The True Chronicle of King Leir (King Lear and his Three Daughters) · chunk 19 of 43
Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1594] (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 491 words
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That honourable title will I give, Unto my Lord, so long as I do live. Oh, be of comfort; for I see the place Whereas your daughter keeps her residence. And lo, in happy time the Cambrian Prince Is here arrived, to gratify our coming. Were I best speak, or sit me down and die: I am ashamed to tell this heavy tale. Then let me tell it, if you please, my Lord: 'tis shame for them that were the cause thereof. What two old men are those that seem so sad? methinks, I should remember well their looks. No, I mistake not, sure it is my father: I must dissemble kindness now of force. Father, I bid you welcome, full of grief, To see your Grace used thus unworthily, And ill befitting for your reverend age, To come on foot a journey so indurable. Oh, what disaster chance hath been the cause, To make your cheeks so hollow, spare and lean? He cannot speak for weeping: for God's love, come. Let us refresh him with some needful things, And at more leisure we may better know, Whence springs the ground of this unlooked for woe. Come, father, ere we any further talk, You shall refresh you after this weary walk. Comes he to me with finger in the eye, To tell a tale against my sister here? Whom I do know, he greatly hath abused: And now like a contentious crafty wretch, He first begins for to complain himself, whenas himself is in the greatest fault. I'll not be partial in my sister's cause, Nor yet believe his doting vain reports: Who for a trifle (safely) I dare say, Upon a spleen is stolen thence away: And here (forsooth) he hopeth to have harbour, And to be moaned and made on like a child: But ere't be long, his coming he shall curse, And truly say, he came from bad to worse: Yet will I make fair weather, to procure Convenient means, and then i'll strike it sure. Now happily I am arrived here, Before the stately Palace of the Cambrian King: If Leir be here safe-seated, and in rest, To rouse him from it I will do my best. Now bags of gold, your virtue is (no doubt) To make me in my message bold and stout. The King of heaven preserve your Majesty. And send your highness everlasting reign. Thanks, good my friend; but what imports thy message message. Kind greetings from the Cornwall Queen: The residue these letters will declare. How fares our royal sister? I did leave her at my parting, in good health. See how her colour comes and goes again, Now red as scarlet, now as pale as ash: She how she knits her brow, and bites her lips, And stamps, and makes a dumb show of disdain, Mixed with revenge, and violent extremes. Here will be more work and more crowns for me.
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That honourable title will I giue, Vnto my Lord, so long as I do liue. Oh, be of comfort; for I see the place Whereas your daughter keeps her residence. And loe, in happy time the Cambrian Prince Is here arriu'd, to gratify our comming. Were I best speak, or sit me downe and dye: I am asham'd to tell this heauy tale. Then let me tell it, if you please, my Lord: Tis shame for them that were the cause thereof. What two old men are those that seeme so sad? Me thinks, I should remember well their lookes. No, I mistake not, sure it is my father: I must dissemble kindnesse now of force. Father, I bid you welcome, full of griefe, To see your Grace vsde thus vnworthily, And ill befitting for your reuerend age, To come on foot a iourney so indurable. Oh, what disaster chaunce hath bin the cause, To make your cheeks so hollow, spare and leane? He cannot speake for weeping: for Gods loue, come. Let vs refresh him with some needfull things, And at more leysure we may better know, Whence springs the ground of this vnlookt for wo. Come, father, e're we any further talke, You shall refresh you after this weary walk. Comes he to me with finger in the eye, To tell a tale against my sister here? Whom I do know, he greatly hath abusde: And now like a contentious crafty wretch, He first begins for to complayne himselfe, When as himselfe is in the greatest fault. Ile not be partiall in my sisters cause, Nor yet beleeue his doting vayne reports: Who for a trifle (safely) I dare say, Vpon a spleene is stolen thence away: And here (forsooth) he hopeth to haue harbour, And to be moan'd and made on like a child: But ere't be long, his comming he shall curse, And truely say, he came from bad to worse: Yet will I make fayre weather, to procure Conuenient meanes, and then ile strike it sure. Now happily I am arriued here, Before the stately Palace of the Cambrian King: If Leir be here safe-seated, and in rest, To rowse him from it I will do my best. Now bags of gold, your vertue is (no doubt) To make me in my message bold and stout. The King of heauen preserue your Maiesty. And send your Highnesse euerlasting raigne. Thanks, good my friend; but what imports thy message message▪ Kind greetings from the Cornwall Queene: The residue these letters will declare. How fares our royall sister? I did leaue her at my parting, in good health. See how her colour comes and goes agayne, Now red as scarlet, now as pale as ash: She how she knits her brow, and bytes her lips, And stamps, and makes a dumbe shew of disdayne, Mixt with reuenge, and violent extreames. Here will be more worke and more crownes for me.