EDMUND Thou, Nature, art my goddess. To thy law 1 My services are bound. Wherefore should I 2 Stand in the plague of custom, and permit 3 The curiosity of nations to deprive me 4 For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines 5 Lag of a brother? Why “bastard”? Wherefore “base,” 6 When my dimensions are as well compact, 7 My mind as generous and my shape as true 8 As honest madam’s issue?
