Kent.

Let it fall rather, though the forke inuade

The region of my heart, be Kent

vnmannerly,

When Lear is mad, what wouldest thou

do old man?

Think'st thou that dutie shall haue dread to

speake,

When power to flattery bowes?

To plainnesse honour's bound,

When Maiesty falls to folly, reserue thy state,

And in thy best consideration checke

This hideous rashnesse, answere my life, my[missing 1 units]iudgement:

Thy yongest Daughter do's not loue thee

least,

Nor are those empty hearted, whose low sounds