You hear my fpell is lawful; do not fhun her, You kill here double. Nay, prefent your hand Leo, If this, he's warm; Lawful as eating. Pol. She embraces him. Cam. She hangs about his peck; [Embracing ber If the pertain to life, let her fpeak too. Pol. Ay, and make manifeft where he has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead. Pau. That the is living, Were it but told you, fhould be hooted at Like an old tale; but it appears the lives, Tho' yet fhe speak not. Mark a little while. Please you to interpofe, fair Madam, kneel, And pray your mother's bleffing; turn, good Lady, And from your facred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head! tell me, mine own, Where haft thou been preferv'd? where liv'd? how found Thy father's Court? for thou shall hear that I, Knowing by Paulina that the Oracle Gave hope thou waft in being, have preferv'd Pau. There's time enough for that; Will wing me to fome wither'd bough, and there Leo. O peace, Paulina: Thou fhould't a husband take by my confent, As I by thine a wife. This is a match, And made between's by vows. VOL. IV. Thou haft found mine, I But But how, is to be question'd; for I faw her, And take her by the hand; whofe worth and honesty By us, a pair of Kings. Let's from this place. My ill fufpicion this your fon-in-law, [Exeunt omnes, KING LEAR. Kent. ACT I. SCENE I. Enter Kent, Glo'fter, and Edmund the Baftard. I Glo. It did always feem fo to us: but now in the divifion of the kingdom, it appears not which of the Dukes he values moft; for qualities are fo weigh'd, that curiofity 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. E have fo often blufh'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 fhe grew round-womb'd, and had indeed, Sir, a fon for her cradle, ere he had a husband for her bed. Do you fmell: a fault? Kent. I cannot with the fault undone, the iffue of it be ing fo proper. Glo. But I have a fon, Sir, by order of law, fome years elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account; though. this knave came fomewhat fawcily into 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. you know this nobleman, Edmund? Baft. No, my Lord. Do Glo |