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LEAR, King of Britain.
King of .
Gonerill, Regan, Cordelia,
Daughters to Lear.
Knights attending on the King, Officers, Mefen
gers, Soldiers, and Attendants.
SCENE lyes in Britain.
Enter Kent, Gloster, and Edmund the Bastard.
Κ Ε Ν Τ.
Thought the King had more affe&ed the
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 moft; for
qualities 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 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, e'er 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. fo
Glo. But I have a Son, Sir, by order of Law, some Year elder than this; who, yet is no dearer in iny Account, though this Knave came somewhat sawcily to the World before he was sent for: Yet was his Mother fair, there was good sport at his making, and the whorson must be acknow, ledged. Do you know this Nobleman, Edmund?
Baft. No, my Lord.
Glo. My Lord of Kent;
Baft. My services to your Lordship.
Glo. He hath been out nine Years, and away he shall again. The King is coming. Enter King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Gonerill, Regan, Cor
delia, and Attendants. Laer. Attend the Lords of France and Burgundy, Gloster. Glo. I shall, my Lord.
you shall we say doth love us most;
Gon. Sir, I love you more than word can wield the matter,
As much as Child e’er lov'd, or Father found.
Cor. What shall Cordelia speak? Love, and be filent.
Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this Line, to this,
Reg. I am made of that felf-metal as my Sister,
Cor. Then, poor Cordelia!
Laer. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever,
Cor. Nothing, my Lord.
Cord. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
Lear. How, how, Cordelia ? Mend your speech a little,
Cor. Good, my Lord,
and most honour you. Why