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SCENE I.-A room of State in King Lear's Palace.
Enter KENT, GLOSTER, and EDMUND. Kent. I thought the king had more affected the duke of Albany, than Cornwall.
Glo. 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 ?
Glo. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge: I have so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it.
Kent. I cannot conceive you.
Glo. 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.
Glo. But I have a son, sir, by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account :
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though this knave came something saucily into 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 ?
Edm. No, my lord.
Glo. My lord of Kent : remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.
Edm. My services to your lordship.
Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again.—The king is coming.
Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN,
CORDELIA, and Attendants. Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloster. Glo. I shall, my liege. [Exeunt GLOSTER and EDMUND.
Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. Give me the map there.-Know, that we have divided In three our kingdom ; and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburden'd 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 princes, France and Bur
gundy, Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn,
And here are to be answer'd.-Tell me, my daughters,
Reg. I am made of that self metal as my sister,
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Which the most precious sphere of sense possesses,
Then, poor Cordelia ! [Aside.
Lear. To thee and thine, hereditary ever,
Cor. Nothing, my lord.
Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
Lear. How? how, Cordelia ? mend your speech a little,
Good my lord,
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That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry
Lear. But goes this with thy heart?
Ay, my good lord.
Lear. Let it be so : thy truth, then, be thy dower;
Good my liege,-