| 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 | |