A Journal of the Plague Year Paper Everything needed is attached. There are questions from which we have to choose only one and expand. Choose only ONE 1.

A Journal of the Plague Year Paper Everything needed is attached. There are questions from which we have to choose only one and expand. Choose only ONE
1. Prove or disprove: H.F.’s experiences during the plague condition him into a sympathetic
narrator who values different worldviews and people from across the socio-economic
spectrum.
2. How does H.F. narrate trauma? Are “stories” representative of the plague or do they
obscure the larger experiences of London society? Are words, at times, insufficient?
How does he compensate for this lack? How does he enhance/enrich language to depict
the plague for posterity?
3. Analyze how the plague informs King Lear’s anxiety with the bounded self. How does
the plague figure into Lear’s (and other characters’) especial revulsion for those who
declare their independence from the socio-political order, institutional power, or
expectations of how women/men are supposed to behave (assumptions about gender
categories must be supported by the evidence in the play)?
4. How do the characters in King Lear try to expand their sense of a national body (one that
appreciates the natural world and includes people of different socio-economic classes)?
How will this new national body protect itself from “sickness” (a body prone to decay
and disorder)? What do the characters who survive represent?
5. As I mentioned during the Coleridge unit, violating nature unleashes a sometimes-deadly
response. Does the poem/poet speak for or speak over nature (and thus contribute to
encroaching on, silencing, and “killing” it)?
6. Like King Lear, boundaries (in this case, geographical and ethical) are permeated. What
are the repercussions? What solutions does the poem present to these violations? Do
they seem likely to redress the sins committed by humans?
7. How does Brontë represent or figure Helen Burns’s consumption? How does this
representation differ from other diseases to which the characters succumb?
8. In Brontë’s novel, how does one persevere around/after death? How does Jane negotiate
the psychological toll and socio-economic repercussions that attend pandemics?
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King Lear
By William Shakespeare
Edited by Barbara A. Mowat and Paul Werstine
with Michael Poston and Rebecca Niles
Folger Shakespeare Library
http://www.folgerdigitaltexts.org/?chapter=5&play=Lr
Created on Apr 23, 2016, from FDT version 0.9.2.1.
Characters in the Play
LEAR, king of Britain
GONERIL, Lear’s eldest daughter
DUKE OF ALBANY, her husband
OSWALD, her steward
REGAN, Lear’s second daughter
DUKE OF CORNWALL, her husband
CORDELIA, Lear’s youngest daughter
KING OF FRANCE, her suitor and then husband
DUKE OF BURGUNDY, her suitor
EARL OF KENT
FOOL
EARL OF GLOUCESTER
EDGAR, his elder son
EDMUND, his younger and illegitimate son
CURAN, gentleman of Gloucester’s household
OLD MAN, a tenant of Gloucester’s
KNIGHT, serving Lear
GENTLEMEN
Three SERVANTS
MESSENGERS
DOCTOR
CAPTAINS
HERALD
Knights in Lear’s train, Servants, Officers, Soldiers, Attendants,
Gentlemen
ACT 1
Scene 1
Enter Kent, Gloucester, and Edmund.
KENT I thought the King had more affected the Duke
of Albany than Cornwall.
GLOUCESTER It did always seem so to us, but now in
the division of the kingdom, it appears not which
of the dukes he values most, for equalities are so
weighed that curiosity in neither can make choice
of either’s moiety.
KENT Is not this your son, my lord?
GLOUCESTER His breeding, sir, hath been at my
charge. I have so often blushed to acknowledge
him that now I am brazed to ’t.
KENT I cannot conceive you.
GLOUCESTER Sir, this young fellow’s mother could,
whereupon she grew round-wombed and had indeed,
sir, a son for her cradle ere she had a husband
for her bed. Do you smell a fault?
KENT I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it
being so proper.
GLOUCESTER But I have a son, sir, by order of law,
some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in
my account. Though this knave came something
saucily to the world before he was sent for, yet was
his mother fair, there was good sport at his making,
and the whoreson must be acknowledged.—Do you
know this noble gentleman, Edmund?
EDMUND No, my lord.
GLOUCESTER My lord of Kent. Remember him hereafter
as my honorable friend.
EDMUND My services to your Lordship.
KENT I must love you and sue to know you better.
EDMUND Sir, I shall study deserving.
GLOUCESTER He hath been out nine years, and away he
shall again. (Sennet.) The King is coming.
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Enter King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan,
Cordelia, and Attendants.
LEAR
Attend the lords of France and Burgundy,
Gloucester.
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GLOUCESTER I shall, my lord.
He exits.
LEAR
Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.—
Give me the map there.
He is handed a map.
Know that we have divided
In three our kingdom, and ’tis our fast intent
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To shake all cares and business from our age,
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
Unburdened crawl toward death. Our son of
Cornwall
And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
We have this hour a constant will to publish
Our daughters’ several dowers, that future strife
May be prevented now.
The two great princes, France and Burgundy,
Great rivals in our youngest daughter’s love,
Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn
And here are to be answered. Tell me, my
daughters—
Since now we will divest us both of rule,
Interest of territory, cares of state—
Which of you shall we say doth love us most,
That we our largest bounty may extend
Where nature doth with merit challenge. Goneril,
Our eldest born, speak first.
GONERIL
Sir, I love you more than word can wield the
matter,
Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty,
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare,
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor;
As much as child e’er loved, or father found;
A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable.
Beyond all manner of so much I love you.
CORDELIA, aside
What shall Cordelia speak? Love, and be silent.
LEAR, pointing to the map
Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,
With shadowy forests and with champains riched,
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 of Cornwall? Speak.
REGAN
I am made of that self mettle as my sister
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 ponderous than my tongue.
LEAR
To thee and thine hereditary ever
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom,
No less in space, validity, and pleasure
Than that conferred on Goneril.—Now, our joy,
Although our last and least, to whose young love
The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
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Strive to be interessed, what can you say to draw
A third more opulent than your sisters’? Speak.
CORDELIA Nothing, my lord.
LEAR Nothing?
CORDELIA Nothing.
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, no more nor less.
LEAR
How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,
Lest you 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 honor 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.
LEAR But goes thy heart with this?
CORDELIA Ay, my good lord.
LEAR So young and so untender?
CORDELIA So young, my lord, and true.
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 forever. The barbarous
Scythian,
Or he that makes his generation messes
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbored, pitied, and relieved
As thou my sometime daughter.
KENT Good my liege—
LEAR Peace, Kent.
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
I loved her most and thought to set my rest
On her kind nursery. To Cordelia. Hence and avoid
my sight!—
So be my grave my peace as here I give
Her father’s heart from her.—Call France. Who stirs?
Call Burgundy. An Attendant exits. Cornwall and
Albany,
With my two daughters’ dowers digest the third.
Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
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I do invest you jointly with my power,
Preeminence, and all the large effects
That troop with majesty. Ourself by monthly course,
With reservation of an hundred knights
By you to be sustained, shall our abode
Make with you by due turn. Only we shall retain
The name and all th’ addition to a king.
The sway, revenue, execution of the rest,
Belovèd sons, be yours, which to confirm,
This coronet part between you.
KENT Royal Lear,
Whom I have ever honored as my king,
Loved as my father, as my master followed,
As my great patron thought on in my prayers—
LEAR
The bow is bent and drawn. Make from the shaft.
KENT
Let it fall rather, though the fork invade
The region of my heart. Be Kent unmannerly
When Lear is mad. What wouldst thou do, old man?
Think’st thou that duty shall have dread to speak
When power to flattery bows? To plainness honor’s
bound
When majesty falls to folly. Reserve thy state,
And in thy best consideration check
This hideous rashness. Answer my life my
judgment,
Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least,
Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds
Reverb no hollowness.
LEAR Kent, on thy life, no more.
KENT
My life I never held but as a pawn
To wage against thine enemies, nor fear to lose
it,
Thy safety being motive.
LEAR Out of my sight!
KENT
See better, Lear, and let me still remain
The true blank of thine eye.
LEAR Now, by Apollo—
KENT Now, by Apollo, king,
Thou swear’st thy gods in vain.
LEAR O vassal! Miscreant!
ALBANY/CORNWALL Dear sir, forbear.
KENT
Kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow
Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift,
Or whilst I can vent clamor from my throat,
I’ll tell thee thou dost evil.
LEAR
Hear me, recreant; on thine allegiance, hear me!
That thou hast sought to make us break our vows—
Which we durst never yet—and with strained pride
To come betwixt our sentence and our power,
Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,
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Our potency made good, take thy reward:
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 tenth day following
Thy banished trunk be found in our dominions,
The moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter,
This shall not be revoked.
KENT
Fare thee well, king. Sith 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 Goneril and Regan. 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.
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He exits.
Flourish. Enter Gloucester with France, and Burgundy,
and Attendants.
GLOUCESTER
Here’s France and Burgundy, my noble lord.
LEAR My lord of Burgundy,
We first address toward you, who with this king
Hath rivaled for our daughter. What in the least
Will you require in present dower with her,
Or cease your quest of love?
BURGUNDY Most royal Majesty,
I crave no more than hath your Highness offered,
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 fallen. Sir, there she stands.
If aught within that little seeming substance,
Or all of it, with our displeasure pieced
And nothing more, may fitly like your Grace,
She’s there, and she is yours.
BURGUNDY I know no answer.
LEAR
Will you, with those infirmities she owes,
Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,
Dowered with our curse and strangered with our
oath,
Take her or leave her?
BURGUNDY Pardon me, royal sir,
Election makes not up in such conditions.
LEAR
Then leave her, sir, for by the power that made me
I tell you all her wealth.—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
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Than on a wretch whom Nature is ashamed
Almost t’ acknowledge hers.
FRANCE This is most strange,
That she whom even but now was your best
object,
The argument of your praise, balm of your age,
The best, the dearest, should in this trice of time
Commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle
So many folds of favor. Sure her offense
Must be of such unnatural degree
That monsters it, or your forevouched affection
Fall into taint; which to believe of her
Must be a faith that reason without miracle
Should never plant in me.
CORDELIA, to Lear I yet beseech your Majesty—
If for I want that glib and oily art
To speak and purpose not, since what I well
intend
I’ll do ’t before I speak—that you make known
It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness,
No unchaste action or dishonored step
That hath deprived me of your grace and favor,
But even for want of that for which I am richer:
A still-soliciting eye and such a tongue
That I am glad I have not, though not to have it
Hath lost me in your liking.
LEAR Better thou
Hadst not been born than not t’ have pleased me
better.
FRANCE
Is it but this—a tardiness in nature
Which often leaves the history unspoke
That it intends to do?—My lord of Burgundy,
What say you to the lady? Love’s not love
When it is mingled with regards that stands
Aloof from th’ entire point. Will you have her?
She is herself a dowry.
BURGUNDY, to Lear Royal king,
Give but that portion which yourself proposed,
And here I take Cordelia by the hand,
Duchess of Burgundy.
LEAR
Nothing. I have sworn. I am firm.
BURGUNDY, to Cordelia
I am sorry, then, you have so lost a father
That you must lose a husband.
CORDELIA Peace be with
Burgundy.
Since that respect and fortunes are his love,
I shall not be his wife.
FRANCE
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich being poor;
Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised,
Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon,
Be it lawful I take up what’s cast away.
Gods, gods! ’Tis strange that from their cold’st
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My love should kindle to enflamed respect.—
Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my
chance,
Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France.
Not all the dukes of wat’rish Burgundy
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Can buy this unprized precious maid of me.—
Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind.
Thou losest here a better where to find.
LEAR
Thou hast her, France. Let her be thine, for we
Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
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That face of hers again. To Cordelia. Therefore
begone
Without our grace, our love, our benison.—
Come, noble Burgundy.
Flourish. All but France, Cordelia,
Goneril, and Regan exit.
FRANCE Bid farewell to your sisters.
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CORDELIA
The jewels of our father, with washed eyes
Cordelia leaves you. I know you what you are,
And like a sister am most loath to call
Your faults as they are named. Love well our
father.
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To your professèd bosoms I commit him;
But yet, alas, stood I within his grace,
I would prefer him to a better place.
So farewell to you both.
REGAN
Prescribe not us our duty.
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GONERIL Let your study
Be to content your lord, who hath received you
At Fortune’s alms. You have obedience scanted
And well are worth the want that you have wanted.
CORDELIA
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides,
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Who covers faults at last with shame derides.
Well may you prosper.
FRANCE Come, my fair Cordelia.
France and Cordelia exit.
GONERIL Sister, it is not little I have to say of what
most nearly appertains to us both. I think our
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father will hence tonight.
REGAN That’s most certain, and with you; next month
with us.
GONERIL You see how full of changes his age is; the
observation we have made of it hath not been
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little. He always loved our sister most, and with
what poor judgment he hath now cast her off
appears too grossly.
REGAN ’Tis the infirmity of his age. Yet he hath ever
but slenderly known himself.
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GONERIL The best and soundest of his time hath been
but rash. Then must we look from his age to
receive not alone the imperfections of long-engraffed
condition, but therewithal the unruly waywardness
that infirm and choleric years bring with
them.
REGAN Such unconstant starts are we like to have
from him as this of Kent’s banishment.
GONERIL There is further compliment of leave-taking
between France and him. Pray you, let us sit
together. If our father carry authority with such
disposition as he bears, this last surrender of his will
but offend us.
REGAN We shall further think of it.
GONERIL We must do something, and i’ th’ heat.
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Scene 2
Enter Edmund, the Bastard.
EDMUND
Thou, Nature, art my goddess. To thy law
My services are bound. Wherefore should I
Stand in the plague of custom, and permit
The curiosity of nations to deprive me
For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines
Lag of a brother? why “bastard”? Wherefore “base,”
When my dimensions are as well compact,
My mind as generous and my shape as true
As honest madam’s issue? Why brand they us
With “base,” with “baseness,” “bastardy,” “base,”
“base,”
Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take
More composition and fierce quality
Than doth within a dull, stale, tired bed
Go to th’ creating a whole tribe of fops
Got ’tween asleep and wake? Well then,
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land.
Our father’s love is to the bastard Edmund
As to th’ legitimate. Fine word, “legitimate.”
Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed
And my invention thrive, Edmund the base
Shall top th’ legitimate. I grow, I prosper.
Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
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Enter Gloucester.
GLOUCESTER
Kent banished thus? And France in choler parted?
And the King gone tonight, prescribed his power,
Confined to exhibition? All this done
Upon the gad?—Edmund, how now? What news?
EDMUND So please your Lordship, none. He puts a
paper in his pocket.
GLOUCESTER Why so earnestly seek you to put up that
letter?
EDMUND I know no news, my lord.
GLOUCESTER What paper were you reading?
EDMUND Nothing, my lord.
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GLOUCESTER No? What needed then that terrible dispatch
of it into your pocket? The quality of nothing
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hath not such need to hide itself. Let’s see. Come, if
it be nothing, I shall not need spectacles.
EDMUND I beseech you, sir, pardon me. It is a letter
from my brother that I have not all o’erread; and
for so much as I have perused, I find it not fit for
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your o’erlooking.
GLOUCESTER Give me the letter, sir.
EDMUND I shall offend either to detain or give it. The
contents, as in part I understand them, are to
blame.
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GLOUCESTER Let’s see, let’s see.
Edmund gives him the paper.
EDMUND I hope, for my brother’s justification, he
wrote this but as an essay or taste of my virtue.
GLOUCESTER (reads) This policy and reverence of age
makes the world bitter to the best of our times, keeps
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our fortunes from us till our oldness cannot relish
them. I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the
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