李尔王话剧剧本英文(2)

　　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.