King Lear by William Shakespeare (summer reads txt) 📕
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 the 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.
Lear.
Nothing!
Cor.
Nothing.
Lear.
Nothing can come of nothing: speak again.
Cor.
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth
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This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so,
It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.
Kent.
O my good master! [Kneeling.]
Lear.
Pr’ythee, away!
Edg.
‘Tis noble Kent, your friend.
Lear.
A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!
I might have sav’d her; now she’s gone for ever!—
Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha!
What is’t thou say’st?—Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low,—an excellent thing in woman.—
I kill’d the slave that was a-hanging thee.
Off.
‘Tis true, my lords, he did.
Lear.
Did I not, fellow?
I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion
I would have made them skip: I am old now,
And these same crosses spoil me.—Who are you?
Mine eyes are not o’ the best:—I’ll tell you straight.
Kent.
If fortune brag of two she lov’d and hated,
One of them we behold.
Lear.
This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent?
Kent.
The same,
Your servant Kent.—Where is your servant Caius?
Lear.
He’s a good fellow, I can tell you that;
He’ll strike, and quickly too:—he’s dead and rotten.
Kent.
No, my good lord; I am the very man,—
Lear.
I’ll see that straight.
Kent.
That from your first of difference and decay
Have follow’d your sad steps.
Lear.
You are welcome hither.
Kent.
Nor no man else:—All’s cheerless, dark, and deadly.—
Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves,
And desperately are dead.
Lear.
Ay, so I think.
Alb.
He knows not what he says; and vain is it
That we present us to him.
Edg.
Very bootless.
[Enter a Officer.]
Off.
Edmund is dead, my lord.
Alb.
That’s but a trifle here.—
You lords and noble friends, know our intent.
What comfort to this great decay may come
Shall be applied: for us, we will resign,
During the life of this old majesty,
To him our absolute power:—[to Edgar and Kent] you to your
rights;
With boot, and such addition as your honours
Have more than merited.—All friends shall taste
The wages of their virtue, and all foes
The cup of their deservings.—O, see, see!
Lear.
And my poor fool is hang’d! No, no, no life!
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou’lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never!—
Pray you undo this button:—thank you, sir.—
Do you see this? Look on her!—look!—her lips!—
Look there, look there!—
[He dies.]
Edg.
He faints!—My lord, my lord!—
Kent.
Break, heart; I pr’ythee break!
Edg.
Look up, my lord.
Kent.
Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him
That would upon the rack of this rough world
Stretch him out longer.
Edg.
He is gone indeed.
Kent.
The wonder is, he hath endur’d so long:
He but usurp’d his life.
Alb.
Bear them from hence.—Our present business
Is general woe.—[To Kent and Edgar.] Friends of my soul, you
twain
Rule in this realm, and the gor’d state sustain.
Kent.
I have a journey, sir, shortly to go;
My master calls me,—I must not say no.
Alb.
The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest have borne most: we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
[Exeunt, with a dead march.]
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