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OLD MAN, Gloucester’s tenant

CURAN, Gloucester’s retainer

Lear’s FOOL

OSWALD, Goneril’s steward

GENTLEMAN, a Knight serving Lear

GENTLEMAN, attendant on Cordelia

SERVANT of Cornwall

HERALD

CAPTAIN

Knights attendant upon Lear, other Attendants, Messengers, Soldiers, Servants, and Trumpeters

 

Act 1 Scene 1

running scene 1

Enter Kent, Gloucester and Edmund

KENT    I thought the king had more affected1 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 the dukes he values

most, for qualities are so weighed that curiosity in neither5

can make choice of either’s moiety.

KENT    Is not this your son, my lord?

GLOUCESTER    His breeding8, sir, hath been at my charge. I have so

often blushed to acknowledge him that now I am brazed9 to’t.

KENT    I cannot conceive10 you.

GLOUCESTER    Sir, this young fellow’s mother could; whereupon

she grew round-wombed and had indeed, sir, a son for her

cradle ere13 she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a

fault14?

KENT    I cannot wish the fault undone15, the issue of it being

so proper16.

GLOUCESTER    But I have a son, sir, by order of law, some17 year elder

than this, who yet is no dearer in my account18, though this

knave came something saucily to the world before he was

sent for: yet was his mother fair, there was good sport at his

making and the whoreson21 must be acknowledged.— Do you

know this 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.

KENT    I must love you, and sue27 to know you better.

EDMUND    Sir, I shall study deserving28.

GLOUCESTER    He hath been out29 nine years, and away he shall

again. The king is coming.

Sennet. Enter [one bearing a coronet, then] King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia and Attendants

LEAR    Attend31 the lords of France and Burgundy,

Gloucester.

GLOUCESTER    I shall, my lord.

Exit

LEAR    Meantime we shall express our darker34 purpose.

Give me the map there.

Kent or an Attendant gives Lear a map

Know that we have divided

In three our kingdom, and ’tis our fast intent36

To shake all cares and business37 from our age,

Conferring them on younger strengths while we

Unburdened crawl toward death. Our son39 of Cornwall,

And you our no less loving son of Albany,

We have this hour a constant will to publish41

Our daughters’ several dowers, that42 future strife

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 sojourn45

And here are to be answered. Tell me, my daughters —

Since now we will divest us both of rule,

Interest48 of territory, cares of state —

Which of you shall we say doth love us most,

That we our largest bounty50 may extend

Where nature doth with merit challenge51? Goneril,

Our eldest born, speak first.

GONERIL    Sir, I love you more than word can wield53 the matter,

Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty,

Beyond what can be valued rich or rare,

No less than life, with grace56, health, beauty, honour:

As much as child e’er loved or father found:

A love that makes breath poor and speech unable58:

Beyond all manner of so much59 I love you.

Aside

CORDELIA    What shall Cordelia speak? Love and be silent.

Points to the map

LEAR    Of all these bounds61, even from this line to this,

With shadowy forests and with champaigns riched62,

With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads63,

We make thee lady. To thine and Albany’s issues

Be this perpetual.— What says our second daughter?

Our dearest Regan, wife of Cornwall?

REGAN    I am made of that self-mettle67 as my sister,

And prize me at her worth68. In my true heart,

I find she names my very deed69 of love:

Only she comes too short, that70 I profess

Myself an enemy to all other joys

Which the most precious square of sense72 professes,

And find I am alone felicitate73

In your dear highness’ love.

Aside

CORDELIA    Then poor Cordelia:

And yet not so, since I am sure my love’s

More ponderous77 than my tongue.

LEAR    To thee and thine hereditary78 ever

Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom,

No less in space, validity80 and pleasure

To Cordelia

Than that conferred on Goneril.— Now, our joy,

Although our last and least, to whose young love

The vines of France and milk of Burgundy83

Strive to be interessed, what can you say to draw84

A third more opulent than your sisters’? Speak.

CORDELIA    Nothing, my lord.

LEAR    Nothing?

CORDELIA    Nothing.

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 bond92, no more nor less.

LEAR    How, how, Cordelia? Mend93 your speech a little,

Lest you may mar94 your fortunes.

CORDELIA    Good my lord,

You have begot me, bred96 me, loved 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? Happily when I shall wed,

That lord whose hand must take my plight101 shall carry

Half my love with him, half my care and duty:

Sure I shall never marry like my sisters.

LEAR    But goes thy heart with this?

CORDELIA    Ay, my good lord.

LEAR    So young and so untender106?

CORDELIA    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 Hecate110 and the night,

By all the operation of the orbs111

From whom we do exist and cease to be,

Here I disclaim all my paternal care,

Propinquity and property of blood114,

And as a stranger to my heart and me

Hold thee from this for ever. The barbarous Scythian116,

Or he that makes his generation messes117

To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom

Be as well neighboured119, pitied and relieved

As thou my sometime120 daughter.

KENT    Good my liege121

LEAR    Peace, Kent:

Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

I loved her most, and thought to set my rest124

To Cordelia

On her kind nursery.— Hence, and avoid125 my sight!—