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And prize me at her worth: In my true heart
Then poor Cordelia! [Aside.
Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever,
Cor. Nothing, my lord.
Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
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,
8 Made happy.
and-most honour you.
Lear. But goes this with thy heart?
Ay, good my lord.
Lear. Let it be so,--Thy truth then be thy dower:
Good my liege,
3 From this time.
4 His children.
2 Kindred. VOL. IX.
So be my grave my peace, as here I give
Revenue, execution of the rest,
shaft. Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade The region of my heart : be Kent unmannerly, When Lear is mad. What would'st 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; And, in thy best consideration, check
This hideous rashness: answer
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!
Lear. Now, by Apollo,-
Now, by Apollo, king, Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.
O, vassal! miscreant!
[Laying his Hand on his Sword. . Alb. Corn. Dear sir, forbear.
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 betwixt our sentence and our power ; (Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,) Our potency make good, take thy reward.
8 The mark to shoot at.
Five days we do allot thee, for provision
[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 course, in a country new. [Exit.
Re-enter GLOSTER; with FRANCE, BURGUNDY,
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 ?" Bur.
Most royal majesty, I crave no more than hath your bighness offer'd, Nor will you tender less. Lear.
Right noble Burgundy,
9 Follow his old mode of life.
1 Amorous expedition.