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; for qualities are so weigh'd, ^{1 note}that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety.

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 braz'd to't.

Kent.

I cannot conceive you.

Glo.

Sir, this young fellow's mother could; whereupon she grew round-womb'd; and had, indeed, Sir, a son for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault?

Kent.

I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.

Glo.

But I have a son, Sir, by order of law, ^{2 note}

some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account; though this knave came somewhat sawcily to the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair; there was good sport at his making, and the whorson must be acknowledg'd. Do you know this Nobleman, 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 your deserving.

Glo.
He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again. [Trumpets sound, within.
The King is coming.

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