Lear. Good morrow to you both.
Corn. Hail to your grace!
[Kent is set at liberty.[3405]
Reg. I am glad to see your highness.
Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what reason[3406] 125
I have to think so: if thou shouldst not be glad,[3407]
I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb,[3408]
Sepulchring an adultress. [To Kent] O, are you free?[3409]
Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,
Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied[3410][3411] 130
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here:[3410]
[Points to his heart.[3412]
I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe[3413]
With how depraved a quality—O Regan![3414]
Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope[3415]
You less know how to value her desert 135
Than she to scant her duty.[3416]