Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 533 words
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I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany then Cornwell. It did always seem so to us, but now in the division of the kingdoms, it appears not which of the Dukes he values most, for equalities are so weighed, that curiosity in neither, can make choice of either's moiety. Is not this your son my Lord? His breeding sir hath been at my charge, I have so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it. I cannot conceive you. Sir, this young fellows mother Can, whereupon she grew round wombed, and had indeed Sir a son for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed, do you smell a fault? I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper. But I have sir a son by order of Law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account, though this knave came something sawcely into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair, there was good sport at his making & the whoreson must be acknowledged, do you know this noble gentleman Edmund? No my Lord. My Lord of Kent, remember him hereafter as my honourable friend .. My services to your Lordship. I must love you, and sue to know you better. Sir I shall study deserving. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again, the King is coming. Attend my Lords of France and Burgundy, Gloster. I shall my Liege. Mean time we will express our darker purposes, The map there; know we have divided In three, our kingdom; and 'tis our first intent, To shake all cares and business of our state, Confirming them on younger years, The two great Princes France and Burgundy, Great rivals in our youngest daughters love, Long in our Court have made their amorous sojourn, And here are to be answered, tell me my daughters, Which of you shall we say doth love us most, That we our largest bounty may extend, Where merit doth most challenge it, Goneril our eldest borne, speak first? Sir I do love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eyesight, space or liberty, Beyond what can be valued rich or rare, No less than life; with grace, health, beauty, honour, As much a child ere loved, or father friend, A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable, Beyond all manner of so much I love you. What shall Cordelia do, love and be silent. Of all these bounds, even from this sine to this, With shady forests, and wide skirted meads, We make thee Lady, to thine and Albans issue, Be this perpetual, what says our second daughter? Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwell, speak? Sir I am made of the self same metal that my sister is, And prise me at her worth in my true heart, I find she names my very deed of love, only she came short, That I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, Which the most precious square of sense possesses, And find I am alone felicitate, in your dear highness love.
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I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany then Cornwell. 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. Is not this your sonne my Lord? His breeding sir hath beene at my charge, I haue so often blusht to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd to it. I cannot conceiue you. 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? I cannot wish the fault vndone, the issue of it being so proper. 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? No my Lord. My Lord of Kent, remember him hereafter as my honorable friend.. My seruices to your Lordship. I must loue you, and sue to know you better. Sir I shall study deseruing. Hee hath beene out nine yeares, and away hee shall againe, the King is comming. Attend my Lords of France and Burgundy, Gloster. I shall my Leige. Meane time we will expresse our darker purposes, The map there; know we haue diuided In three, our kingdome; and tis 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? 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. What shall Cordelia doe, loue and be filent. 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? 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.