King Lear Page #2
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to speak when power to flattery bows?
On thy life, no more!
My life I never held but as a pawn
to wage against thine enemies.
- Out of my sight.
- See better, Lear.
Now, by Apollo...
Now, by Apollo, King,
thou swear'st thy gods in vain.
O, vassal, miscreant!
- Forbear!
- Revoke thy gift.
Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat
I'll tell thee thou dost evil.
Hear me, recreant,
On thine allegiance hear me!
That thou hast sought
to make us break our vow,
take thy reward.
Five days we do allot thee for provision
and on the sixth to turn thy hated back
upon our kingdom.
If on the next day following
thy banished trunk be found in our dominion,
the moment is thy death.
Away!
By Jupiter, this shall not be revoked.
Fare thee well, King,
sith thus thou wilt appear,
freedom lives hence,
and banishment is here.
The gods to their dear shelter
take thee, maid,
that justly think'st,
and hast most rightly said.
And your large speeches
may your deeds approve
that good effects may spring
from words of love.
Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu.
He'll shape his old course
in a country new.
Here's France and Burgundy,
my noble lord.
My lord of Burgundy,
what in the least will you require
Most royal majesty, I crave no more
than what your highness offered.
Nor will you tender less.
Right noble Burgundy, when she was
dear to us, we did hold her so.
But now her price is fallen.
Sir, there she stands.
She's there, and she is yours.
I know no answer.
Sir, will you, with these infirmities
she owns,
unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,
dowered with our curse and strangered
with our oath, take her or leave her?
Pardon me, royal sir,
election makes not up in such conditions.
Then leave her, sir,
for, by the power that made me,
I tell thee all her wealth.
For you, great king.
Avert your liking a more worthier way
than on a wretch whom Nature is ashamed
almost to acknowledge.
This is most strange, that she whom even
but now was your best object,
balm of your age,
should in this trice of time
commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle
so many folds of favour.
I yet beseech your majesty
if for I want that glib and oily art
to speak and purpose not, that you make known
it is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness,
no unchaste action or dishonourable step that
hath deprived me of your grace and favour.
But even for want of that
for which I am richer.
Better thou hadst not been born
than not to have pleased me better.
Is it but this, a tardiness in nature
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