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therewithall the vnruly way-wardnesse, that infirme and
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cholericke yeares bring with them
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Reg. Such vnconstant starts are we like to haue from
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him, as this of Kents banishment
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Gon. There is further complement of leaue-taking betweene
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France and him, pray you let vs sit together, if our
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Father carry authority with such disposition as he beares,
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this last surrender of his will but offend vs
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Reg. We shall further thinke of it
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Gon. We must do something, and i'th' heate.
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Exeunt.
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Scena Secunda.
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Enter Bastard.
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Bast. Thou Nature art my Goddesse, to thy Law
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My seruices are bound, wherefore should I
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Stand in the plague of custome, and permit
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The curiosity of Nations, to depriue me?
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For that I am some twelue, or fourteene Moonshines
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Lag of a Brother? Why Bastard? Wherefore base?
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When my Dimensions are as well compact,
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My minde as generous, and my shape as true
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As honest Madams issue? Why brand they vs
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With Base? With basenes Bastardie? Base, Base?
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Who in the lustie stealth of Nature, take
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More composition, and fierce qualitie,
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Then doth within a dull stale tyred bed
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Goe to th' creating a whole tribe of Fops
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Got 'tweene a sleepe, and wake? Well then,
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Legitimate Edgar, I must haue your land,
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Our Fathers loue, is to the Bastard Edmond,
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As to th' legitimate: fine word: Legitimate.
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Well, my Legittimate, if this Letter speed,
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And my inuention thriue, Edmond the base
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Shall to'th' Legitimate: I grow, I prosper:
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Now Gods, stand vp for Bastards.
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Enter Gloucester.
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Glo. Kent banish'd thus? and France in choller parted?
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And the King gone to night? Prescrib'd his powre,
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Confin'd to exhibition? All this done
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Vpon the gad? Edmond, how now? What newes?
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Bast. So please your Lordship, none
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Glou. Why so earnestly seeke you to put vp y Letter?
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Bast. I know no newes, my Lord
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Glou. What Paper were you reading?
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Bast. Nothing my Lord
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Glou. No? what needed then that terrible dispatch of
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it into your Pocket? The quality of nothing, hath not
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such neede to hide it selfe. Let's see: come, if it bee nothing,
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I shall not neede Spectacles
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Bast. I beseech you Sir, pardon mee; it is a Letter
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from my Brother, that I haue not all ore-read; and for so
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much as I haue perus'd, I finde it not fit for your ore-looking
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Glou. Giue me the Letter, Sir
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Bast. I shall offend, either to detaine, or giue it:
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The Contents, as in part I vnderstand them,
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Are too blame
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Glou. Let's see, let's see
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Bast. I hope for my Brothers iustification, hee wrote
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this but as an essay, or taste of my Vertue
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Glou. reads. This policie, and reuerence of Age, makes the
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world bitter to the best of our times: keepes our Fortunes from
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vs, till our oldnesse cannot rellish them. I begin to finde an idle
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and fond bondage, in the oppression of aged tyranny, who swayes
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not as it hath power, but as it is suffer'd. Come to me, that of
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this I may speake more. If our Father would sleepe till I wak'd
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him, you should enioy halfe his Reuennew for euer, and liue the
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beloued of your Brother. Edgar.
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Hum? Conspiracy? Sleepe till I wake him, you should
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enioy halfe his Reuennew: my Sonne Edgar, had hee a
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hand to write this? A heart and braine to breede it in?
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When came you to this? Who brought it?
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Bast. It was not brought mee, my Lord; there's the
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cunning of it. I found it throwne in at the Casement of
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my Closset
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Glou. You know the character to be your Brothers?
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Bast. If the matter were good my Lord, I durst swear
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