1 To go out of my dialect, which you discommend so much.
2 To his father, that so tenderly and entirely loves him.
3 I'll write straight to my sister To hold my very course.
4 I do beseech you To understand my purposes aright: As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.
5 That lord that counsell'd thee To give away thy land, Come place him here by me, Do thou for him stand.
6 My life I never held but as a pawn To wage against thine enemies; ne'er fear to lose it, Thy safety being the motive.
7 Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out, Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon To stand auspicious mistress.
8 No marvel then though he were ill affected: 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, To have the expense and waste of his revenues.'
9 Love 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.
10 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.
11 Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, Of differences, which I best thought it fit To answer from our home; the several messengers From hence attend dispatch.
12 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 reliev'd, As thou my sometime daughter.
13 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 Unburden'd crawl toward death.'
14 Be, then, desir'd By her that else will take the thing she begs A little to disquantity your train; And the remainder that shall still depend, To be such men as may besort your age, Which know themselves, and you.
15 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 next day following, Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions, The moment is thy death.
16 All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not scape; The Duke must grant me that: besides, his picture I will send far and near, that all the kingdom May have due note of him; and of my land, Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means To make thee capable.
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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