Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 503 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Royal Lear, Whom I have ever honoured as my King, Loved as my Father, as my Master followed, As my great Patron thought on in my prayers. The bow is bend & drawn, make from the shaft. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade The region of my heart, be Kent unmannerly, When Lear is mad, what wouldst thou do old man? Thinkest thou that duty shall have dread to speak, When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound, When Majesty falls to folly, reserve thy state, And in thy best consideration check This hideous rashness, answer my life, my judgement: Thy youngest Daughter does not love thee least, Nor are those empty hearted, whose low found'st Reverbe no hollowness. Kent, on thy life no more. My life I never held but as pawn To wage against thine enemies, ne'er fear to lose it, Thy safety being motive. Out of my sight. See better Lear, and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye. Now by Apollo, Now by Apollo, King Thou swear'st thy Gods in vain. O Vassal! Miscreant. Cor. Dear Sir forbear. Kill thy Physician, and thy see bestow Upon the foul disease, revoke thy gift, Or whilst I can vent clamour from my throat, I'll tell thee thou dost evil. Hear me recreant, on thine allegiance hear me; That thou hast sought to make us break our vows, Which we durst never yet; and with strained pride, To come betwixt our sentences, and our power. Which, nor our nature, nor our place can bear; Our potency made good, take thy reward. Five days we do allot thee for provision, To shield thee from disasters of the world, And on the sixth to turn thy hated back Upon our kingdom; if on the tenth day following, Thy banished trunk be found in our Dominions, The moment is thy death, away. By Iupiter, This shall not be revoked, Far thee well King, sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here; The Gods to their dear shelter take thee Maid, That justly thinkest, and hast most rightly said: And your large speeches, may your deeds approve, That good effects may spring from words of love: Thus Kent, O Princes, bids you all adieu, he'll shape his old course, in a Country new. here's France and Burgundy, my Noble Lord. My Lord of Bugundie, We first address toward you, who with this King Hath rivaled for our Daughter; what in the least Will you require in present Dower with her, Or cease your quest of Love? Most Royal Majesty, I crave no more than hath your Highness offered, Nor will you tender less? Right Noble Burgundy, When she was dear to us, we did hold her so, But now her price is fallen: Sir, there she stands, If aught within that little seeming substance, Or all of it with our displeasure pieced, And nothing more may fitly like your Grace, she's there, and she is yours.
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Royall Lear, Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King▪ Lou'd as my Father, as my Maſter follow'd, As my great Patron thought on in my praiers. The bow is bent & drawne, make from the ſhaft. Let it fall rather, though the forke inuade The region of my heart, be Kent vnmannerly, When Lear is mad, what wouldeſt thou do old man? Think'ſt thou that dutie ſhall haue dread to ſpeake, When power to flattery bowes? To plainneſſe honour's bound, When Maieſty falls to folly, reſerue thy ſtate, And in thy beſt conſideration checke This hideous raſhneſſe, anſwere my life, my iudgement: Thy yongeſt Daughter do's not loue thee leaſt, Nor are thoſe empty hearted, whoſe low founds Reuerbe no hollowneſſe. Kent, on thy life no more. My life I neuer held but as pawne To wage againſt thine enemies, nere feare to looſe it, Thy ſafety being motiue. Out of my ſight. See better Lear, and let me ſtill remaine The true blanke of thine eie. Now by Apollo, Now by Apollo, King Thou ſwear▪ſt thy Gods in vaine. O Vaſſall! Miſcreant. Cor. Deare Sir forbeare. Kill thy Phyſition, and thy ſee beſtow Vpon the foule diſeaſe, reuoke thy guift, Or whil'ſt I can vent clamour from my throate, Ile tell thee thou doſt euill. Heare me recreant, on thine allegeance heare me; That thou haſt ſought to make vs breake our vowes, Which we durſt neuer yet; and with ſtrain'd pride, To come betwixt our ſentences, and our power. Which, nor our nature, nor our place can beare; Our potencie made good, take thy reward. Fiue dayes we do allot thee for prouiſion, To ſhield thee from diſaſters of the world, And on the ſixt to turne thy hated backe Vpon our kingdome; if on the tenth day following, Thy baniſht trunke be found in our Dominions, The moment is thy death, away. By Iupiter, This ſhall not be reuok'd, Fare thee well King, ſith thus thou wilt appeare, Freedome liues hence, and baniſhment is here; The Gods to their deere ſhelter take thee Maid, That iuſtly think'ſt, and haſt moſt rightly ſaid: And your large ſpeeches, may your deeds approue, That good effects may ſpring from words of loue: Thus Kent, O Princes, bids you all adew, Hee'l ſhape his old courſe, in a Country new. Heere's France and Burgundy, my Noble Lord. My Lord of Bugundie, We firſt addreſſe toward you, who with this King Hath riuald for our Daughter; what in the leaſt Will you require in preſent Dower with her, Or ceaſe your queſt of Loue? Moſt Royall Maieſty, I craue no more then hath your Highneſſe offer'd, Nor will you tender leſſe? Right Noble Burgundy, When ſhe was deare to vs, we did hold her ſo, But now her price is fallen: Sir, there ſhe ſtands, If ought within that little ſeeming ſubſtance, Or all of it with our diſpleaſure piec'd, And nothing more may fitly like your Grace, Shee's there, and ſhe is yours.