1 A Room of State in King Lear's Palace.
2 Enter King Lear, Knights and Attendants.
3 The messengers from our sister and the King.
4 Now by Apollo, King, Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.
5 A very honest-hearted fellow, and as poor as the King.
6 I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.
7 Fare thee well, King: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
8 Good King, that must approve the common saw, Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st To the warm sun.
9 The King must take it ill That he, so slightly valued in his messenger, Should have him thus restrained.
10 Royal King, Give but that portion which yourself propos'd, And here I take Cordelia by the hand, Duchess of Burgundy.
11 This villain of mine comes under the prediction; there's son against father: the King falls from bias of nature; there's father against child.
12 Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet: That, when we have found the King, in which your pain That way, I'll this; he that first lights on him Holla the other.
13 Thy dowerless daughter, King, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Can buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me.
14 Sir, I am too old to learn: Call not your stocks for me: I serve the King; On whose employment I was sent to you: You shall do small respect, show too bold malice Against the grace and person of my master, Stocking his messenger.
15 Let me beseech your grace not to do so: His fault is much, and the good King his master Will check him for't: your purpos'd low correction Is such as basest and contemned'st wretches For pilferings and most common trespasses, Are punish'd with.
16 I promise you, the effects he writes of succeed unhappily: as of unnaturalness between the child and the parent; death, dearth, dissolutions of ancient amities; divisions in state, menaces and maledictions against King and nobles; needless diffidences, banishment of friends, dissipation of cohorts, nuptial breaches, and I know not what.
17 I never gave him any: It pleas'd the King his master very late To strike at me, upon his misconstruction; When he, compact, and flattering his displeasure, Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd And put upon him such a deal of man, That worthied him, got praises of the King For him attempting who was self-subdu'd; And, in the fleshment of this dread exploit, Drew on me here again.
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