King Lear. A TRAGEDY, BY WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. ACCURATELY PRINTED FROM THE TEXT OP MR. STEEVENS'S LAST EDITION. PERSONS REPRESENTED. Lear, King of Britain. a Knights attending on the King, Officers, Messengers, Soldiers, and Attendants. Scene, Britain. KING LE AR. ACT I. SCENE I. A ROOM OF STATE IN KING LEAR'S PALACE. + Enter Kent, Glo'ster, 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 weigh’d, 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 blush'd 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, sir, a son by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my a a B account: though this knave came somewhat 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. Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you better. Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving. away he shall again:—The king is coming. [Trumpets sound within. years, and · Enter Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia, and Attendants, Glo'ster. [Exeunt Glo'ster and Edmund. Lear. Mean-time 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, |