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Better thou Hadst not been born, than not to have pleas'd me
Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm.
Peace be with Burgundy! Since that respects of fortune are his love, I shall not be his wife. France. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being
poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov’d, despis’d! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon: Be it lawful, I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods! 'tis strange, that from their 'cold'st
neglect My love should kindle to inflam'd respect.Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my
Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France:
Lear. Thou hast her, France: let her be thine;
Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
Albany, Gloster, and Attendants.
Cor. The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes
Let your study
Cor. Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides; Who cover faults, at last shame them derides. Well may you prosper!
Come, my fair Cordelia.
[Eveunt France and Cordelia. Gon. Sister, it is not a little I have to say, of what most nearly appertains to us both. I think, our father will hence to-night.
Reg. That's most certain, and with you; next month with us.
Gon. You see how full of changes his age is; the observation we have made of it hath not been little: he always loved our sister most; and with what poor judgement he hath now cast her off, appears too grossly.
Reg. 'Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself.
Gon. The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash; then must we look to receive from his age, not alone the imperfections of long-engrafted condition, but, therewithal, the unruly waywardness that infirm and cholerick years bring with them.
Reg. Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him, as this of Kent's banishment.
Gon. There is further compliment of leave-taking between France and him. Pray you, let us hit together '2: If our father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his will but offend us.
Reg. We shall further think of it.
A Hall in the Earl of Gloster's Castle.
Enter EDMUND, with a letter. Edm. Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law My services are bound: Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom; and permit The curiosity 13 of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen
shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard ? wherefore base? When
dimensions are as well compact,
Glo. Kent banish'd thus! And France in choler
parted! And the king gone to-night! subscrib'd his power! Confin'd to exhibition !4! All this done Upon the gad 15!-Edmund! How now? what news? Edm. So please your lordship, none.
[putting up the letter. Glo. Why so earnestly seek you to put up that letter?
Edm. I know no news, my lord.
Glo. No? What needed then that terrible despatch of it into your pocket? the quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself. Let's see: Come, if it be nothing, I shall not need spectacles.
Edm. I beseech you, sir, pardon me: it is a letter from my brother, that I have not all o'er-read; for so much as I have perused, I find it not fit for your over-looking.
Glo. Give me the letter, sir.
Edm. I shall offend, either to detain or give it. The contents, as in part I understand them; are to blame.
Glo. Let's see, let's see.
Edm. I hope, for my brother's justification, he wrote this but as an essay or taste of my virtue.
Glo. [reads.] This policy, and reverence of age,