King Lear

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, Who covers faults, at last with shame derides, Well may you prosper

His breeding sir, hath been at my charge. I have so often blushed to acknowledge him that now I am brazed to it

Is not this your son, my lord?

Tell me, my daughters (since now we will divest us both of rule, Interest of territory, cares of state), Which of you shall we say doth love us most?

Sir, I love you more than word can wield the matter; Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty;

I am made of that self metal as my sister, And prize me at her worth.

Nothing, my lord. 

Upon our kingdom. If, on the tenth day following, Thy banished trunk be found in our dominions, The moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter, This shall not be revoked. 

Fare thee well, King. Since thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here 

You see how full of change he is. The observation we have made of it hath not been little.

'Tis the infirmity of his age; yet he hath not been little.

if this letter speed And my invitation thrive, Edmond the base Shall top the legitimate; I grow; I prosper. Now gods, stand for the bastard.

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.

villain, villain! Unnatural,detested,brutish villain! O