best and soundest of his time hath been but | |
| rash; then must we look to receive from his age, | |
| not alone the imperfections of long-engraffed | |
| condition, but therewithal the unruly waywardness | 320 |
| that infirm and choleric years bring with them. | |
REGAN | Such unconstant starts are we like to have from | |
| him as this of Kent's banishment. | |
GONERIL | There is further compliment of leavetaking | |
| between France and him. Pray you, let's hit | 325 |
| together: if our father carry authority with | |
| such dispositions as he bears, this last | |
| surrender of his will but offend us. | |
REGAN | We shall further think on't. | |
GONERIL | We must do something, and i' the heat. | 330 |
| Exeunt | |