Kent.

I thought, the king had more affected the duke of Albany, than Cornwall.

Glo.

It did always seem so to us; but now, in the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most.

Kent.

Is not this your son, my lord?

Glo.

His breeding, Sir, hath been at my charge: I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it.

Kent.

I cannot conceive you.

Glo.

Sir, his mother could. Do you smell a fault?

Kent.

I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.^{1 note}

Glo.

But I have, Sir, a son by order of law, some year elder than this,^{2 note} who yet is no dearer in my account; though this knave came somewhat saucily into the world before he was sent for. Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund?

Edm.

No, my lord.

Glo.

My lord of Kent: remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.

Edm.

My services to your lordship.

Kent.

I must love you, and sue to know you better.

Edm.

Sir, I shall study deserving.

Glo.

He hath been out nine years,^{3 note} and away he shall again. (Trumpets sound without.) The king is coming.