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Edmund King Lear
Edmund King Lear
EDMUND
I only worship what’s natural, not what’s manmade. Why should I let myself
be tortured by manmade social customs that deprive me of my rights simply
because I was born twelve or fourteen months later than my older brother?
Why do they call me “bastard” and “lowlife” when I’m just as gifted in mind
and body as legitimate children? Why do they call us bastards “lowlifes”?
Always “lowlife,” “bastard,” “lowlife,” “lowlife.” At least we bastards were
conceived in a moment of passionate lust rather than in a dull, tired marriage
bed, where half-sleeping parents monotonously churn out a bunch of sissy
kids. All right then, legitimate brother Edgar, I have to have your lands. Our
father loves me just as much as the legitimate Edgar. What a nice word that
is, “legitimate”! Well, my legitimate Edgar, if this letter works and my plan
succeeds, Edmund the lowlife will beat the legitimate. Look out, I’m on my
way up. Three cheers for bastards!
Enter GLOUCESTER EDMUND looks over his letter
GLOUCESTER enters. EDMUND looks over his letter.