...(steward to Goneril)... Mr. GORDON CRAIG. OSWALD Physician An Officer A Gentleman A Messenger A Herald A Knight Mr. TABB. Miss ADA DYAS. to Lear and Miss ELLEN Terry. Knights attending on LEAR, Officers, Messengers, Soldiers, and Attendants. SCENE 1.-Court within Gloster's Castle SCENE 3.-Court within Gloster's Castle ... ... ... ... J. Harker. 7. Harker. Hawes Craven. J. Harker. ... ... ... SCENE 2.-Open Country ... ... ... ACT V. SCENE 1.-British Camp near Dover SCENE. BRITAIN. KING LEAR. ACT I. SCENE 1.-King LEAR'S Palace. Enter KENT, GLOSTER, and EDMUND. Kent. 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. 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 ? Edm. No, my lord. 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 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? 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? 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? Speak. Reg. Sir, I'm made of that self metal as my sister, And prize me at her worth. In my true heart Only she comes too short. Cor. [aside] Then poor Cordelia ! And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's Lear. To thee and thine hereditary ever Lear. Nothing! Cor. Nothing. Lear. Nothing will come of nothing: speak again. My heart into my mouth: I love your Majesty Lear. How, how, Cordelia! mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Good my lord, Cor. |