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King L E A R.
Enter Bastard folus.
HOU. Nature art my Goddefs ; to,
thy Law T
My. Services are bound; why am I
I came not
Well then, legitimate Edgar, to thy Right
Enter Kent and Gloster.
Kent. Be not too rash; all may be Forgery,
Son. Gloft. Plead with the Scas, and reason down the Winds... Yet Thalt thou ne'er convince me: I have seen His foul Designs through all a Father's Fondness :: But be this Lighe and thou my Witnesses, That I discard him here from
my Poffessions, Divorce him from my Heart, my Blood, and Name,
Baft. It works as I cou'd with ; I'll thew myself.
Gloft. Ha ! Edmund! welcome Boy. Q Kent, see here Inverted Nature, Glofier's Shame and Glory : This By born, the wild Sally of my Youth, Pursues me with all filial Offices ; Whilft Edgar, beg'd of Heaven, and born in Honour, Draws Plagues' on my white Head, that
me ftill To curse. in Age the Pleasure of
Youch. Nay, weep not, Edmund, for thy Brother's Crimes.. O generous Boy! thou sharit but half his Blood, Yet lov'st beyond the Kindness of a Brother : But I'll reward thy Virtuc.. Follow me. My Lord, you wait the King, who comes resolvid To quit the Toils of Empire, and divide His Realms amongst his Daughters. Heaven succeed it ;-: But much I fear the Change,
Kent. I grieve to fee him
Gloft. Alas ! 'tis the Infirmity of his Age :
Exeunt Gloft. and Baft. Flourish. Enter Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Burgundy, Edgar, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia, Edgar speaking to Cordelia at Entrance.
Edgar. Cordelia, Royal Fair, turn yet once more,
Card. Alas ! what wou'd the wretched Edgar with
Ļear. Attend my Lords of Albany and Cornwall,
Alb. We do, my Liege.
Lear. Give me this Map Know, Lords, we have In Three our Kingdom, having now resolv'd [divided To disengage from our long Toil of State, Conferring all upon your younger Years ; You Burgundy, Cornwall and Albany, Long in our Court have made your amorous Sojourn, And now are to be answer'd. Tell me, my Daughters, Which of you loves us moft, that we may place Our largest Bounty with our largest Merit. Goneril, our Eldest-born, speak first.
Gon. Sir, I do love you more than Words can utter, Beyond what can be valu'd Rich, or Rare ; Nor Liberty, nor Sight, Health, Fame, or Beauty, Are half so dear ; my Life for you were vile ; As much as Child can love the best of Fathers.
Lear. Of all these Bounds, e'en from this Line to this, With Nady Forests, and wide-fkirted Meads, We make thee Lady ; to thine and Albany's Itsue Be this perpetual. What says our second Daughter?
Reg. My Sister, Sir, in Part, expreft my Love ;
Lear. Therefore to thee and thine Hereditary
Cor. Now comes my Trial, how am I dittrest! [ Afiden That must with cold Speech tempt the Cholrick King Rather to leave me Dowerless, than condemn me To loath'd Embraces.
Lear. Speak now our last, not least in our dear Love, So ends my Talk of State- -Cordelia, speak. What canit thou say to win a richer Third Than what thy Sisters gain'd?
Cord. Now must my Love in Words, fall short of theirsg. As much as it exceeds in Truth -Nothing, my Lord.
Lear. Nothing can come of Nothing, speak again.
Cord. Unhappy am I that I cannot diffemble :
Lear. Take heed, Cordelia ;
Cord. O my Liege !
my Sisters, To love my Father all.
Lear. And goes thy Heart with this ?