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Etched by M. Monziès, from the original Designs of M. Pille.
The Tragedie of King Lear. Act III., Sc. IV.
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The Tragedie of Othello. Act I., Sc. III. .
The Tragedie of Anthonie and Cleopatra. Act V., Sc. II. 207 The Tragedie of Cymbeline. Act II., Sc. II.
THE TRAGEDIE OF
Enter Kent, Gloucester, and Edmond.
Glou. It did alwayes seeme so to us: But now in
the division of the Kingdome, it appeares not which of the Dukes hee valewes most, for qualities are so weigh'd, that curiosity in neither, can make choise of eithers moity.
Kent. Is not this your Son, my Lord?
Glou. His breeding Sir, hath bin at my charge. I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him, that now I am braz'd too't.
Kent. I cannot conceive you.
Glou. Sir, this yong Fellowes mother could; whereupon she grew round womb’d, and had indeede (Sir) a Sonne for her Cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell fault?
Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it, being so proper.
Glou. But I have a Sonne, Sir, by order of Law, some yeere elder then this ; who, yet is no deerer in my account, though this Knave came somthing sawcily to the world before he was sent for: yet was his Mother fayre, there was good sport at his making,
and the horson must be acknowledged. Doe you know this Noble Gentleman, Edmond ?
Edm. No, my Lord.
Glou. My Lord of Kent :
Edm. My services to your Lordship.
you, and sue to know you better. Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving.
Glou. He hath bin out nine yeares, and away he shall againe.
Cordelia, and attendants.
shall we say doth love us most, That we, our largest bountie
extend Where Nature doth with merit challenge. Gonerill, Our eldest borne, speake first.
Gon. Sir, I love you more then word can weild the matter,