A Room in GLOUCESTER'S Castle. |
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Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and Servants. |
| Corn. 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 preparation: we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister: farewell, my Lord of Gloucester. |
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Enter OSWALD. |
| How now? Where's the king? |
| Osw. My Lord of Gloucester hath convey'd him hence: |
| Some five or six and thirty of his knights, |
| Hot questrists after him, met him at gate; |
| Who, with some other of the lord's dependants, |
| 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. |
| 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 |
| Without the form of justice, yet our power |
| Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men |
| May blame but not control. Who's there? The traitor? |
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Re-enter Servants, with GLOUCESTER. |
| Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. |
| Corn. Bind fast his corky arms. |
| Glo. What mean your Graces? Good my friends, consider |
| You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends |
| Corn. Bind him, I say. [Servants bind him. |
| Reg. Hard, hard. O filthy traitor! |
| Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I'm none. |
| Corn. To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find— [REGAN plucks his beard. |
| Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done |
| To pluck me by the beard. |
| Reg. So white, and such a traitor! |
| Glo. Naughty lady, |
| These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, |
| Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host: |
| With robbers' hands my hospitable favours |
| You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? |
| Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from France? |
| Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. |
| Corn. And what confederacy have you with the traitors |
| Late footed in the kingdom? |
| Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatic king? |
| Speak. |
| Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down, |
| Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, |
| And not from one oppos'd. |
| Corn. Cunning. |
| Reg. And false. |
| Corn. Where hast thou sent the king? |
| Glou. To Dover. |
| Reg. Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at peril— |
| Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him answer that. |
| Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. |
| Reg. Wherefore to Dover? |
| Glo. 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 |
| In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up, |
| And quench'd the stelled fires; |
| Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain. |
| If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that dern time, |
| Thou shouldst have said, 'Good porter, turn the key,' |
| All cruels else subscrib'd: but I shall see |
| The winged vengeance overtake such children. |
| Corn. See 't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. |
| Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. |
| Glo. He that will think to live till he be old, |
| Give me some help! O cruel! O ye gods! [GLOUCESTER'S eye put out. |
| Reg. One side will mock another; the other too. |
| Corn. If you see vengeance.— |
| First Serv. Hold your hand, my lord: |
| I have serv'd you ever since I was a child, |
| But better service have I never done you |
| Than now to bid you hold. |
| Reg. How now, you dog! |
| First Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, |
| I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean? |
| Corn. My villain! [Draws. |
| First Serv. Nay then, come on, and take the chance of anger. [Draws. They fight. CORNWALL is wounded. |
| Reg. Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus! [Takes a sword and runs at him behind. |
| First Serv. O! I am slain. My lord, you have one eye left |
| To see some mischief on him. O! [Dies. |
| Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly! |
| Where is thy lustre now? |
| Glo. All dark and comfortless. Where's my son Edmund? |
| Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature |
| To quit this horried act. |
| Reg. Out, treacherous villain! |
| Thou call'st on him that hates thee; it was he |
| That made the overture of thy treasons to us, |
| Who is too good to pity thee. |
| Glo. O my follies! Then Edgar was abus'd. |
| Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! |
| 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 receiv'd a hurt. Follow me, lady. |
| Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave |
| Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed apace: |
| Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm. [Exit CORNWALL led by REGAN. |
| Sec. Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do |
| If this man come to good. |
| Third Serv. If she live long, |
| And, in the end, meet the old course of death, |
| Women will all turn monsters. |
| Sec. Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam |
| To lead him where he would: his roguish madness |
| Allows itself to any thing. |
| Third Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites of eggs, |
| To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him! [Exeunt severally. |
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