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LEAR, King of Britain.,
Servants to Glo'fter.
Knights attending on the King, Officers; Messengers,
Soldiers, and Attendants.
SCENE lies in Britain.
Of this Play the Editions are, I. Quarto, 1608, by Natha- first quarto, even in the errours: niel Butler.
of the press. II. In the folio of 1623.
This edition, like all the other, III. Quarto, by Jane Bell, except Bell's, is given from the fo1655. This edition is of no lio. "The variations are somevalue, for, neglecting the better times noted. copy in the folio, it follows the
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The KING'S PALACE.
Enter Kent, Glo'ster, and Edmund the Bastard.
Thought, the King had more affected the Duke of
Gló. It did always seem fo to us, but now, ' in the Division of the Kingdom, it appears not, which of the dukes he values most; 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 ?
in the division of the king- performed as subsequent reasons dom] There is something of ob- ihould determine hím. scurity or inaccuracy in this · Equalities. 4to. preparatory scene.
3 that curiosity in neither] C#-* has already divided his kingdom, riosity, for exactest scrutiny. The and yet when he enters he exa- sense of the whole sentence is, mines his daughters, to discover The qualities and properties of in what proportions he should the several divifions are so divide it. Perhaps Kent and weighed and balanced against Gloucester only were privy to his one another, that the exactest design, which he ftill kept in his fcrutiny could not determine in own hands, to be changed or preferring one share to the other.
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 she 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 have a son, Sir, by order of law, 4 some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account. Though this knave came somewhat faucily to 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 Nobleman, Edzund?
Edm. No, my Lord.
Glo. My Lord of Kert.
Edm. My services to your Lordship.
[Trumpet sounds within. - The King is coming.
4 fome year older than this,] The Oxford Editor, not understanding the common phrase, alters year to years. He did not consider the Bastard says,
For that I am fome twelve or
fourteen moon-shines Lag of a Brother.