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THE

LIFE and DEATH

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KING LEAR.

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Knights attending on the King, Officers, Messengers, Soldiers and Attendants.

SCENE lyes in Britain.

KING

KING LEAR.

ACT I. SCENE I.

SCENE A Palace.

Enter Kent, Glo'fter, and Edmund the Baftard.

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 division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the Dukes he values moft; for qualities are fo weigh'd, that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety.

Kent. Is not this your fon, my lord?

Glo. His breeding, Sir, hath been at my charge. I 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-womb'd, and had indeed, Sir, a fon for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you fmell a fault?

Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the iffue of it being fo proper.

Glo. But I have a fon, Sir, by order of law, fome year elder

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than this; who yet is no dearer in my account, though this knave came fomewhat fawcily to the world before he was fent for; yet was his mother fair, there was good fport at his making, and the whorfon must be acknowledg'd. Do you know this nobleman, Edmund?

Baft. No, my lord.

Glo. My lord of Kent ;

Remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.

Baft. My fervices to your lordship.

Kent. I must love you, and fue to know you better.

Bast. Sir, I shall study your deferving.

Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he fhall again. The King is coming.

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To them, Enter King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Gonerill, Regan, Cordelia, and attendants.

Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy.

Glo. I fhall, my Liege,

Lear. Mean time we shall exprefs our darker purpose.

Give me the Map here.

Know, we have divided

In three, our kingdom; and 'tis our intent,

To shake all cares and business from our age,
Conferring them on younger ftrengths, while we
Unburthen'd crawl tow'rd death. Our fon of Cornwall,

And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
We have this hour a conftant will to publish
Our daughters fev'ral Dow'rs, that future ftrifé

May be prevented now. The Princes France and Burgundy,
Great rivals in our younger daughter's love,

Long in our court have made their am'rous fojourn,
And here are to be anfwer'd. Tell me, daughters,

[Exit.

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