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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

LEAR, King of Britain.

The KING OF FRANCE.
The DUKE OF BURGUNDY.

The DUKE Of Albany.

The DUKE Of Cornwall.

The EARL Of Kent.

The EARL Of Gloster.

EDGAR, son to Gloster.

EDMUND, natural son to Gloster.
CURAN, a courtier.

Old Man, tenant to Gloster.
A Doctor.

A Fool.

OSWALD, steward to Goneril,

A Captain employed by Edmund.
A Gentleman attending on Cordelia.

A Herald

Servants to Cornwall.

GONERIL, wife of Albany,

REGAN, wife of Cornwall,

CORDELIA, rejected by the Duke of Burgundy, married to the King of France, J

daughter

to Lear.

Knights of Lear's Train, Captains, Messengers,
Soldiers, and Attendants.

SCENE,-BRitain.

(6)

KING LEAR.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-King Lear's Palace.

Enter KENT, GLOSTER, and EDMUND.

Kent.

THOUGHT the king had more affected the duke of Albany than Cornwall.

Glo. 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 equalities are so weighed that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety.

Kent. Is not this your son, my lord?

Glo. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge. Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund ?

ΙΟ Edm. No, my lord.

Glo. My lord of Kent: remember him hereafter as my honorable friend.

Edm. My services to your lordship.

Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you better.

Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving.

Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again.—The king is coming. [Trumpets sound within.

Enter Lear, Cornwall, ALBANY, GONERIL, RE-
GAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants.

Lear. Attend the lords of France and
Burgundy, Gloster.

Glo. I shall, my liege.

[Exeunt Glos. and Edm.

20 Lear. Meantime we shall express our dark

er purpose.

Give me the map there.—Know that we have divided

In three our kingdom: and 'tis our fast in

tent

To shake all cares and business from our age;

Conferring them on younger strengths, while

we

Unburden'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

May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy,

Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, 30 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, 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.

Gon. Sir, I love you more than word 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,
honor:

As much as child e'er loved, or father found.
A love that makes breath poor, and speech

unable;

Beyond all manner of so much I love you.
Cor. [aside.] What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.

Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this
line to this,

With shadowy forests and with champains

rich'd,

With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,

40

50 We make thee lady: to thine and Albany's

issue

Be this perpetual.—What says our second daughter,

Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall?

Reg. I am made of that self-metal as my sister,

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,

Which the most precious square of sense

possesses;

And find I am alone felicitate

In your dear highness' love.
Cor. [aside.]

Then poor Cordelia ! And yet not so; since I am sure my love's More richer than my tongue.

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 our last, not least; to whose young love

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.

Cor. Nothing, my lord.

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