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[Gloucesters castle] Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, Bastard [EDMUND], and Servants Corn. [To GON.] Post speedily to my lord your husband; show him this letter. The army of France is landed.Seek out the traitor Gloucester. [Exeunt some of the Servants.] | |
| Reg. Hang him instantly. | |
| Gon. Pluck out his eyes. | |
| Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.Edmund, keep you our sister company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father are not fit for your beholding. Advise the Duke, where you are going, to a most festinate 1 preparation; we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligent 2 betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister; farewell, my lord of Gloucester. | 4 |
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Enter Steward [OSWALD] How now! wheres the King? Osw. My Lord of Gloucester hath conveyd him hence. | |
| Some five or six and thirty of his knights, | |
| Hot questrists 3 after him, met him at gate, | |
| Who, with some other of the lords dependants, | 8 |
| Are gone with him toward Dover, where they boast | |
| To have well-armed friends. | |
| Corn. Get horses for your mistress. | |
| Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister. | 12 |
| Corn. Edmund, farewell. Exeunt [GONERIL, EDMUND, and OSWALD]. | |
| Go seek the traitor Gloucester, | |
| Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us. [Exeunt other Servants.] | |
| Though well we may not pass upon his life | 16 |
| Without the form of justice, yet our power | |
| Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men | |
| May blame, but not control. | |
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Enter GLOUCESTER and Servants Whos there? The traitor? | 20 |
| Reg. Ingrateful fox! tis he. | |
| Corn. Bind fast his corky 4 arms. | |
| Glou. What means your Graces? Good my friends, consider You are my guests. Do me no foul play, friends. | |
| Corn. Bind him, I say. [Servants bind him.] | 24 |
| Reg. Hard, hard. O filthy traitor! | |
| Glou. Unmerciful lady as you are, Im none. | |
| Corn. To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find [REGAN plucks his beard.] | |
| Glou. By the kind gods, tis most ignobly done | 28 |
| To pluck me by the beard. | |
| Reg. So white, and such a traitor! | |
| Glou. Naughty lady, | |
| These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, | 32 |
| Will quicken, 5 and accuse thee. I am your host: | |
| With robbers hands my hospitable favours 6 | |
| You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? | |
| Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from France? | 36 |
| Reg. Be simple-answerd, 7 for we know the truth. | |
| Corn. And what confederacy have you with the traitors | |
| Late footed in the kingdom? | |
| Reg. To whose hands you have sent the lunatic king, | 40 |
| Speak. | |
| Glou. I have a letter guessingly 8 set down, | |
| Which came from one thats of a neutral heart, | |
| And not from one opposd. | 44 |
| Corn. Cunning. | |
| Reg. And false. | |
| Corn. Where hast thou sent the King? | |
| Glou. To Dover. | 48 |
| Reg. Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not chargd at peril | |
| Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him answer that. | |
| Glou. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. 9 | |
| Reg. Wherefore to Dover? | 52 |
| Glou. Because I would not see thy cruel nails | |
| Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister | |
| In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. | |
| The sea, with such a storm as his bare head | 56 |
| In hell-black night endurd, would have buoyd up | |
| And quenchd the stelled 10 fires; | |
| Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain. | |
| If wolves had at thy gate howld that stern time, | 60 |
| Thou shouldst have said, Good porter, turn the key. | |
| All cruels else subscribe; 11 but I shall see | |
| The winged vengeance overtake such children. | |
| Corn. See t shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. | 64 |
| Upon these eyes of thine Ill set my foot. | |
| Glou. He that will think to live till he be old, | |
| Give me some help!O cruel! O you gods! | |
| Reg. One side will mock another; the other too. | 68 |
| Corn. If you see vengeance, | |
| [1.] Serv. Hold your hand, my lord! | |
| I have servd you ever since I was a child; | |
| But better service have I never done you | 72 |
| Than now to bid you hold. | |
| Reg. How now, you dog! | |
| [1.] Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, | |
| Id shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean? | 76 |
| Corn. My villain! [They draw and fight.] | |
| [1.] Serv. Nay, then, come on, and take the chance of anger. | |
| Reg. Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus? Takes a sword, and runs at him behind. | |
| [1.] Serv. Oh, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye left | 80 |
| To see some mischief on him. Oh! [Dies.] | |
| Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly! | |
| Where is thy lustre now? | |
| Glou. All dark and comfortless. Wheres my son Edmund? | 84 |
| Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature, | |
| To quit this horrid act. | |
| Reg. Out, treacherous villain! | |
| Thou callst on him that hates thee. It was he | 88 |
| That made the overture 12 of thy treasons to us, | |
| Who is too good to pity thee. | |
| Glou. O my follies! then Edgar was abusd. 13 | |
| Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! | 92 |
| Reg. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell | |
| His way to Dover. Exit [one] with GLOUCESTER. How is t, my lord? How look you? | |
| Corn. I have received a hurt; follow me, lady. | |
| Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave | 96 |
| Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed apace; | |
| Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm. [Exit CORNWALL, led by REGAN.] | |
| [2. Serv. Ill never care what wickedness I do, | |
| If this man come to good. | 100 |
| 3. Serv. If she live long, | |
| And in the end meet the old course of death, | |
| Women will all turn monsters. | |
| 2. Serv. Lets follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam | 104 |
| To lead him where he would: his roguish madness | |
| Allows itself to anything. 14 | |
| 3. Serv. Go thou: Ill fetch some flax and whites of eggs | |
| To apply to his bleeding face. Now, Heaven help him!] Exeunt [severally.]. | 108 |