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ACT THE FIRST.
Enter EDMUND. Edm. Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law My services are bound: why am I then Depriv'd of a son's right, because I came not In the dull road that custom has prescrib'd Why bastard Wherefore base? when I can boast
A mind as gen’rous, and a shape as true
As honest madam's issue Why are we
As to legitimate Edgar; with success
I've practis'd yet on both their easy natures—
Enter KENT and GLost ER. Glost. Nay, good my Lord, your charity