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Enter Kent, Glofler, and Edmund the Bastard.
Kent. Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.
Glo. It did always seem so to us : but now, in the divifion of the kingdom, it appears not which of the Dukes he values most; for qualities are so weigh’d, that curiofity + in neither can make choice of either's moiety. Vol. VI.
+ Curiosity, for exacteft forutiny.
Kent. Is not this
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 the grew round-womb’d; and had indeed, Sir, a fon 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: though this k nave came somewhat faucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair ; there was good sport at his making, and the whorson must be acknowledged. Do you know this Nobleman, Ed. mund ? Edm. No,
Edm. My services to your Lordship.
he shall again.
[Trumpets found, within, The King is coming.
- SCENE II. Enter King Lear, Cornwall
, Albany, Gonorill, Regan, Cordelia, and Attendants. Lear. Attend the Lords of France and Burgundy,
[Exit. Lear. Mean time we ihall express our darkerf purpose. Give me
map here : know, we have divided, In three, our kingdom ; and 'tis our first intent, To shake all cares and business from our age : Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburthen'd crawl tow’rd death. Our fon of Cornwall,
And + Darker, for more fecrct; not for indirett, oblique.
And you, our no less loving fòn of Albany,
Gon. I love you, Sir,
Reg. I'm made of that self-metal as my filter,
[Afides. And yet not so, since I am sure my love's. More pond'rous than their tongue
Lear. To thee and thine, heriditary ever, Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom ;
No t is er beyond all expression.
No less in space, validity t, and pleasure,
Cor. Nothing, my Lord.
Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
Lear. How, how, Cordelia? mend your speech a little, Left you may mar your
fortunes. Cor. Good
lov'd I Return those duties back, as are right fit ; Obey you,
love you, and most honour you.
fifters, To love
Lear. Let it be fo, thy truth then be thy dower :
As of Validity, for wortb, value; not for integrity, or good title.