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T'avert your liking a more worthier way,
Fra. This is most strange !
Lear. Better thou hadft
Fra. Is it but this? A tardiness in Nature,
Bur. Royal King
I have Sworn, I am firm.
Cor. Peace be with Burgundy,
Fra. Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich being poor,
Laer. Thou hast her France, let her be thine, for we Have no such Daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again, therefore be gone, Without our Grace, our Love, our Benizon : Come Noble Burgundy. [Flouris. [Exeunt.
Fra. Bid farewel to your Sisters.
Cor. The Jewels of our Father, with wash'd eyes
Reg. Prescribe not us our Duty.
Gon. Let your Study
Cor. Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides,
Fra. Come, my fair Cordelia. [Exeunt France and Cor.
Gon. Sister, it is not little I have to say, Of what most nearly appertains to us both, I think our Father will go hence to Night.
Reg. with us.
Reg. That's most certain, and with you ; next Month
Gon. You see how full of Changes his Age is, the observation we have made of it hath been little ; he always lov'd our Sister most, and with what poor Judgment he hath now cast her off, appears too too grosly.
Reg. 'Tis the infirmity of his Age ; yet he hath ever but Nenderly known himself.
Gon. The best and soundeft of his time hath been but rash ; then must we look from his Age, to receive not alone the Imperfections of long engraffed 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 Complement of leave taking, between France and him; pray you let us fit together, if our Father carry Authority with such Disposition as he bears, this last surrender of his Will but offend us.
Reg. We shall further think of it.
Enter Bastard with a Letter.
As to th’legitimate ; fine Word - legitimate
I prosper ; Now Gods, stand
Enter Glofter. Glo. Kent banish'd thus ! and France in Choler parted ! And the King gone to Night! Prescribid his Power, Confin'd to Exhibition ! All this
gone Upon the Gad! Edmund, how now? what News Baft
. So please your Lordship, none. [Putting up the Letter. Glo. Why so earnestly seek you to put up thac Letter? ? Baft.. I know no News, my Lord. Glo. What Paper were you reading? Baft. Nothing, my Lord.
Glo. No! what needed then that terrible Dispatch of it into your Pocket ? the quality of nothing, hath not such need to hide it felf. Let's see ; come, if it be nothing, I shall not need Spe&acles.
Baft. I beseech you, Sir, pardon me; it is a letter from my Brother, that I have not all o'er-read; and for so much as I have perus'd, I find it not fit for your o'er-looking,
Glou. Give me the Letter, Sir.
Glo. Let's see, let's see.
Baft. I hope for my Brother's Justification, he wrote this but as an Ellay, or taste of my Virtue.
Glo. reads.] This Policy, and Reverence of Age, makes the World bitter to the best of our times; keeps ours Fortunes from is, 'till our oldness cannot relish them. I begin to find an idle and fond Bondage, in the oppression of aged Tyranny, which Sways, not as it hath Power, but as it is suffered. Come to me, that of this I may speak more. If our Father would seep 'till I wak'd him, you should enjoy half his Revenue for ever, and live the beloved of your Brother. Edgar. Hum! ---Conspiracy! Sleep 'till I wake him enjoy half his Revenue my Son Edgar ! had he a Hand to write this! A Heart and a Brain to breed it in ! When came this to you ? who brought it?
Baft. It was not brought me, my Lord; there's the cunning of it. I found it thrown in at the Casement of my Closet.
Glo. You know the Character to be your Brother's ?
Baft. If the matter were good, my Lord, I durst swear it were his; but in respect of that, I would fain think it were not.
Glo. It is his.
Bast. It is his Hand, my Lord; I hope this Heart is not in the Contents.
Glo. Has he never before founded you in this Business?
Baft. Never, my Lord. But I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit, that Sons at perfe& Age, and Father's declin'd, the Father should be as Ward to the Son, and the Son manage his Revenue.
Glo. O Villain, Villain ! his very Opinion in the Letter. Abhorred Villain! unnatural, detested, bruitish Villain ! worse than bruitish ! Go, firrah, seek him ; I'll apprehend him. Abominable Villain ! where is he?
Baft. I do not well know, my Lord ; if it shall please you to fufpend your Indignation against my Brother, 'till you can derive from him better Testimony of his Intent, you should run a certain Course ; where, if you violently proceed against him, mistaking his purpose, it would make a great gap in your Honour, and shake in pieces the Heart of his Obedience. I dare pawn down my Life for him, that he hath writ this to feel my Affection to your Honour, and to no other pretence of Danger.
Glo. Think you so ?
Bal. If your Honour judge it meet, I will place you where you shall hear us confer this, and by an Auricular Assurance have your Satisfa&ion, and that without any further delay, than this very Evening.
Glo. He cannot be such a Monster. Edmund, seek him out ; wind me into him, I pray you ; frame the Business after your own Wisdom. I would unstate my self, to be in a due resolution.
Baft. I will seek him, Sir, presently ; convey the Business as I shall find means, and acquaint you withal.
Glo. These late Eclipses in the Sun and Moon portend no good to us ; though the Wisdom of Nature can reason it