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That on the touching of her lips I may
Melt, and no more be seen. O, come, be buried
My heart Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.
[Kneels to THAISA.
I know you not.
Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre, I left behind an ancient substitute.
Can you remember what I called the man?
I have named him oft.
'Twas Helicanus, then.
Per. Still confirmation.
Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man,
The gods can have no mortal officer
I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer
Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit,
Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen, We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves Will in that kingdom spend our following days; Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign. Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay, To hear the rest untold.-Sir, lead the way.
Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have heard
A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty;
That him and his they in his palace burn.
To punish them; although not done, but meant.
Knights attending on the King, Officers, Messengers, Soldiers,
SCENE I. A Room of State in King Lear's Palace. Enter KENT, GLOSTER, and Edmund.
Kent. I THOUGHT the king had more affected the duke of Albany, than Cornwall.
Glo. It did always seem so to us; but now, in the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most; for equalities are so weighed, 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 so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it.
Kent. I cannot conceive you.
Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon she grew round-wombed; 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, sir, a son by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account. Though this knave came somewhat saucily into 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 noble gentleman, Edmund?
Edm. No, my lord.
Glo. My lord of Kent. Remember him hereafter as my honorable friend.
Edm. My services to your lordship.