1 My name is Edgar and thy father's son.
2 It is both he and she, Your son and daughter.
3 As 'tis said, the bastard son of Gloucester.'
4 They say Edgar, his banished son, is with the Earl of Kent in Germany.
5 Your son and daughter found this trespass worth The shame which here it suffers.
6 My son Came then into my mind, and yet my mind Was then scarce friends with him.
7 No, he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son; for he's a mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him.
8 Let copulation thrive; For Gloucester's bastard son was kinder to his father Than my daughters got 'tween the lawful sheets.'
9 This villain of mine comes under the prediction; there's son against father: the King falls from bias of nature; there's father against child.
10 Sir, this young fellow's mother could; whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed.
11 Of Gloucester's treachery And of the loyal service of his son When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot, And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out.
12 Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.'
13 But I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit that, sons at perfect age, and fathers declined, the father should be as ward to the son, and the son manage his revenue.
14 But I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit that, sons at perfect age, and fathers declined, the father should be as ward to the son, and the son manage his revenue.
15 Only we shall retain The name, and all the addition to a king; the sway, Revenue, execution of the rest, Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm, This coronet part between you.
16 Our son of Cornwall, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife May be prevented now.
17 But I have a son, sir, by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account: though this knave came something saucily to the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair; there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged.
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