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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