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KING Lear once ruled in this L[a]nd, / With Princely Power and Peace. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 735 King LEAR and his Three Daughters. King LEAR and his Three Daughters. King LEAR and his Three Daughters. Johnson, Richard ?-?

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KING Lear once ruled in this L[a]nd, With Princely Power and Peace. A[nd] had all Things with Heart's Content, T[h]at might his Joys inc[r]e[a]se; Amongst those Things that N[a]ture gave, Three Daughters [f]air had he; So Princely seeming beautiful, As fairer could not be. So on a Time it pleas[']d the King A Q[u]estion thus to move; Which of his Daughters to his Grace, Could shew the dearest Love. For to my Age you bring Content, Quoth he, then let me hear, Which of you three in plighted Troth, The kindest will appear. To him the eldest thus began, Dear Father mild, quoth she, Before your Face to do you Good, My Blood shall render'd be: And for your sake, my bleeding Heart Shall here be cut in twain; Ere that I see your Reverend Age, The smallest Grief sustain; And so will I, the second said; Dear Father for your sake; The worst of all Extremities, I'll gently undertake.
And serve your Highness Night and Day, With Diligence and Love; That sweet Content and Quietness Discomforts may remove. In doing so, you glad my Soul, The aged Father reply'd; But what say'st thou my youngest Girl, How is thy Love ally'd? My Love (quoth young Cordelia then) Which to your Grace I owe; Shall be the Duty of a Child, And that is all I shall bestow. And wilt thou shew no more, said he, Than doth thy Duty bind? I well perceive thy Love is small, When as no more we find: Henceforth I banish thee my Court; Thou art no Child of mine: Nor any Part of this my Realm By Favour shall be thine. Thy eldest Sisters Loves are more Than well I can demand; To whom I equally bestow My Kingdom and my Land: My pompous State, and all my Goods; That lovingly I may With those thy Sisters be maintain'd Unto my dying Day.
Thus flattering Speeches won Renown. By these two Sisters here; The third had causeless Banishment; Yet was her Love more dear: For p[o]or Cordelia patiently Went wandring up-and-down; Unhelp'd, unpity'd, gentle Maid. Thro' many an English Town. Until at last, in famous France She gentler Fortune found; Tho' poor and bare, yet she was deem'd, The fairest on the Ground. Where when the King, her Virtues heard: And this fair Lady seen? With full Consent of all the Court. He made his wife and Queen. Her Father, Old King Lear, this while With his two Daughters staid; Forgetful of their promis'd Loves, Full soon the same deny'd. And living in Queen Regan's Court. The eldest of the twain; She took from him his chiefest Means, And most of all his Train; For whereas twenty Men were wont To wait with bended Knee; She gave Allowance but to ten. And after scarce to three. Nay, one she thought too much for him; So took she all away; In hopes that in her Court, good King, He would no longer stay: Am I rewarded thus, said he, In giving all I have? Unto my Children, and to beg, For what I lately gave; I'll go unto my Goneril: My second Child, I know Will be more kind and pitiful, And will relieve my Woe: Full fast he hies unto her Court; Where when she hears his Moan: Return'd him Answer, that she griev'd, That all his Means were gone. But no Way could relieve his Wants. Yet if that he would stay. Within her Kitchen, he should have What Scullions gave away. When he had heard, with bitter Tears, He made this Answer then; In what I did, let me be made Example to all Men. I will return again, said he, Unto my Regan's Court; She will not use me thus I hope, But in a kinder Sort. Where when he came, she gave Command To drive him thence away; When he was well within her Court, She said, he could not stay: Then back again to Goneril, The woeful King did hie; That in her Kitchen he might have, What Scullion Boys set by.
But there of that he was deny'd, Which she had promis'd late; For once refusing, he should not Come after to her Gate. Thus 'twixt his Daughters, for Relief, He wander'd up and down: Being glad to feed on Beggars Food, That lately wore a Crown. And calling to Remembrance then His youngest Daughter's Words; Who said the Duty of a Child Was all that Love affords: But doubting to repair to her, Whom he had banish'd so; Grew frantic Mad; for in his Mind He bore the Wounds of Woe. Which made him rend his Milk-white Locks And Tresses from his Head; And all with Blood bestain'd his Cheeks, With Age and Honour spread, To Hills and Woods, and watery Founts, He made his hourly Moan: Till Hills and Woods, and senseless Things, Did seem to sigh and groan: Even thus press'd with Discontent, He passed o'er to France: In hopes from fair Cordelia there, To find some gentler Chance. Most virtuous Dame! Which when she heard Of this her Father's Grief; As in Duty bound, she quickly sent Him Comfort and Relief. And by a Train of noble Peers, In brave and gallant Sort; She gave in Charge, he should be brought, To Agannipus' Court: Whose Royal King, whose Noble Mind, So freely gave Consent; To muster up his Knights at Arms, To Fame and Courage bent. And so to England came with speed, To repossess King Lear: And drive his Daughters from their Thrones: By his Cordelia dear. Where she, true hearted noble Queen. Was in the Battle slain; Yet he, good King, in his old Days. Possess'd his Crown again. But when he heard of Cordelia's Death. Who dy'd indeed for Love Of her dear Father, in whose Cause, She did this Battle move; He swooning fell upon her Breast, From whence he never parted; But on her Bosom left his Life, That was so truly-hearted. The Lords and Nobles when they saw The End of these Events; The other Sisters unto Death, They doomed by Consents: And being dead, their Crowns they left Unto the next of Kin: Thus have you seen the Fall of Pride, And disobedient Sin.
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