You hear my spell is lawful; do not shun her, You kill here double. Nay, present your hand; Is the become the suitor. Leo. Oh, she's warm; If this be magick, let it be an art Lawful as eating. Pol. She embraces him. be tre d Cam. She hangs about his neck; If she pertain to life, let her speak too. ( [Embracing ber. " Pol. Ay, and make manifest where the has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead. Pau. That she is living, 1 Were it but told you, should be hooted at And pray your mother's blessing ; turn, good Lady, Our Perdita is found. [Presenting Perdita, zubo kneels to Her. Her. You Gods, look down, And from your sacred vials pour your graces Pau. There's time enough for that; Leo. O peace, Paulina : Thou should'st a husband take by my consent, And made between's by vows. Thou haft found mine, I 1 But But how, is to be question'd; for I faw her, Is richly noted; and here justified By us, a pair of Kings. Let's from this place. That e'er I put between your holy looks My ill fufpicion this your son-in-law, " ۱ [Exeunt omnes. Knights attending on the King, Officers, Messengers SCENE lyes in Britain........ KING G be K G this De KING LEAR. Kent. ACT I. SCENE I Enter Kent, Glo'ster, and Edmund the Bastard. Thought the King had more affected the Duke It did always feem so 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 ? 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 she grew round-womb'd, and had indeed, Sir, a son for her cradle, ere she had a husoand 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 fon, Sir, by order of law, some years elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account; though this knave came somewhat sawcily into the world before he was fent for, yet was his mother fair, there was good sport at his making, and the whorson must be acknowledg'd. Do you know this nobleman, Edmund? Baft. No, my Lord. |