Then, venom, to thy work. [Stabs the KING. All. Treason! treason! 337 King. O! yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt. Hor. What is it ye would see? 376 If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search. Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murderous, What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, Drink off this potion;-is thy union here? 340 Laer. He is justly serv'd: I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu! 352 380 First Amb. To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd, 384 SCENE I.-A Room of State in KING LEAR'S after as my honourable friend. Palace. Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could; whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault? 16 Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper. Glo. But I have a son, sir, by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account: though this knave came somewhat saucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair; there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged. Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund? Edm. No, my lord. Glo. My Lord of Kent: remember him here- 32 Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving. Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again. The king is coming. Sennet. Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GoNERIL, REGAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants. Lear. Attend the Lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester. 36 Glo. I shall, my liege. [Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EDMUND. Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. Give me the map there. Know that we have In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent And you, our no less loving son of Albany, 44 Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, 48 26 Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less. Lear. How, how, Cordelia! mend your speech a little, 96 Lest you may mar your fortunes. Half my love with him, half my care and duty: 105 108 Lear. But goes thy heart with this? 112 For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, Or he that makes his generation messes Lear. Peace, Kent! 116 120 Good my liege,— SCENE I.-A Room of State in KING LEAR'S after as my honourable friend. Palace. Enter KENT, GLOUCESTER, and EDMUND. Kent. I 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. 8 Kent. Is not this your son, my lord? Glo. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge: I have so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it. Kent. I cannot conceive you. 12 Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could; whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault? 16 Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper. Glo. But I have a son, sir, by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account: though this knave came somewhat saucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair; there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged. Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund? Edm. No, my lord. Glo. My Lord of Kent: remember him here- 32 Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving. Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again. The king is coming. Sennet. Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GoNERIL, REGAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants. Lear. Attend the Lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester. 36 Glo. I shall, my liege. [Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EDMUND. Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. Give me the map there. Know that we have In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent And you, our no less loving son of Albany, 44 Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, 48 26 Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, 112 For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, Or he that makes his generation messes Lear. Peace, Kent! 116 120 Good my liege, Come not between the dragon and his wrath. 124 So be my grave my peace, as here I give Call Burgundy. Cornwall and Albany, I do invest you jointly with my power, 132 That troop with majesty. Ourself by monthly course, With reservation of a hundred knights, 136 |