_Cor._ Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:[2651] Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.[2652] 280 Well may you prosper! _France._ Come, my fair Cordelia. [_Exeunt France and Cordelia._[2653] _Gon._ Sister, it is not a little I have to say of what most[2654][2655][2656] nearly appertains to us both. I think our father will hence[2655][2657] to-night.[2655] _Reg._ That's most certain, and with you; next month[2658] 285 with us. _Gon._ You see how full of changes his age is; the observation[2659] we have made of it hath not been little: he always[2660] loved our sister most; and with what poor judgement he hath now cast her off appears too grossly.[2661] 290 _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[2662] the imperfections of long ingrafted condition, but[2663] 295 therewithal the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric[2664] years bring with them. _Reg._ Such unconstant starts are we like to have from[2665] him as this of Kent's banishment. _Gon._ There is further compliment of leave-taking between[2666] 300 France and him. Pray you, let's hit together: if our[2667] father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears,[2668] this last surrender of his will but offend us. _Reg._ We shall further think on 't.[2669] _Gon._ We must do something, and i' the heat. [_Exeunt._ 305 SCENE II. _The Earl of Gloucester's castle._ _Enter_ EDMUND, _with a letter_.[2670]