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Knights attending on the King, Officers, Messengers, Soldiers

and Attendants.

SCENE, Britain.

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KING LEAR.

ACT I. SCENE I.

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 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: Į have so 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-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 the 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 honourable friend.

Edm. My services to your lordship.

Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you better. Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving.

Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again :-The king is coming. [Trumpets sound within. Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GONERIL, RE GAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants.

Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Glo. I shall, my liege. [Gloster. [Exeunt GLOSTER, and EDMUND. Lear. Mean time we shall express our darker

purpose.

The map there.-Know, that we have divided,
In three, our kingdom: and 'tis our fast intent
To shake all cares and business from our age;
Conferring them on younger stengths, while we
Unburden'd crawl toward death.-Our son of Corn--
And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
We have this hour a constant will to publish

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Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife
May be prevented now. The princes, France and
Burgundy,

Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,

Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, And here are to be answer'd.-Tell me, my daughters, (Since now we will divest us, both of rule,

Interest of territory, cares of state),

Which of you, shall we say, doth love us most?
That we our largest bounty may extend

Where nature doth with merit challenge.-Goneril,
Our eldest-born, speak first.

Gon. Sir, I

Do love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty;

Beyond what can be valued, rich, or rare;

No less than life with grace, health, beauty, honour:
As much as child ere lov'd, or father found.
A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable;
Beyond all manner of so much I love you.