And on the fixth to turn thy hated back Kent. Fare thee well, King, fith thus thou wilt appear, [Exit. We first addrefs toward you, who, with this King, Bur. Moft Royal Majefty, I crave no more than what your Highness offer'd, Lear. Right noble Burgundy, When he was dear to us we held her fo, But now her price is fall'n: Sir, there fhe ftands, Bur. I know no Anfwer. Lear. Will you with thofe infirmities he owes, Unfriended, new adopted to our hate, Dowr'd with our Curfe, and ftranger'd with our Oath, Take leave, or leave her? Bur. Pardon me, Royal Sir. Election makes not up in fuch Conditions. Lear. Then leave her, Sir, for by the Power that made me, I tell you all her Wealth. For you, great King, I would not from your Love make fuch a ftray, To match you where I hate; therefore befeech you T'a T'avert your liking a more worthier way, Fra. This is almost strange! That the, who even but now, was your best Object, As Monftrous is; or your fore-voucht affection Cor. I yet befeech your Majefty, If for I want that glib and oily Art, To speak and purpofe not, fince what I will intend, That I am glad I have not, though not to have it, Lear. Better thou hadft Not been born, than not t'have pleas'd me better. Bur. Royal King, Give but that Portion which your felf propos'd, Dutchefs of Burgundy. Lear. Nothing I have Sworn, I am firm. Bur. I am forry then you have fo loft a Father, That you must lofe ja Husband. Dd z Cor. Cor. Peace be with Burgundy, Since that refpect and fortunes are his Love, I shall not be his Wife. Fra. Fairelt Cordelia, that are most rich being poor, Moft choice forfaken, and moft lov'd defpis'd, Thee and thy Virtues here I feize upon, Be it lawful I take up what's caft away. Gods, Gods! 'Tis ftrange, that from their cold't neglect Thy dowreless Daughter, King, thrown to my chance, Can buy this unpriz'd precious Maid of me. Lear. Thou haft her France, let her be thine, for we [Flourish. Fra. Bid farewel to your Sifters. [Exeunt. Cor. The Jewels of our Father, with wash'd eyes, Cordelia leaves you, I know you what you are, And like a Sifter am moft loath to call Your faults as they are named. Love well our Father: To your profeffed Bofoms I commit him, But yet alas, ftood I within his Grace, I would prefer him to a better place, So farewel to you both. Reg. Prefcribe not us our Duty. Be to content your Lord, who hath receiv'd you Fra. Come, my fair Cordelia. [Exeunt France and Cor. Reg. Reg. That's moft certain, and with you; next Month with us. Gon. You fee how full of Changes his Age is, the obfervation we have made of it hath been little; he always lov'd our Sifter moft, and with what poor Judgment he hath now caft her off, appears too too grofly. Reg. 'Tis the infirmity of his Age; yet he hath ever but flenderly known himself. Gon. The beft and foundeft of his time hath been but rash; then must we look from his Age, to receive not alone the Imperfections of long engraffed Condi ion, but therewithal the unruly waywardnefs, that infirm and chole ick Years bring with them. Reg. Such unconftant starts are we like to have from him, as this of Kent's Banishment. Gon. There is further Complement of leave taking, between France and him; pray you let us fit together, if our Father carry Authority with fuch Difpofition as he bears, this laft furrender of his will but offend us. Reg. We fhall further think of it. Gon. We must do fomething, and i'ch' Heat. [Exeunt, Baft. Thou Nature art my Goddess, to thy Law The curiofity of Nations to deprive me, For that I am fome twelve, or fourteen Moonfhints, As As to th❜legitimate; fine Word-legitimate- Enter Glofter. Glo. Kent banish'd thus! and France in Choler parted! And the King gone to Night! Prefcrib'd his Power, Confin'd to Exibition! All this gone Upon the Gad!Edmund, how now? what News? Baft. So please your Lordship, none. [Putting up the Letter. Glo. What Paper were you reading? Baft. Nothing, my Lord. Glo. No! what needed then that terrible Difpatch of it into your Pocket? the quality of nothing, hath not fuch need to hid it felf. Let's fee; come, if it be nothing, I fhall not need Spectacles. Baft. I befeech you, Sir, pardon me, it is a letter from my Brother, that i have not all o'er-read; and for fo much as I have perus'd, I find it not fit for your o'er-looking. Glou. Give me the Letter, Sir. Baft. I fhall offend, either to detain, or give it ; The Contents, as in part I understand them, Are to blame. Glo. Let's fee, let's fee. Baft. I hope for my Brother's Juftification, he wrote this but as an Effay, or tafte of my Virtue. Glo. reads. This Policy, and Reverence of Age, makes the World bitter to the best of our times; keeeps our Fortunes from us, 'till our oldness cannot relish them. I begin to find an idle and fond Bondage, in the oppreffion of aged Tyranny, which fways, not as it hath Power, but as it is fuffered. Come to me, that of this I may speak more. If our Father would fleep 'till I wak'd him, you should enjoy half his Revenue for ever, and live the beloved of your Brother. Edgar. Hum !--- Confpiracy!- Sleep 'till I wake himyou should enjoy half his Revenuemy Son Edgar! had he a Hand to write this! A Heart and a Brain to breed it in! When came this to you? who brought it? Baft |