EndLENFILM
First Artistic Association
KING LEAR
Based on the tragedy by Shakespeare
Written and directed by
Grigory KOZINTSEV
Director of Photography
Ionas GRITSIUS
Production Designers - Ye. YENEJ
V. ULITKO, S. VIRSALADZE
Music by Dmitri SHOSTAKOVICH
Sound by E. VANUNTS
Cast:
King Lear - Jyuri JYARVET
Goneril - E. RADZINYR
Regan - G. VOLCHEK
Cordelia - V. SHENDRIKOVA
Fool - O. DAL
Gloster - K. SEBRIS
Edgar - L. MERZIN
Edmund - R. ADOMAITIS
Kent - V. YEMELYANOV
Duke of Cornwall - A. VOKACH
Duke of Albany - D. BANIONIS
Oswald - A. PETRENKO
King of France - I. BUDRAITIS
I thought the king had more affected
the Duke of Albany
than Cornwall.
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.
Is not this your son, my lord?
I have so often blushed
to acknowledge him,
that now I am brazed to it.
I cannot conceive you.
This young fellow's mother could:
She had a son for her cradle before
she had a husband for her bed.
Do you smell a fault?
I cannot wish the fault undone,
the issue of it
being so proper.
But I have a son, sir,
by order of law,
some year elder than this.
Attend the Lords of France
and Burgundy, Gloster.
I shall, my liege.
Meantime we shall express
our darker purpose.
Know all.
Know all:
We have divided
in three our kingdom.
Tis our intent to shake all cares
from our age,
conferring them on younger strengths,
while we unburdened crawl
toward death.
Our son of Cornwall,
and you, our son of Albany, we have
this hour a constant will to publish
our daughters' several dowers,
that future strife
may be prevented now.
The princes,
France and Burgundy,
great rivals in our youngest
daughter's love,
long here are to be answered.
Tell me, my daughters...
which of you
doth love us most?
That we our largest bounty may extend
where nature doth with merit
challenge.
Goneril, our eldest born,
speak first.
I love you more than
words 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, honour.
As much as child e'er loved,
or father found.
A love that makes my speech unable,
beyond all manner so much I love you.
What shall Cordelia do?
Of all these bounds, even from this
line to this,
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.
I am made of that self metal
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.
And find am alone felicitate
in your dear highness' love.
In your dear highness' love.
To thee and thine hereditary ever
remain this ample third of our fair
kingdom.
Then poor Cordelia!
And yet not so,
since my love's more richer
than my tongue.
Now, ourjoy,
what can you say to draw a third
more opulent than your sisters'?
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing?
Nothing.
Nothing will come of nothing.
Speak again.
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
my heart into my mouth.
I love your majesty
according to my bond,
nor more nor less.
Cordelia, mend your speech a little,
lest it may mar your fortunes.
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 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.
But goes thy heart with this?
Ay, good my lord.
So young, and so untender?
So young, my lord, and true.
Let it be so, -
thy truth, then, be your dower!
For, by the sacred
radiance of the sun,
here I disclaim all my paternal care,