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A11978	M. William Shak-speare: his true chronicle historie of the life and death of King Lear and his three daughters With the vnfortunate life of Edgar, sonne and heire to the Earle of Gloster, and his sullen and assumed humor of Tom of Bedlam: as it was played before the Kings Maiestie at Whitehall vpon S. Stephans night in Christmas hollidayes. By his Maiesties seruants playing vsually at the Gloabe on the Bancke-side.; King Lear	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1608 (1608)	STC 22292; ESTC S111085	52,561	82

M. William Shak-speare HIS True Chronicle Historie of the life and death of King LEAR and his three Daughters With the vnfortunate life of Edgar sonne and heire to the Earle of Gloster and his sullen and assumed humor of TOM of Bedlam As it was played before the Kings Maiestie at Whitehall vpon S. Stephans night in Christmas Hollidayes By his Maiesties seruants playing vsually at the Gloabe on the Bancke-side LONDON Printed for Nathaniel Butter and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the Pide Bull neere S t. Austins Gate 1608. M. William Shak-speare HIS Historie of King Lear. Enter Kent Gloster and Bastard Kent I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany then Cornwell Glost. It did allwaies seeme so to vs but now in the diuision of the kingdomes it appeares not which of the Dukes he values most for equalities are so weighed that curiositie in neither can make choise of eithers moytie Kent Is not this your sonne my Lord Glost. His breeding sir hath beene at my charge I haue so often blusht to acknowledge him that now I am braz'd to it Kent I cannot conceiue you Glost. Sir this young fellowes mother Could wherupon shee grew round wombed and had indeed Sir a sonne for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed doe you smell a fault Kent I cannot wish the fault vndone the issue of it being so proper Glost. But I haue sir a sonne by order of Law some yeare elder then this who yet is no deerer in my account though this knaue came something sawcely into the world before hee was sent for yet was his mother faire there was good sport at his makeing the whoreson must be acknowledged do you know this noble gentleman Edmund Bast. No my Lord. Glost. My Lord of Kent remember him hereafter as my honorable friend .. Bast. My seruices to your Lordship Kent I must loue you and sue to know you better Bast. Sir I shall study deseruing Glost. Hee hath beene out nine yeares and away hee shall againe the King is comming Sound a Sennet Enter one bearing a Coronet then Lear then the Dukes of Albany and Cornwell next Gonorill Regan Cordelia with followers Lear. Attend my Lords of France and Burgundy Gloster Glost. I shall my Leige Lear. Meane time we will expresse our darker purposes The map there know we haue diuided In three our kingdome and t is our first intent To shake all cares and busines of our state Confirming them on yonger yeares The two great Princes France and Burgundy Great ryuals in our youngest daughters loue Long in our Court haue made their amorous soiourne And here are to be answerd tell me my daughters Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most That we our largest bountie may extend Where merit doth most challenge it Gonorill our eldest borne speake first Gon. Sir I do loue you more then words can weild the matter Dearer then eye-sight space or libertie Beyond what can be valued rich or rare No lesse then life with grace health beautie honour As much a child ere loued or father friend A loue that makes breath poore and speech vnable Beyond all manner of so much I loue you Cor. What shall Cordelia doe loue and be filent Lear. Of al these bounds euen from this sine to this With shady forrests and wide skirted meades We make thee Lady to thine and Albaines issue Be this perpetuall what saies our second daughter Our deerest Regan wife to Cornwell speake Reg. Sir I am made of the selfe same mettall that my sister is And prize me at her worth in my true heart I find she names my very deed of loue onely she came short That I professe my selfe an enemie to all other ioyes Which the most precious square of sence possesses And find I am alone felicitate in your deere highnes loue Cord. Then poore Cord. yet not so since I am sure My loues more richer then my tongue Lear. To thee and thine hereditarie euer Remaine this ample third of our faire kingdome No lesse in space validity and pleasure Then that confirm'd on Gonorill but now our ioy Although the last not least in our deere loue What can you say to win a third more opulent Then your sisters Cord. Nothing my Lord. Lear. How nothing can come of nothing speake againe Cord. Vnhappie that I am I cannot heaue my heart into my mouth I loue your Maiestie according to my bond nor more nor lesse Lear. Goe to goe to mend your speech a little Least it may mar your fortunes Cord. Good my Lord You haue begot me bred me loued me I returne those duties backe as are right fit Obey you loue you and most honour you Why haue my sisters husbands if they say they loue you all Happely when I shall wed that Lord whose hand Must take my plight shall cary halfe my loue with him Halfe my care and duty sure I shall neuer Mary like my sisters to loue my father all Lear. But goes this with thy heart Cord. I good my Lord. Lear. So yong and so vntender Cord. So yong my Lord and true Lear. Well let it be so thy truth then be thy dower For by the sacred radience of the Sunne The mistresse of Heccat and the might By all the operation of the orbs From whome we doe exsist and cease to be Hecre I disclaime all my paternall care Propinquitie and property of blood And as a stranger to my heart and me Hould thee from this for euer the barbarous Scythyan Or he that makes his generation Messes to gorge his appetite Shall bee as well neighbour'd pittyed and relieued As thou my sometime daughter Kent Good my Liege Lear. Peace Kent come not between the Dragon his wrath I lou'd her most and thought to set my rest On her kind nurcery hence and auoide my sight So be my graue my peace as here I giue Her fathers heart from her call France who stirres Call Burgundy Cornwell and Albany With my two daughters dower digest this third Let pride which she cals plainnes marrie her I doe inuest you iointly in my powre Preheminence and all the large effects That troope with Maiestie our selfe by monthly course With reseruation of an hundred knights By you to be sustayn'd shall our abode Make with you by due turnes onely we still retaine The name and all the additions to a King The sway reuenue execution of the rest Beloued sonnes be yours which to confirme This Coronet part betwixt you Kent Royall Lear Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King Loued as my Father as my maister followed As my great patron thought on in my prayers Lear. The bow is bēt drawen make from the shaft Kent Let it fall rather Though the forke inuade the region of my heart Be Kent vnmannerly when Lear is man What wilt thou doe ould man think'st thou that dutie Shall haue dread to speake when

haue Come on 't what will Glost. Sirrah naked fellow Edg. Poore Toms a cold I cannot dance it farther Glost. Come hither fellow Edg. Blesse thy sweete eyes they bleed Glost. Knowst thou the way to Douer Edg. Both stile and gate horse-way and foot-path Poore Tom hath beene scard out of his good wits Blesse the good man from the foule fiend Fiue fiends haue beene in poore Tom at once Of lust as Obidicut Hobbididence Prince of dumbnes Mahu of stealing Modo of murder Stiber digebit of Mobing Mobing who since possesses chambermaids And waiting women so blesse thee maister Glost. Here take this purse thou whome the heauens plagues Haue humbled to all strokes that I am wretched makes thee The happier heauens deale so still Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man That stands your ordinance that will not see Because he does not feele feele your power quickly So distribution should vnder excesse And each man haue enough dost thou know Douer Edg. I master Glost. There is a cliffe whose high bending head Lookes firmely in the confined deepe Bring me but to the very brimme of it And I le repaire the misery thou dost beare With something rich about me From that place I shal no leading need Edg. Giue me thy arme poore Tom shall lead thee Enter Gonorill and Bastard Gon. Welcome my Lord I maruaile our mild husband Not met vs on the way now wher 's your maister Enter Steward Stew. Madame within but neuer man so chang'd I told him of the army that was landed he smild at it I told him you werecoming his answere was the worse of Glosters treacherie and of the loyall seruice of his sonne when I enform'd him then hee cald me sott and told me I had turnd the wrong side out what hee should most desire seemes pleasant to him what like offensiue Gon. Then shall you goe no further It is the cowish curre of his spirit That dares not vndertake he le not feele wrongs Which tie him to an answere our wishes on the way May proue effects backe Edgar to my brother Hasten his musters and conduct his powers I must change armes at home and giue the distaffe Into my husbands hands this trusty seruant Shall passe betweene vs ere long you are like to heare If you dare venture in your owne behalfe A mistresses coward weare this spare speech Decline your head this kisse if it durst speake Would stretch thy spirits vp into the ayre Conceaue and far you well Bast. Yours in the ranks of death Gon. My most deere Gloster to thee womans seruices are dew My foote vsurps my body Stew. Madam here comes my Lord. Exit Stew. Gon. I haue beene worth the whistle Alb. O Gonoril you are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blowes in your face I feare your disposition That nature which contemnes it origin Cannot be bordered certaine in it selfe She that her selfe will sliuer and disbranch From her materiall sap perforce must wither And come to deadly vse Gon. No more the text is foolish Alb. Wisedome and goodnes to the vild seeme vild Filths sauor but themselues what haue you done Tigers not daughters what haue you perform'd A father and a gracious aged man Whose reuerence euen the head-lugd beare would lick Most barbarous most degenerate haue you madded Could my good brother suffer you to doe it A man a Prince by him so beniflicted If that the heauens doe not their visible spirits Send quickly downe to tame the vild offences it will come Humanly must perforce pray on it selfe like monsters of the deepe Gon. Milke liuerd man That bearest a cheeke for blocs a head for wrongs Who hast not in thy browes an eye deseruing thine honour From thy suffering that not know'st fools do those vilains pitty Who are punisht ere they haue done their mischiefe Wher 's thy drum France spreds his banners in our noystles land With plumed helme thy slayer begin threats Whil's thou a morall foole sits still and cries Alack why does he so Alb. See thy selfe deuill proper deformity seemes not in the fiend so horid as in woman Gon. O vaine foole Alb. Thou changed and selfe-couerd thing for shame Be-monster not thy feature wer 't my fitnes To let these hands obay my bloud They are apt enough to dislecate and teare Thy flesh and bones how ere thou art a fiend A womans shape doth shield thee Gon. Marry your manhood now Alb. What newes Enter a Gentleman Gent. O my good Lord the Duke of Cornwals dead slaine by his seruant going to put out the other eye of Gloster Alb. Glosters eyes Gen. A seruant that he bred thrald with remorse Oppos'd against the act bending his sword To his great maister who thereat inraged Flew on him and amongst them feld him dead But not without that harmefull stroke which since Hath pluckt him after Alb. This shewes you are aboue your Iustices That these our nether crimes so speedely can venge But O poore Gloster lost he his other eye Gent. Both both my Lord this letter Madam craues a speedy answer T is from your sister Gon. One way I like this well But being widow and my Gloster with her May all the building on my fancie plucke Vpon my hatefull life another way the newes is not so tooke I le reade and answer Exit Alb. Where was his sonne when they did take his eyes Gent. Come with my Lady hither Alb. He is not here Gent. No my good Lord I met him backe againe Alb. Knowes he the wickednesse Gent. I my good Lord t was he informd against him And quit the house on purpose that there punishment Might haue the freer course Alb. Gloster I liue to thanke thee for the loue thou shewedst the King And to reuenge thy eyes come hither friend Tell me what more thou knowest Exit Enter Kent and a Gentleman Kent Why the King of Fraunce is so suddenly gone backe know you no reason Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state which since his comming forth is thought of which imports to the Kingdome So much feare and danger that his personall returne was most required and necessarie Kent Who hath he left behind him General Gent. The Marshall of France Monsier la Far. Kent Did your letters pierce the queene to any demonstratiō of griefe Gent. I say she tooke them read them in my presence And now and then an ample teare trild downe Her delicate cheeke it seemed she was a queene ouer her passion Who most rebell-like sought to be King ore her Kent O then it moued her Gent. Not to a rage patience and sorow streme Who should expresse her goodliest you haue seene Sun shine and raine at once her smiles and teares Were like a better way those happie smilets That playd on her ripe lip seeme not to know What guests were in her eyes which parted thence As pearles from diamonds dropt in briefe Sorow would be a raritie most beloued If all could so become