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DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

—wVWLEAR (King of Britain) King of France - - Duke of Burgundy Duke of Cornwall Duke of Albany Earl of Kent --- -Earl of Gloster - - EDGAR (son to Gloster) EDMUND ... (bastard son to Gloster) ... CURAN (a courtier) Old Man ... (tenant to Gloster) ... Fool --- ---- - - Oswald ...(steward to Goneril)... Physician An Officer

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Miss ADA DYAs. Miss MAUD MILTON.

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Miss ELLEN TERRY.

Messengers, Soldiers, and

SYNOPSIS OF SCENERY.

Act I.

Scene 1–King Lear's Palace
Scene 2. —Earl of Gloster's Castle
Scene 3.—Duke of Albany's Castle

Act II. Scene I.-Court within Gloster's Castle ScENE 2.—Open Country... - - - - -

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KING L E A R.

ACT I.

ScenE I.—King LEAR's Palace.

Enter KENT, GLOSTER, and EDMUND.

Kent.

* thought the king had more affected the NoN Duke of Albany than Cornwall. oš Glo. It did always seem so to us: but ion now, in the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most. Kent. Is not this your son, my lord? Glo. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge : I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd to it. But I have, sir, a son by order of law, some year older than this, who is yet no dearer in my account. Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund 2 Edin. No, my lord.

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Glo. My lord of Kent: remember him hereafter as my honourable friend. Edm. My services to your lordship. Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you better. Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving. [Trumpets within..] The king is coming.

Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, CoRDELIA, Fool, and Attendants.

Lear. Attend the Lords of France and Burgundy,
Gloster.
Glo. I shall, my liege.

[Exeunt GLOSTER and EDMUND.

Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker
purpose –
Give me the map there.—Know that we've divided
In three our kingdom: and ’tis our fast intent
To shake all cares and business from our age;
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
Unburden'd crawl toward death. — Our son of
Cornwall,

And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
We have this hour a constant will to publish
Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife
May be prevented now. Tell me, my daughters,
Since now we will divest us both of rule,
Interest of territory, cares of state,
Which of you shall we say doth love us most 2
That we our largest bounty may extend
Where nature doth with merit challenge.—Goneril,
Our eldest-born, speak first.

Gon. Sir,
I love you more than words can wield the matter;
Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty;
As much as child e'er lov’d, or father found;

A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; Beyond all manner of so much I love you.

Cor. [aside] What shall Cordelia do 2 Love, and

be silent.

Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,
With shadowy forests and with champians rich'd,
With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,
We make thee lady: to thine and Albany's issue
Be this perpetual.—What says our second daughter,
Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall 2 Speak.

Reg. Sir,
I'm made of that self metal as my sister,
And prize me at her worth. In my true heart
I find she names my very deed of love;
Only she comes too short.

Cor. (aside] Then poor Cordelial
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 our 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 will come of nothing ; speak again.

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, Cordelial mend your speech a

little,

Lest it may mar your fortunes.

Cor. Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I Return those duties back as are right fit,

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