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to be interest; what can you say to draw

           A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.

        Cor. Nothing, my lord.

        Lear. Nothing?

        Cor. Nothing.

        Lear. Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again.

        Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave

           My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty

           According to my bond; no more nor less.

        Lear. How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,

           Lest it may mar your fortunes.

        Cor. Good my lord,

           You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I

           Return those duties back as are right fit,

           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.

           Sure I shall never marry like my sisters,

           To love my father all.

        Lear. But goes thy heart with this?

        Cor. Ay, good my lord.

        Lear. So young, and so untender?

        Cor. So young, my lord, and true.

        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

           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,

           Or he that makes his generation messes

           To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom

           Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,

           As thou my sometime daughter.

        Kent. Good my liege-

        Lear. Peace, Kent!

           Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

           I lov'd 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

           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 in my power,

           Preeminence, 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

           The name, and all th' additions to a king. The sway,

           Revenue, execution of the rest,

           Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,

           This coronet part betwixt you.

        Kent. Royal Lear,

           Whom I have ever honour'd as my king,

           Lov'd as my father, as my master follow'd,

           As my great patron thought on in my prayers-

        Lear. The bow is bent and drawn; make from the shaft.

        Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade

           The region of my heart! Be Kent unmannerly

           When Lear is mad. What wouldst 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 falls to folly. Reverse thy doom;

           And in thy best consideration check

           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.

        Lear. Kent, on thy life, no more!

        Kent. My life I never held but as a pawn

           To wage against thine enemies; nor fear to lose it,

           Thy safety being the motive.

        Lear. Out of my sight!

        Kent. See better, Lear, and let me still remain

           The true blank of thine eye.

        Lear. Now by Apollo-

        Kent. Now by Apollo, King,

           Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.

        Lear. O vassal! miscreant!

                                         [Lays his hand on his sword.]

        Alb., Corn. Dear sir, forbear!

        Kent. Do!

           Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow

           Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift,

           Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat,

           I'll tell thee thou dost evil.

        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

           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,

           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

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