King Lear E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Charles River Editors
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

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King Lear is a classic tragedy written by William Shakespeare. Based on the mythological Leir of Britain, the play is still popular today and the leading role is especially coveted among actors throughout the world.

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KING LEAR

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William Shakespeare

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

King Lear

Characters of the Play

Act I

Scene I. King Lear’s palace.

Scene II. The Earl of Gloucester’s castle.

Scene III. The Duke of Albany’s palace.

Scene IV. A hall in the same.

Scene V. Court before the same.

Act II

Scene I. Gloucester’s castle.

Scene II. Before Gloucester’s castle.

Scene III. A wood.

Scene IV. Before Gloucester’s castle. Kent in the stocks.

Act III

Scene I. A heath.

Scene II. Another part of the heath. Storm still.

Scene III. Gloucester’s castle.

Scene IV. The heath. Before a hovel.

Scene V. Gloucester’s castle.

Scene Vi. A chamber in a farmhouse adjoining the castle.

Scene Vii. Gloucester’s castle.

Act IV

Scene I. The heath.

Scene II. Before Albany’s palace.

Scene III. The French camp near Dover.

Scene IV. The same. A tent.

Scene V. Gloucester’s castle.

Scene Vi. Fields near Dover.

Scene Vii. A tent in the French camp. Lear on a bed asleep, soft music playing; Gentleman, and others attending.

Act V

Scene I. The British camp, near Dover.

Scene II. A field between the two camps.

Scene III. The British camp near Dover.

King Lear

By

William Shakespeare

KING LEAR

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CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY

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Lear, King of Britain.

King Of France.

Duke of Burgundy.

Duke of Cornwall.

Duke of Albany.

Earl of Kent.

Earl of Gloucester.

Edgar, son of Gloucester.

Edmund, bastard son to Gloucester.

Curan, a courtier.

An Old Man, tenant to Gloucester.

A Doctor.

Lear’s Fool.

Oswald, steward to Goneril.

A Captain under Edmund’s command.

Gentlemen.

A Herald.

Servants to Cornwall.

Goneril, daughter to Lear.

Regan, daughter to Lear.

Cordelia, daughter to Lear.

Knights attending on Lear, Officers, Messengers, Soldiers, Attendants.

Scene: Britain.

ACT I

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SCENE I. KING LEAR’S PALACE.

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Enter Kent, Gloucester, and Edmund

Kent

I thought the king had more affected the Duke of

Albany than Cornwall.

Gloucester

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; for equalities are so weighed, that curiosity in neither can make choice of either’s moiety.

Kent

Is not this your son, my lord?

Gloucester

His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge: I have so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it.

Kent

I cannot conceive you.

Gloucester

Sir, this young fellow’s mother could: 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?

Kent

I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.

Gloucester

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 saucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair; there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged. Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund?

Edmund

No, my lord.

Gloucester

My lord of Kent: remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.

Edmund

My services to your lordship.

Kent

I must love you, and sue to know you better.

Edmund

Sir, I shall study deserving.

Gloucester

He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again. The king is coming.

Sennet. Enter King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia, and Attendants

King Lear

Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.

Gloucester

I shall, my liege.

Exeunt Gloucester and Edmund

King Lear

Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.

Give me the map there. Know that we have divided

In three our kingdom: and ’tis our fast intent

To shake all cares and business from our age;

Conferring them on younger strengths, while we

Unburthen’d crawl toward death. Our son of 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. The princes, France and Burgundy,

Great rivals in our youngest daughter’s love,

Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn,

And here are to be answer’d. 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.

Goneril

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter;

Dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty;

Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare;

No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour;

As much as child e’er loved, or father found;

A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable;

Beyond all manner of so much I love you.

Cordelia

[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 champains 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.

Regan

Sir, I am made

Of the self-same metal that my sister is,

And prize me at her worth. In my true heart

I find she names my very deed of love;

Only she comes too 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.

Cordelia

[Aside] Then poor Cordelia!

And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love’s

More richer than my tongue.

King Lear

To thee and thine hereditary ever

Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom;

No less in space, validity, and pleasure,

Than that conferr’d on Goneril. Now, our joy,

Although the last, not least; to whose young love

The vines of France and milk of Burgundy

Strive to be interess’d; what can you say to draw

A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.

Cordelia

Nothing, my lord.

King Lear

Nothing!

Cordelia

Nothing.

King Lear

Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.

Cordelia

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave

My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty

According to my bond; nor more nor less.

King Lear

How, how, Cordelia! mend your speech a little,

Lest it may mar your fortunes.

Cordelia

Good my lord,

You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I

Return those duties back as are right fit,

Obey you, love you, and most honour you.

Why have my sisters husbands, if they say

They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed,

That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry

Half my love with him, half my care and duty:

Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters,

To love my father all.

King Lear

But goes thy heart with this?

Cordelia

Ay, good my lord.

King Lear

So young, and so untender?

Cordelia

So young, my lord, and true.

King Lear

Let it be so; thy truth, then, be thy dower:

For, by the sacred radiance of the sun,

The mysteries of Hecate, and the night;

By all the operation of the orbs

From whom we do exist, and cease to be;

Here I disclaim all my paternal care,

Propinquity and property of blood,

And as a stranger to my heart and me

Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous Scythian,

Or he that makes his generation messes

To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom

Be as well neighbour’d, pitied, and relieved,

As thou my sometime daughter.

Kent

Good my liege —

King Lear

Peace, Kent!

Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

I loved her most, and thought to set my rest

On her kind nursery. Hence, and avoid my sight!

So be my grave my peace, as here I give

Her father’s heart from her! Call France; who stirs?

Call Burgundy. Cornwall and Albany,

With my two daughters’ dowers digest this third:

Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.

I do invest you jointly with my power,

Pre-eminence, and all the large effects

That troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly course,

With reservation of an hundred knights,

By you to be sustain’d, shall our abode

Make with you by due turns. Only we still retain

The name, and all the additions to a king;

The sway, revenue, execution of the rest,

Beloved sons, be yours: which to confirm,

This coronet part betwixt you.

Giving the crown

Kent

Royal Lear,

Whom I have ever honour’d as my king,

Loved as my father, as my master follow’d,

As my great patron thought on in my prayers —

King Lear

The bow is bent and drawn, make from the shaft.

Kent

Let it fall rather, though the fork invade

The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly,

When Lear is mad. What wilt thou do, old man?

Think’st thou that duty shall have dread to speak,

When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour’s bound,

When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom;

And, in thy best consideration, cheque

This hideous rashness: answer my life my judgment,

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least;

Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound

Reverbs no hollowness.

King Lear

Kent, on thy life, no more.

Kent

My life I never held but as a pawn

To wage against thy enemies; nor fear to lose it,

Thy safety being the motive.

King Lear

Out of my sight!

Kent

See better, Lear; and let me still remain

The true blank of thine eye.

King Lear

Now, by Apollo —

Kent

Now, by Apollo, king,

Thou swear’st thy gods in vain.

King Lear

O, vassal! miscreant!

Laying his hand on his sword

Albany

Cornwall

Dear sir, forbear.

Kent

Do:

Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow

Upon thy foul disease. Revoke thy doom;

Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat,

I’ll tell thee thou dost evil.

King Lear

Hear me, recreant!

On thine allegiance, hear me!

Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow,

Which we durst never yet, and with strain’d pride

To come between our sentence 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 diseases of the world;

And on the sixth to turn thy hated back

Upon our kingdom: if, on the tenth day following,

Thy banish’d trunk be found in our dominions,

The moment is thy death. Away! by Jupiter,

This shall not be revoked.

Kent

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear,

Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

To Cordelia

The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,

That justly think’st, and hast most rightly said!

To Regan and Goneril

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.

Exit

Flourish. Re-enter Gloucester, with King Of France, Burgundy, and Attendants

Gloucester

Here’s France and Burgundy, my noble lord.

King Lear

My lord of Burgundy.

We first address towards you, who with this king

Hath rivall’d for our daughter: what, in the least,

Will you require in present dower with her,

Or cease your quest of love?

Burgundy

Most royal majesty,

I crave no more than what your highness offer’d,

Nor will you tender less.

King Lear

Right noble Burgundy,

When she was dear to us, we did hold her so;

But now her price is fall’n. 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.

Burgundy

I know no answer.

King Lear

Will you, with those infirmities she owes,

Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,

Dower’d with our curse, and stranger’d with our oath,

Take her, or leave her?

Burgundy

Pardon me, royal sir;

Election makes not up on such conditions.

King Lear

Then leave her, sir; for, by the power that made me,

I tell you all her wealth.

To King Of France

For you, great king,

I would not from your love make such a stray,

To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you

To avert your liking a more worthier way

Than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed

Almost to acknowledge hers.

King Of France

This is most strange,

That she, that even but now was your best object,

The argument of your praise, balm of your age,

Most best, most dearest, should in this trice of time

Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle

So many folds of favour. Sure, her offence

Must be of such unnatural degree,

That monsters it, or your fore-vouch’d affection

Fall’n into taint: which to believe of her,

Must be a faith that reason without miracle

Could never plant in me.

Cordelia

I yet beseech your majesty —

If for I want that glib and oily art,

To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend,

I’ll do’t before I speak — that you make known

It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness,

No unchaste action, or dishonour’d step,

That hath deprived me of your grace and favour;

But even for want of that for which I am richer,

A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue

As I am glad I have not, though not to have it

Hath lost me in your liking.

King Lear

Better thou

Hadst not been born than not to have pleased me better.

King Of France

Is it but this — a tardiness in nature

Which often leaves the history unspoke

That it intends to do? My lord of Burgundy,

What say you to the lady? Love’s not love

When it is mingled with regards that stand

Aloof from the entire point. Will you have her?

She is herself a dowry.

Burgundy

Royal Lear,

Give but that portion which yourself proposed,

And here I take Cordelia by the hand,

Duchess of Burgundy.

King Lear

Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm.

Burgundy

I am sorry, then, you have so lost a father

That you must lose a husband.

Cordelia

Peace be with Burgundy!

Since that respects of fortune are his love,

I shall not be his wife.

King Of France

Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor;

Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised!

Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon:

Be it lawful I take up what’s cast away.

Gods, gods! ’tis strange that from their cold’st neglect

My love should kindle to inflamed respect.

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 unprized precious maid of me.

Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind:

Thou losest here, a better where to find.

King Lear

Thou hast her, France: let her be thine; for we

Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see

That face of hers again. Therefore be gone

Without our grace, our love, our benison.

Come, noble Burgundy.

Flourish. Exeunt all but King Of France, Goneril, Regan, and Cordelia

King Of France

Bid farewell to your sisters.

Cordelia

The jewels of our father, with wash’d eyes

Cordelia leaves you: I know you what you are;

And like a sister am most loath to call

Your faults as they are named. Use well our father:

To your professed bosoms I commit him

But yet, alas, stood I within his grace,

I would prefer him to a better place.

So, farewell to you both.

Regan

Prescribe not us our duties.

Goneril

Let your study

Be to content your lord, who hath received you

At fortune’s alms. You have obedience scanted,

And well are worth the want that you have wanted.

Cordelia

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:

Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

Well may you prosper!

King Of France

Come, my fair Cordelia.

Exeunt King Of France and Cordelia

Goneril

Sister, it is not a little I have to say of what most nearly appertains to us both. I think our father will hence to-night.

Regan

That’s most certain, and with you; next month with us.

Goneril