King Lear – Edmund

    King Lear – Edmund

    Shakespeare – Men

    Act 1, sc.2, lines 1-22

    Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law
    My services are bound. Wherefore should I
    Stand in the plague of custom, and permit
    The curiosity of nations to deprive me,
    For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines
    Lag of a brother? Why bastard? Wherefore base?
    When my dimensions are as well compact,
    My mind as generous and my shape as true,
    As honest madam’s issue. Why brand they us
    With base? With baseness? Bastardy? Base, base?
    Who in the lusty stealth of nature take
    More composition and fierce quality
    Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,
    Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops
    Got ‘tween asleep and wake? Well then,
    Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land.
    Our father’s love is to the bastard, Edmund
    As to the legitimate–fine word, “legitimate”!
    Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed
    And my invention thrive, Edmund the base
    Shall top the legitimate. I grow, I prosper.
    Now, gods, stand up for bastards!