France.
Come, my fair Cordelia.

[Exeunt France and Cordelia.]

Gon.
Sister, it is not little I have to say of what most nearly
appertains to us both. I think our father will hence to-night.

Reg.
That's most certain, and with you; next month with us.

Gon.
You see how full of changes his age is; the observation we
have made of it hath not been little: he always loved our
sister most; and with what poor judgment he hath now cast her
off appears too grossly.

Reg.
'Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath ever but slenderly
known himself.

Gon.
The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash; then must
we look to receive from his age, not alone the imperfections of
long-ingraffed condition, but therewithal the unruly waywardness
that infirm and choleric years bring with them.

Reg.