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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