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Enter Kent, Gloster, and Edmund the Bastard.
I Thought the King had more affected the Duke
Glo. It did always seem so to us : but now, in the divifion of the kingdom, it appears not which of the Dukes he values moft ; for qualities are so weigh’d, that curio. lity + in neither can make choice of either's moiety, Vol. VI.
† Curiosity, for exacteft fcruting.
K’ent. Is not this
Lord ? Glo. His breeding, Sir, hath been at my charge. I have fo often blush'd to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd to't.
Kent. I cannot conceive you,
Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could ; whereupon the grew round-womb’d; 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.
Glo. But I hare a son, Sir, by order of law, some year, elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account: though this knave came somewhat faucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair ; there was good sport at his making, and the whorson must be acknowledged. Do you know this Nobleman, Ed. mund ? Edm. No, my
Edm. My services to your Lordship.
he shall again.
[Trumpets found, within, The King is coming.
SCENE II. Enter King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Gonerill, Regan,
Cordelia, and Attendants.
[Exit. Lear. Mean time we ihall express our darkerf purpose. Give me the
here : know, we have divided, In three, our kingdom ; and 'tis our first intent, To shake all cares and business from our age : Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburthen'd crawl tow'rd death. Our son of Cornwall,
And - Darker, for more secret; not for indireli, oblique.
And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
Gon. I love you, Sir,
. Afde. Lear. Of all these bounds, ev'n from this line to this, With shadowy forests and with champions rich'd, With plenteous rivers, and wide-skirted meads, We make thee lady. To thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual. What fays our fecond daughter, Our dearest Regan, wife of Cornwall? fpeak. Reg. I'm made of that self-metal
Lear. To thee and thine, heriditary ever, Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom;
No * i. e beyond all expreffion.
No less in space, validity t, and pleasure,
Cor. Nothing, my Lord.
Lear. How, how, Cordelia ? mend your speech a little, Left you may mar your
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 To love my father all..
Lear. But goes thy heart with this?
Lear. Let it be fo, thy truth then be thy dower :
gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
As of Validity, for wortb, value; not for integrity, or good title.