A Court within the Castle of the EARL OF GLOUCESTER. |
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Enter EDMUND and CURAN, meeting. |
| Edm. Save thee, Curan. |
| Cur. And you, sir. I have been with your father, and given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall and Regan his duchess will be here with him to-night. |
| Edm. How comes that? |
| Cur. Nay, I know not. You have heard of the news abroad? I mean the whispered ones, for they are yet but ear-kissing arguments? |
| Edm. Not I: pray you, what are they? |
| Cur. Have you heard of no likely wars toward, 'twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany? |
| Edm. Not a word. |
| Cur. You may do then, in time. Fare you well, sir. [Exit. |
| Edm. The duke be here to-night! The better! best! |
| This weaves itself perforce into my business. |
| My father hath set guard to take my brother; |
| And I have one thing, of a queasy question, |
| Which I must act. Briefness and fortune, work! |
| Brother, a word; descend: brother, I say! |
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Enter EDGAR. |
| My father watches: O sir! fly this place; |
| Intelligence is given where you are hid; |
| You have now the good advantage of the night. |
| Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall? |
| He's coming hither, now, i' the night, i' the haste, |
| And Regan with him; have you nothing said |
| Upon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany? |
| Advise yourself. |
| Edg. I am sure on 't, not a word. |
| Edm. I hear my father coming; pardon me; |
| In cunning I must draw my sword upon you; |
| Draw; seem to defend yourself; now 'quit you well. |
| Yield;—come before my father. Light, ho! here! |
| Fly, brother. Torches! torches! So, farewell. [Exit EDGAR. |
| Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion [Wounds his arm. |
| Of my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunkards |
| Do more than this in sport. Father! father! |
| Stop, stop! No help? |
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Enter GLOUCESTER, and Servants with torches. |
| Glo. Now, Edmund, where's the villain? |
| Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out, |
| Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon |
| To stand auspicious mistress. |
| Glo. But where is he? |
| Edm. Look, sir, I bleed. |
| Glo. Where is the villain, Edmund? |
| Edm. Fled this way, sir. When by no means he could— |
| Glo. Pursue him, ho! Go after. [Exeunt some Servants.] 'By no means' what? |
| Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lordship; |
| But that I told him, the revenging gods |
| 'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend; |
| Spoke with how manifold and strong a bond |
| The child was bound to the father; sir, in fine, |
| Seeing how loathly opposite I stood |
| To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion, |
| With his prepared sword he charges home |
| My unprovided body, lanc'd mine arm: |
| But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits |
| Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to the encounter, |
| Or whether gasted by the noise I made, |
| Full suddenly he fled. |
| Glo. Let him fly far: |
| Not in this land shall he remain uncaught; |
| And found—dispatch. The noble duke my master, |
| My worthy arch and patron, comes to-night: |
| By his authority I will proclaim it, |
| That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks, |
| Bringing the murderous coward to the stake; |
| He that conceals him, death. |
| Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent, |
| And found him pight to do it, with curst speech |
| I threaten'd to discover him: he replied, |
| 'Thou unpossessing bastard! dost thou think, |
| If I would stand against thee, would the reposal |
| Of any trust, virtue, or worth, in thee |
| Make thy words faith'd? No: what I should deny,— |
| As this I would; ay, though thou didst produce |
| My very character,—I'd turn it all |
| To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice: |
| And thou must make a dullard of the world, |
| If they not thought the profits of my death |
| Were very pregnant and potential spurs |
| To make thee seek it.' |
| Glo. Strong and fasten'd villain! |
| Would he deny his letter? I never got him. [Tucket within. |
| Hark! the duke's trumpets. I know not why he comes. |
| All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape; |
| The duke must grant me that: besides, his picture |
| I will send far and near, that all the kingdom |
| May have due note of him; and of my land, |
| Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means |
| To make thee capable. |
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Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, and Attendants. |
| Corn. How now, my noble friend! since I came hither,— |
| Which I can call but now,—I have heard strange news. |
| Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short |
| Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord? |
| Glo. O! madam, my old heart is crack'd, it's crack'd. |
| Reg. What! did my father's godson seek your life? |
| He whom my father nam'd? your Edgar? |
| Glo. O! lady, lady, shame would have it hid. |
| Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous knights |
| That tend upon my father? |
| Glo. I know not, madam; 'tis too bad, too bad. |
| Edm. Yes, madam, he was of that consort. |
| Reg. No marvel then though he were ill affected; |
| 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, |
| To have the expense and waste of his revenues. |
| I have this present evening from my sister |
| Been well-inform'd of them, and with such cautions |
| That if they come to sojourn at my house, |
| I'll not be there. |
| Corn. Nor I, assure thee, Regan. |
| Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father |
| A child-like office. |
| Edm. 'Twas my duty, sir. |
| Glo. He did bewray his practice; and receiv'd |
| This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. |
| Corn. Is he pursu'd? |
| Glo. Ay, my good lord. |
| Corn. If he be taken he shall never more |
| Be fear'd of doing harm; make your own purpose, |
| How in my strength you please. For you, Edmund, |
| Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant |
| So much commend itself, you shall be ours: |
| Natures of such deep trust we shall much need; |
| You we first seize on. |
| Edm. I shall serve you, sir, |
| Truly, however else. |
| Glo. For him I thank your Grace. |
| Corn. You know not why we came to visit you,— |
| Reg. Thus out of season, threading dark-ey'd night: |
| Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some prize, |
| Wherein we must have use of your advice. |
| Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, |
| Of differences, which I best thought it fit |
| To answer from our home; the several messengers |
| From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend, |
| Lay comforts to your bosom, and bestow |
| Your needful counsel to our businesses, |
| Which craves the instant use. |
| Glo. I serve you, madam. |
| Your Graces are right welcome. [Exeunt. |
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