Lear: Attend the King of France, Gloster.
(Exit Gloster)
Lear: Show the map, there.
(Map is displayed)
Know we have in three divided our kingdom,
Intending to shake off the cares of rule, conferring
Them on our younger strengths. Tell me, my daughters,
That we our largest bounty may extend,
Which of you shall we say doth love us most?
Goneril, our eldest, speak first.
Goneril: Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eyesight, space or liberty.
Beyond all manner of so much I love you.
Cordelia: What shall Cordelia do? Love, and stay silent
Lear: All these bounds, even from this line (Pamper- Ipswich) to this (Pamper-western super-mare), shall be to thee and Albany. Now, Regan.
Regan: Sir, I am made of the self-same metal that my sister is… Only she comes too short: that I profess myself an enemy to all other joys: I am happy only in your dear highness’ love, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness’ love.
Cordelia: Then poor Cordelia… And yet not so, since, I am sure, my love’s more richer than my tongue.
Lear: To thee remains this third of our fair kingdom(Pamper- Blackpool) (Paper- Leeds). Now,
Cordelia, what can you say to draw a third more opulent than your sisters. Speak!
Cordelia: Nothing, my lord.
Lear: Nothing will come of nothing! Speak again.
Cordelia: Nothing
(the cast rhubarb and custard to create the idea of a muttering reaction)
Cordelia: Why have my sisters husbands if they say they love you all? When I shall wed, my lord shall carry half the love with him.
Lear: So young, and so untender?

Cordelia: So young, my lord, and true.
Lear: Let it be so! Thy truth, then, be thy dower! Hence, and avoid my sight! Here I give my father’s heart from her. Call France! Who stirs? Cornwall and Albany, digest her third. (to Goneril and Regan)
I do invest you jointly with my power.
(React)
Kent: Royal Lear, my dear old master, what woulds’t thou do? Reverse this hideous rashness; answer my life, thy youngest daughter does not love thee least!
Lear: Out of my sight, vassal, miscreant! Turn thy hated back on our dominions!
Kent: (to Cordelia): The gods guard thee, maid, who has most rightly said. (To Regan and Cordelia):
And your large speeches may your deeds approve.
K.F. This is most strange, she used to be your favorite, what happened?
B. Royal Lear give but that portion which you yourself propose and here I take Cordelia by the hand as duchess of burgundy.
K.L. Nothing
B. I am sorry, then, you have so lost a father that you may lose a husband.
C. Peace be with burgundy.
K.F. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich being poor. Bid them farewell Cordelia, thou loses here, a better where to find.
(K.F takes C by the hand and exits. Everyone then exits, apart from Goneril and Regan)
Goneril: You see how full of changes he is
Regan: We must expect more unruly waywardness as Kent and Cordelia’s banishment
Goneril: We must do something, and i’the heat.
(Goneril and Regan exit. Enter Edmund)
Edmund: My father’s love is to the bastard Edmund, as to the so-called legitimate Edgar. So why am
I being deprived of my father’s land. Here’s a letter…
Gloster (Entering) How now, Edmund! What were you reading?
Edmund: ‘Tis from my brother, sir, but I’ve not yet had time to…
Gloster: (Reading in horror) “If our father would sleep till I waked him, you should enjoy half his revenue”. The villain! Go seek him, apprehend him, Edmund! (Exit Gloster)
Edgar (Entering): How now, brother Edmund!

Edmund: When you saw my father last, did you part on good terms?
Edgar: Ay
Edmund: Think how you may have offended him, he’s in a rage against you!
Edgar: Some villain hath done me wrong…
Edmund: That’s my fear. Stay with me until his rage abates, and if you go out, go arm’d.
Edgar: Armed?!
Edmund: Brother, I advise you for the best! Come, retire with me to my lodging. (Both exit)
Kent: Now, if I can borrow another accent, I can still serve my master, whom I love.
Lear: How now, what art thou?
Kent: A man, sir, who would serve you.
Lear: And what can you do?
(Chorus gives examples of things that he can do… make them up. Oswald crosses stage)
Lear: You, sirrah, where is my daughter? (Oswald doesn’t answer)
Attendant: My lord, I think you are no longer treated with the same kindness by the servants here, nor by your daughter or the duke.
(Oswald crosses the stage again, and Lear smacks him)
Oswald: I’ll not be struck, my lord!
Kent (tripping him): Or tripped, you base football player.
Lear: I thank thee, fellow: thou servest me and I’ll love thee.
(Enter Goneril)
Lear: How now, Goneril! You are too much of late i’ the frown.
Goneril: Sir, your inolent advisers are rowdy. They’re breaking into riots! I’ve already told you, a hundred times.
Lear: Doth any here know me? Why this is not Lear. Your name, fair gentlewoman?!
Goneril: I’m only going to say this once – your court is more like a riotous inn. Get rid of some of them, and quickly.
Lear: Degenerate bastard! I have another daughter who is kind and comfortable. When she hears of this she’ll scratch your wolfish face off! (Exits)

Goneril: Away to horse and hasten to my sister. She will not keep him and his riotous gang when I have shown their unfitness.