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| Character | Edmund | |
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| Gender | Male | |
| Age Range(s) | Young Adult (20-35), Adult (36-50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | Angry, Persuasive, Lamenting, Complaining, Frustrated, Insecure, Afraid | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Tragedy, Drama | |
| Description | Edmund curses the fact that he is a bastard | |
| Location | ACT I, Scene 2 | |
Summary
Edmund is the bastard son of Gloucester, a nobleman who is loyal to the king of Britain, King Lear. In the first scene he is introduced when his father introduces him to Kent, a nobleman, and explains that even if he is his bastard son, he loves him anyways.
In this monologue Edmund curses the fact that he is a bastard and society's attitude toward bastard sons. He sets out to seize his father's estate and "top" his brother Edgar, the "legitimate" son.
In this monologue Edmund curses the fact that he is a bastard and society's attitude toward bastard sons. He sets out to seize his father's estate and "top" his brother Edgar, the "legitimate" son.
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| EDMUND 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 moon-shines 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! |
