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 revok'd. Kent.Fare thee well,King.Since 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.Enter Gloucester,with France and Burgundy;Attendants. Glou.Here's France and Burgundy,my noble lord Lear.My Lord of Burgundy, We first address toward 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? Bur.Most royal Majesty, I crave no more than hath your Highness offer'd, Nor will you tender less. 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 piec'd, And nothing more,may fitly like your Grace, She's there,and she is yours Bur.I know no answer. Lear.Will you,with those infirmities she owes, Unfriended,new adopted to our hate, Dow'r'd with our curse,and stranger'd with our oath, Take her,or leave her? Bur.Pardon me,royal sir. Election makes not up on such conditions. Lear.Then leave her,sir;for,by the pow'r that made me, I tell you all her wealth.[To France]For you,great King, I would not from your love make such a stray To match you where I hate;therefore beseech you T avert your liking a more worthier way Than on a wretch whom nature is asham'dTo 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 revok'd. Kent. Fare thee well, King. Since 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. Enter Gloucester, with France and Burgundy; Attendants. Glou. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord. Lear. My Lord of Burgundy, We first address toward 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? Bur. Most royal Majesty, I crave no more than hath your Highness offer'd, Nor will you tender less. 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 piec'd, And nothing more, may fitly like your Grace, She's there, and she is yours. Bur. I know no answer. Lear. Will you, with those infirmities she owes, Unfriended, new adopted to our hate, Dow'r'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath, Take her, or leave her? Bur. Pardon me, royal sir. Election makes not up on such conditions. Lear. Then leave her, sir; for, by the pow'r that made me, I tell you all her wealth. [To France] For you, great King, I would not from your love make such a stray To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you T' avert your liking a more worthier way Than on a wretch whom nature is asham'd