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ACT I.
Enter Bastard solus.Bast.
Thou Nature art my Goddess, to thy Law
My Services are bound, why am I then
Depriv'd of a Son's Right because I came not
In the dull Road that custom has prescrib'd?
Why Bastard, wherefore Base, when I can boast
A Mind as gen'rous and a Shape as true
As honest Madam's Issue? why are we
Held Base, who in the lusty stealth of Nature
Take fiercer Qualities than what compound
The scanted Births of the stale Marriage-bed?
Well then, legitimate Edgar, to thy right
Of Law I will oppose a Bastard's Cunning.
Our Father's Love is to the Bastard Edmund
As to Legitimate Edgar: with success
I've practis'd yet on both their easie Natures:
Here comes the old Man chaf't with th' Information
Which last I forg'd against my Brother Edgar,
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And heightned by such lucky Accidents,
That now the slightest circumstance confirms him,
And Base-born Edmund spight of Law inherits.
Enter Kent and Gloster.
Glost.
Nay, good my Lord, your Charity
O'reshoots it self to plead in his behalf;
You are your self a Father, and may feel
The sting of disobedience from a Son
First-born and best Belov'd: Oh Villain Edgar!
Kent.
Be not too rash, all may be forgery,
And time yet clear the Duty of your Son.
Glost.
Plead with the Seas, and reason down the Winds,
Yet shalt thou ne're convince me, I have seen
His foul Designs through all a Father's fondness:
But be this Light and Thou my Witnesses
That I discard him here from my Possessions,
Divorce him from my Heart, my Blood and Name.
Bast.
It works as I cou'd wish; I'll shew my self.
Glost.
Ha Edmund! welcome Boy; O Kent see here
Inverted Nature, Gloster's Shame and Glory,
This By-born, the wild sally of my Youth,
Pursues me with all filial Offices,
Whilst Edgar, begg'd of Heaven and born in Honour,
Draws plagues on my white head that urge me still
To curse in Age the pleasure of my Youth.
Nay weep not, Edmund, for thy Brother's crimes;
O gen'rous Boy, thou shar'st but half his blood,
Yet lov'st beyond the kindness of a Brother.
But I'll reward thy Vertue. Follow me.
My Lord, you wait the King who comes resolv'd
To quit the Toils of Empire, and divide
His Realms amongst his Daughters, Heaven succeed it,
But much I fear the Change.
Kent.
I grieve to see him
With such wild starts of passion hourly seiz'd,
As renders Majesty beneath it self.
Glost.
Alas! 'tis the Infirmity of his Age,
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Chol'rick and suddain; hark, They approach.
[Exeunt Gloster and Bast.
Flourish. Enter Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Burgundy, Edgar, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia, Edgar speaking to Cordelia at Entrance.
Edgar.
Cordelia, royal Fair, turn yet once more,
And e're successfull Burgundy receive
The treasure of thy Beauties from the King,
E're happy Burgundy for ever fold Thee,
Cast back one pitying Look on wretched Edgar.
Cord.
Alas what wou'd the wretched Edgar with
The more Unfortunate Cordelia;
Who in obedience to a Father's will
Flys from her Edgar's Arms to Burgundy's?
Lear.
Attend my Lords of Albany and Cornwall
With Princely Burgundy.
Alb.
We do, my Liege.
Lear.
Give me the Mapp—know, Lords, We have divided
In Three our Kingdom, having now resolved
To disengage from Our long Toil of State,
Conferring All upon your younger years;
You, Burgundy, Cornwall and Albany
Long in Our Court have made your amorous sojourn
And now are to be answer'd—tell me my Daughters
Which of you Loves Us most, that We may place
Our largest Bounty with the largest Merit.
Gonerill, Our Eldest-born, speak first.
Gon.
Sir, I do love You more than words can utter,
Beyond what can be valu'd, Rich or Rare,
Nor Liberty, nor Sight, Health, Fame, or Beauty
Are half so dear, my Life for you were vile,
As much as Child can love the best of Fathers.
Lear.
Of all these Bounds, ev'n from this Line to this
With shady Forests and wide-skirted Meads,
We make Thee Lady, to thine and Albany's Issue
Be this perpetual—What says Our Second Daughter?
Reg.
My Sister, Sir, in part exprest my Love,
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Sense has no other Joy that I can relish,
I have my All in my dear Lieges Love!
Lear.
Therefore to thee and thine Hereditary
Remain this ample Third of our fair Kingdom.
Cord.
Now comes my Trial, how am I distrest,
[Aside.
That must with cold speech tempt the chol'rick King
Rather to leave me Dowerless, than condemn me
To loath'd Embraces!
Lear.
Speak now Our last, not least in Our dear Love,
So ends my Task of State,—Cordelia speak,
What canst Thou say to win a richer Third
Than what thy Sisters gain'd?
Cord.
Now must my Love in words fall short of theirs
As much as it exceeds in Truth—Nothing my Lord.
Lear.
Nothing can come of Nothing, speak agen.
Cord.
Unhappy am I that I can't dissemble,
Sir, as I ought, I love your Majesty,
No more nor less.
Lear.
Take heed Cordelia,
Thy Fortunes are at stake, think better on't
And mend thy Speech a little.
Cord.
O my Liege,
You gave me Being, Bred me, dearly Love me,
And I return my duty as I ought,
Obey you, Love you, and most Honour you!
Why have my Sisters Husbands, if they love you All?
Happ'ly when I shall Wed, the Lord whose Hand
Shall take my Plight, will carry half my Love,
For I shall never marry, like my Sisters,
To Love my Father All.
Lear.
And goes thy Heart with this?
'Tis said that I am Chol'rick, judge me Gods,
Is there not cause? now Minion I perceive
The Truth of what has been suggested to Us,
Thy Fondness for the Rebel Son of Gloster,
False to his Father, as Thou art to my Hopes:
And oh take heed, rash Girl, lest We comply
With thy fond wishes, which thou wilt too late
Repent, for know Our nature cannot brook
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Cord.
So young my Lord and True.
Lear.
Thy Truth then be thy Dow'r,
For by the sacred Sun and solemn Night
I here disclaim all my paternal Care,
And from this minute hold thee as a Stranger
Both to my Blood and Favour.
Kent.
This is Frenzy.
Consider, good my Liege—
Lear.
Peace Kent.
Come not between a Dragon and his Rage.
I lov'd her most, and in her tender Trust
Design'd to have bestow'd my Age at Ease!
So be my Grave my Peace as here I give
My Heart from her, and with it all my Wealth:
My Lords of Cornwall and of Albany,
I do invest you jointly with full Right
In this fair Third, Cordelia's forfeit Dow'r.
Mark me, My Lords, observe Our last Resolve,
Our Self attended with an hundred Knights
Will make Aboad with you in monthly Course,
The Name alone of King remain with me,
Yours be the Execution and Revenues,
This is Our final Will, and to confirm it
This Coronet part between you.
Kent.
Royal Lear,
Whom I have ever honour'd as my King,
Lov'd as my Father, as my Master follow'd,
And as my Patron thought on in my Pray'rs—
Lear.
Away, the Bow is bent, make from the Shaft.
Kent.
No, let it fall and drench within my Heart,
Be Kent unmannerly when Lear is mad:
Thy youngest Daughter—
Lear.
On thy Life no more.
Kent.
What wilt thou doe, old Man?
Lear.
Out of my sight!
Kent.
See better first.
Lear.
Now by the gods—
Kent.
Now by the gods, rash King, thou swear'st in vain.
Lear.
Ha Traytour—
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Do, kill thy Physician, Lear,
Strike through my Throat, yet with my latest Breath
I'll Thunder in thine Ear my just Complaint,
And tell Thee to thy Face that Thou dost ill.
Lear.
Hear me rash Man, on thy Allegiance hear me;
Since thou hast striv'n to make Us break our Vow
And prest between our Sentence and our Pow'r,
Which nor our Nature nor our Place can bear,
We banish thee for ever from our Sight
And Kingdom; if when Three days are expir'd
Thy hated Trunk be found in our Dominions
That moment is thy Death; Away.
Kent.
Why fare thee well, King, since thou art resolv'd,
I take thee at thy word, and will not stay
To see thy Fall: the gods protect the Maid
That truly thinks, and has most justly said.
Thus to new Climates my old Truth I bear,
Friendship lives Hence, and Banishment is Here.
[Exit.
Lear.
Now Burgundy, you see her Price is faln,
Yet if the fondness of your Passion still
Affects her as she stands, Dow'rless, and lost
In our Esteem, she's yours, take her or leave her.
Burg.
Pardon me, Royal Lear, I but demand
The Dow'r your Self propos'd, and here I take
Cordelia by the Hand Dutchess of Burgundy.
Lear.
Then leave her Sir, for by a Father's rage
I tell you all her Wealth. Away.
Burg.
Then Sir be pleas'd to charge the breach
Of our Alliance on your own Will
Not my Inconstancy.
[Exeunt. Manent Edgar and Cordelia.
Edg.
Has Heaven then weigh'd the merit of my Love,
Or is't the raving of my sickly Thought?
Cou'd Burgundy forgoe so rich a Prize
And leave her to despairing Edgar's Arms?
Have I thy Hand Cordelia, do I clasp it,
The Hand that was this minute to have join'd
My hated Rivals? do I kneel before thee
And offer at thy feet my panting Heart?
Smile, Princess, and convince me, for as yet
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Cord.
Some Comfort yet that 'twas no vicious Blot
That has depriv'd me of a Father's Grace,
But meerly want of that that makes me rich
In wanting it, a smooth professing Tongue:
O Sisters, I am loth to call your fault
As it deserves; but use our Father well,
And wrong'd Cordelia never shall repine.
Edg.
O heav'nly Maid that art thy self thy Dow'r,
Richer in Vertue than the Stars in Light,
If Edgar's humble fortunes may be grac't
With thy Acceptance, at thy feet he lays 'em.
Ha my Cordelia! dost thou turn away?
What have I done t'offend Thee?
Cord.
Talk't of Love.
Edg.
Then I've offended oft, Cordelia too
Has oft permitted me so to offend.
Cord.
When, Edgar, I permitted your Addresses,
I was the darling Daughter of a King,
Nor can I now forget my royal Birth,
And live dependent on my Lover's Fortune.
I cannot to so low a fate submit,
And therefore study to forget your Passion,
And trouble me upon this Theam no more.
Edg.
Thus Majesty takes most State in Distress!
How are we tost on Fortune's fickle flood!
The Wave that with surprising kindness brought
The dear Wreck to my Arms, has snatcht it back,
And left me mourning on the barren Shore.
Cord.
This Baseness of th' ignoble Burgundy
[Aside.
Draws just suspicion on the Race of Men,
His Love was Int'rest, so may Edgar's be
And He but with more Complement dissemble;
If so, I shall oblige him by Denying:
But if his Love be fixt, such Constant flame
As warms our Breasts, if such I find his Passion,
My Heart as gratefull to his Truth shall be,
And Cold Cordelia prove as Kind as He.
[Exit.
Enter Bastard hastily.
Bast.
Brother, I've found you in a lucky minute,
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Our Father against your Life.
Edg.
Distrest Cordelia! but oh! more Cruel!
Bast.
Hear me Sir, your Life, your Life's in Danger.
Edg.
A Resolve so sudden
And of such black Importance!
Bast.
'Twas not sudden,
Some Villain has of long time laid the Train.
Edg.
And yet perhaps 'twas but pretended Coldness,
To try how far my passion would pursue.
Bast.
He hears me not; wake, wake Sir.
Edg.
Say ye Brother?—
No Tears good Edmund, if thou bringst me tidings
To strike me dead, for Charity delay not,
That present will befit so kind a Hand.
Bast.
Your danger Sir comes on so fast
That I want time t'inform you, but retire
Whilst I take care to turn the pressing Stream.
O gods! for Heav'ns sake Sir.
Edg.
Pardon me Sir, a serious Thought
Had seiz'd me, but I think you talkt of danger
And wisht me to Retire; must all our Vows
End thus!—Friend I obey you—O Cordelia!
[Exit.
Bast.
Ha! ha! fond Man, such credulous Honesty
Lessens the Glory of my Artifice,
His Nature is so far from doing wrongs
That he suspects none: if this Letter speed
And pass for Edgar's, as himself wou'd own
The Counterfeit but for the foul Contents,
Then my designs are perfect—here comes Gloster.
[Enter Gloster.
Glost.
Stay Edmund, turn, what paper were you reading?
Bast.
A Trifle Sir.
Glost.
What needed then that terrible dispatch of it
Into your Pocket, come produce it Sir.
Bast.
A Letter from my Brother Sir, I had
Just broke the Seal but knew not the Contents,
Yet fearing they might prove to blame
Endeavour'd to conceal it from your sight.
Glost.
'Tis Edgar's Character.
[Reads.
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This Policy of Fathers is intollerable that keeps our Fortunes from us till Age will not suffer us to enjoy 'em; I am weary of the Tyranny: Come to me that of this I may speak more: if our Father would sleep till I wak't him, you shou'd enjoy half his Possessions, and live beloved of your Brother
Edgar.
Slept till I wake him, you shou'd enjoyHalf his possessions—Edgar to write this
'Gainst his indulgent Father! Death and Hell!
Fly, Edmund, seek him out, wind me into him
That I may bite the Traytor's heart, and fold
His bleeding Entrals on my vengefull Arm.
Bast.
Perhaps 'twas writ, my Lord, to prove my Vertue.
Glost.
These late Eclipses of the Sun and Moon
Can bode no less; Love cools, and friendship fails,
In Cities mutiny, in Countrys discord,
The bond of Nature crack't 'twixt Son and Father:
Find out the Villain, do it carefully
And it shall lose thee nothing.
[Exit.
Bast.
So, now my project's firm, but to make sure
I'll throw in one proof more and that a bold one;
I'll place old Gloster where he shall o're-hear us
Confer of this design, whilst to his thinking,
Deluded Edgar shall accuse himself.
Be Honesty my Int'rest and I can
Be honest too, and what Saint so Divine
That will successfull Villany decline!
[Exit.
Enter Kent disguis'd.
Kent.
Now banisht Kent, if thou canst pay thy duty
In this disguise where thou dost stand condemn'd,
Thy Master Lear shall find thee full of Labours.
Enter Lear attended.
Lear.
In there, and tell our Daughter we are here
Now; What art Thou?
Kent.
A Man, Sir.
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What dost thou profess, or wou'dst with us?
Kent.
I do profess to be no less then I seem, to serve him
truly that puts me in Trust, to love him that's Honest, to converse
with him that's wise and speaks little, to fight when I can't
choose; and to eat no Fish.
Lear.
I say, what art Thou?
Kent.
A very honest-hearted fellow, and as poor as the King.
Lear.
Then art thou poor indeed—What can'st thou do?
Kent.
I can keep honest Counsel, marr a curious Tale in the
telling, deliver a plain Message bluntly, that which ordinary
Men are fit for I am qualify'd in, and the best of me is Diligence.
Lear.
Follow me, thou shalt serve me.
Enter one of Gonerill's Gentlemen.
Now Sir?
Gent.
Sir—
[Exit; Kent runs after him.
Lear.
What says the fellow? Call the Clatpole back.
Att.
My Lord, I know not, but methinks your Highness is
entertain'd with slender Ceremony.
Servant.
He says, my Lord, your Daughter is not well.
Lear.
Why came not the Slave back when I call'd him?
Serv.
My Lord, he answer'd me i'th' surliest manner,
That he wou'd not.
Re-enter Gentleman brought in by Kent.
Lear.
I hope our Daughter did not so instruct him:
Now, who am I Sir?
Gent.
My Ladies Father.
Lear.
My Lord's Knave—
[Strikes him.
[Gonerill at the Entrance.
Gent.
I'll not be struck my Lord.
Kent.
Nor tript neither, thou vile Civet-box.
[Strikes up his heels.
Gon.
By Day and Night this is insufferable,
I will not bear it.
Lear.
Now, Daughter, why that frontlet on?
Speak, do's that Frown become our Presence?
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Sir, this licentious Insolence of your Servants
Is most unseemly, hourly they break out
In quarrels bred by their unbounded Riots,
I had fair hope by making this known to you
T'have had a quick Redress, but find too late
That you protect and countenance their out-rage;
And therefore, Sir, I take this freedom, which
Necessity makes Discreet.
Lear.
Are you our Daughter?
Gon.
Come, Sir, let me entreat you to make use
Of your discretion, and put off betimes
This Disposition that of late transforms you
From what you rightly are.
Lear.
Do's any here know me? why this is not Lear.
Do's Lear walk thus? speak thus? where are his Eyes?
Who is it that can tell me who I am?
Gon.
Come, Sir, this Admiration's much o'th' savour
Of other your new humours, I beseech you
To understand my purposes aright;
As you are old, you shou'd be staid and wise,
Here do you keep an hundred Knights and Squires,
Men so debaucht and bold that this our Palace
Shews like a riotous Inn, a Tavern, Brothel;
Be then advised by her that else will take
The she beggs, to lessen your Attendance,
Take half a way, and see that the remainder
Be such as may befit your Age, and know
Themselves and you.
Lear.
Darkness and Devils!
Saddle my Horses, call my Train together,
Degenerate Viper, I'll not stay with Thee;
I yet have left a Daughter—Serpent, Monster,
Lessen my Train, and call 'em riotous?
All men approv'd of choice and rarest Parts,
That each particular of duty know—
How small, Cordelia, was thy Fault? O Lear,
Beat at this Gate that let thy Folly in,
And thy dear Judgment out; Go, go, my People.
[Going off meets Albany entring.
Ingratefull Duke, was this your will?
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What Sir?
Lear.
Death! fifty of my Followers at a clap!
Alb.
The matter Madam?
Gon.
Never afflict your self to know the Cause,
But give his Dotage way.
Lear.
Blasts upon thee,
Th' untented woundings of a Father's Curse
Pierce ev'ry Sense about Thee; old fond Eyes
Lament this Cause again, I'll pluck ye out
And cast ye with the Waters that ye lose
To temper Clay—No, Gorgon, thou shalt find
That I'll resume the Shape which thou dost think
I have cast off for ever.
Gon.
Mark ye that.
Lear.
Hear Nature!
Dear Goddess hear, and if thou dost intend
To make that Creature fruitfull, change thy purpose;
Pronounce upon her Womb the barren Curse,
That from her blasted Body never spring
A Babe to honour her—but if she must bring forth,
Defeat her Joy with some distorted Birth,
Or monstrous Form, the Prodigy o'th' Time,
And so perverse of spirit, that it may Live
Her Torment as 'twas Born, to fret her Cheeks
With constant Tears, and wrinkle her young Brow.
Turn all her Mother's Pains to Shame and Scorn,
That she may curse her Crime too late, and feel
How sharper than a Serpent's Tooth it is
To have a Thankless Child! Away, away.
[Exit cum suis.
Gon.
Presuming thus upon his numerous Train
He thinks to play the Tyrant here, and hold
Our Lives at will.
Alb.
Well, you may bear too far.
[Ex.
End of the First Act.
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