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And on the fixth to turn thy hated back
Upon our Kingdom; if the tenth Day following,
Thy banisht Trunk be found in our Dominions,
The Moment is thy Death, away. By Jupiter,
This thall not be revok'd.
Kent. Fare thee well, King, fith thus thou wilt appear,
Freedom lives lience, and Banishment is here;
The Gods to their dear shelter take thee, Maid,
That juftly think'st, and baft moít rightly said;
And your large Speeches may your Decas approve,
That good Effe&s may spring from Words of Love:
Thus Kent, O Princes, bids you all adieu,
He'll shape his old Course in a Country new.
. Enter Glofter, with France and Burgundy, and Attendants. Cor. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble Lord.
Lear. My Lord of Burgundy,
We first address toward you, who, with this King,
Hath rivall'd for our Daughter; what in the least
Will you require in present Dowre with her,
Or cease your Quest of Love?
Bur. Most Royal Majesty,
I crave no more than what your Highness offerid,
Nor will you tender lesse
Lear. Right noble Burgundy,
When she was dear to us we hold her fun
But now her price is falin : Sir, there the stands,
If ought within that little feeming Subitance,
Or all of it with our difpleasure picc'd,
And nothing more, may fitly like your Grace,
She's there, and the is yours.
Bur. I know no Aofwer.
Lear. Will you with those infirmities she owes,
Unfriended, new adopted to our hate,
Dowr'd with our Curfi, and stranger'd with our Oath,
Take leave, or leave her?
Bur. Pardon me, Royal Sir.
Election makcs not up in fuch Conditions,
Lear. Then lave 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 such a stray,
To match you where I hatetherefore beleech you
T'avert your liking a more worthier way,
Than on a wretch whom Nature is asham'd
Almost t'acknowledge hers.
Fra. This is almost strange!
That (he, who even but now, was your best Obje&,
The Argument of your Praise, balm of your Age,
The best, the dearest, should in this trice of time
Commit a thing fo monstrous, to dismantle
So many folds of Favour ; fure her Offence
Must be of such unnatural Degree,
As Monstrous is; or your fore-voucht affeion
Could not fall into Taint; which to believe of her
Must be a Faith, that reason without miracle
Should never plant in me.
Cor. I yet beseech your Majesty,
If for I want that glib and oily Art,
To speak and purpose not, fince what I will intend,
I'll do't before I speak, that you make known
It is no vicious blot, murther, or foulness,
No unchalte Adion, or dishonour'd stop,
That hath depriv'd me of your Grace and Favour,
But even for want of that, for which I am richer,
A ftill solliciting Eye, and fuch a Tongue,
That I am glad I have not, though not to have it,
Hath lok me in your liking.
Lear. Better thou hadft
Not been born, than not t'have pleased me better.
Fra. Is it but this? A tardiners in Nature,
Which often leaves the Hilory unspoke
That it intends to do ; my Lord of Burgundy,
What say you to the Lady ? Love's not Love
When it is mingled with regards, that stands
Aloof from th' intire Point, will you have her?
She is her self a Dowry.
Bur. Royal King,
Give but that Portion which yout felf propos'd,
And here I take Cordelia by the Hand,
Dutchess of Burgundy.
I have Sworn, I am firm.
Bur. I am sorry then you have so loft a Father,
That you must lose a Husband.
Cor. Peace be with Burgundy,
Since that respect and fortunes are his Love,
I thall not be his Wife.
Fra. Fairelt Cordelia, that are most rich being poorg
Moit choice forsaken, and most lov'd despis’d,
Thee and thy Virtues here I seize upon,
Be it lawful I take up what's cast away.
Gods, Gods ! 'Tis strange, that from their cold'It negle&
My love should kindle to enflam'd refpe&.
Thy dowreless Daughter, King, thrown to my chance,
Is Queen of us, of ours, and our fair France :
Not all the Dukes of watrish Burgundy,
Can buy this unpriz'd precious Maid of me.
Bid them farewel, Cordelia, though unkind,
Thou lofeft here, a better where to find.
Lear. Thou halt her France, let her be thine, for we
Have no such Daughter, nor shall ever fee
That face of hers again, therefore be gone,
Without our Grace, our Love, our Benizon :
Come noble Burgundy. (Flourish. [Exeunt.
Fra. Bid farewel to your Sisters.
Cor. The Jewels of our Father, with wash'd eyes,
Cordelia leaves you, I know you' what you are,
And like a Sifter am most loath to call
Your faults as they are named. Love well our Father :
To your professed Bosoms I commit him,
But yet alas, stood I within his Grace,
I would prefer him to a better place,
So farewell to you both.
Reg. Prescribe not us our Duty.
Gon. Let your Study
Be to content your Lord, who hath receiv'd you
At Fortunes Alms; you have Obedience scanted,
And well are worth the want that you have wanted.
Cor. Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides,
Who covers Faults, at last with shame derides.
Well may you prosper.
Fra. Come, my fair Cordelia. [Exeunt France and Cor.
Gon. Siker, it is not little I have to say, Of what most nearly apperta'ns to us both, I think our Father will go hence to Night.
Reg. That's most certain, and with you ; next Month
Gon. You see how full of Changes his Age is, the obfervation we have made of it hath been little ; he always lov'd our Sister moft, and with what poor Judgment he hath now cast her off, appears too too grolly.
Reg. 'Tis the informity of his Age; yet he hath ever but lenderly known himself.
Gon. The best and soundest of bis time hath been bue. rash ; then must we look from his Age, to receive not alone the Imperfe&tions of long engraffed Condi ion, but therewithal the unruly waywardness, that in firm and chole ick Years bring with them.
Reg. Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him, as this of Kent's Banishment.
Gon. There is further Complement of leare taking, between France and him ; pray you let us fit together, if our Father carry Authority with such Difpofition as he bears, this last surrender of his will but offend us.
Reg. We shall further think of it.
Gon. We must do fomething, and i'ch' Heat. [Excunt,
Enter Bastard with a Letter."
Bast. Thou Nature art my Goddess, to thy Law
* My Services are bound; wherefore should I
Stand in the Plague of Custom, and permit
The curiosity of Nations to deprive me,
For that I am fome twelve, or fourteen Moonshines,
Lag of a Brother? Why Bastard ? wherefore bale?..
When my Dimensions are as well compact,
My Mind as generous, and my Shape as true,
As honest Madam's Issue Why b; and they tkus
With Base ? with Baleness? Bastardy? Bale, Base ?
Who in the lusty stealth of Nature, take
More Compofition, and fierce quality,
That doth, within a dull Itale tired Bed,
Go to th' creating a whole Tribe of Fops,
Got 'tween a pleep, and wake? Well then,
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your Land,
Our Father's Love is to the Bastard Edmund,
As to th'legitimate; fine Word-legitimate-
Well, my Legitimate, if this Letter speed,
And my invention thrive, Edmund the bare
Shall to th'legitimate -I grow, I prosper;
Now Gods, stand up for Bastards.
Glo. Kent banish'd thus ! and France in Choler parted!
And the King gone to Night ! Prescribd 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. Why so earnestly feek you to put up that Letter ? ·
Baft. I know no News, my Lord.
Glo. What Paper were you reading?
Baft. Nothing, my Lord.
Glo. No! what needed then that terrible Dispatch of it into your Pocket? the quality of nothing, hath not such need to hid it felf. Let's see ; come, if it be nothing, I shall not need Spectacles.
Baft. I beseech you, Sir, pardon me; it is a letter from my Brother, that i have not all o'er-read; and for so much as I have perus'd, I find it not fit for your o'er-looking.
Glou.' Give me the Letter, Sir,
Baft. I shall offend, either to detain, or give it;
The Contents, as in part I understand them,
Are to blame.
Glo. Let's fin, lue's see.
Bajt. I hope for my Brother's Juftification, he wrote this but as an Iffay, or taste of my Virtue.
Glo. reads.). This Policy, and Reverence of Age, makes the Worldbitter to the best of our times; keeeps our Fortunes from 125, ’ill our oldness cannot relish them. I begin to find an idle and fond Bondage, in the opprefion of aged Tyranny, which ways, not as it bath Power, but as it is suffered.
Come to me, that of this I may freak more. If our Father would seep 'till I wak'd him, you should enjoy half his Revenue for ever, sind live the beloved of your Brother. Edgar. Hum !--- Con
Sleep 'till I wake him enjoy half his Revenue
my 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 ir?