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Reuerbe no hollownesse |
Lear. Kent, on thy life no more |
Kent. My life I neuer held but as pawne |
To wage against thine enemies, nere feare to loose it, |
Thy safety being motiue |
Lear. Out of my sight |
Kent. See better Lear, and let me still remaine |
The true blanke of thine eie |
Lear. Now by Apollo, |
Kent. Now by Apollo, King |
Thou swear'st thy Gods in vaine |
Lear. O Vassall! Miscreant |
Alb. Cor. Deare Sir forbeare |
Kent. Kill thy Physition, and thy fee bestow |
Vpon the foule disease, reuoke thy guift, |
Or whil'st I can vent clamour from my throate, |
Ile tell thee thou dost euill |
Lea. Heare me recreant, on thine allegeance heare me; |
That thou hast sought to make vs breake our vowes, |
Which we durst neuer yet; and with strain'd pride, |
To come betwixt our sentences, and our power, |
Which, nor our nature, nor our place can beare; |
Our potencie made good, take thy reward. |
Fiue dayes we do allot thee for prouision, |
To shield thee from disasters of the world, |
And on the sixt to turne thy hated backe |
Vpon our kingdome: if on the tenth day following, |
Thy banisht trunke be found in our Dominions, |
The moment is thy death, away. By Iupiter, |
This shall not be reuok'd, |
Kent. Fare thee well King, sith thus thou wilt appeare, |
Freedome liues hence, and banishment is here; |
The Gods to their deere shelter take thee Maid, |
That iustly think'st, and hast most rightly said: |
And your large speeches, may your deeds approue, |
That good effects may spring from words of loue: |
Thus Kent, O Princes, bids you all adew, |
Hee'l shape his old course, in a Country new. |
Enter. |
Flourish. Enter Gloster with France, and Burgundy, Attendants. |
Cor. Heere's France and Burgundy, my Noble Lord |
Lear. My Lord of Burgundie, |
We first addresse toward you, who with this King |
Hath riuald for our Daughter; what in the least |
Will you require in present Dower with her, |
Or cease your quest of Loue? |
Bur. Most Royall Maiesty, |
I craue no more then hath your Highnesse offer'd, |
Nor will you tender lesse? |
Lear. Right Noble Burgundy, |
When she was deare to vs, we did hold her so, |
But now her price is fallen: Sir, there she stands, |
If ought within that little seeming substance, |
Or all of it with our displeasure piec'd, |
And nothing more may fitly like your Grace, |
Shee's there, and she is yours |
Bur. I know no answer |
Lear. Will you with those infirmities she owes, |
Vnfriended, new adopted to our hate, |
Dow'rd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath, |
Take her or, leaue her |
Bur. Pardon me Royall Sir, |
Election makes not vp in such conditions |
Le. Then leaue her sir, for by the powre that made me, |
I tell you all her wealth. For you great King, |
I would not from your loue make such a stray, |
To match you where I hate, therefore beseech you |
T' auert your liking a more worthier way, |
Then on a wretch whom Nature is asham'd |
Almost t' acknowledge hers |
Fra. This is most strange, |
That she whom euen but now, was your obiect, |
The argument of your praise, balme of your age, |
The best, the deerest, should in this trice of time |
Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle |
So many folds of fauour: sure her offence |
Must be of such vnnaturall degree, |
That monsters it: Or your fore-voucht affection |
Fall into taint, which to beleeue of her |
Must be a faith that reason without miracle |
Should neuer plant in me |
Cor. I yet beseech your Maiesty. |